The Awesome Part About Working in Downtown NYC on Yankees World Series Parade Day: My office building overlooks the parade, so I can watch it from our balcony without having to actually stand amongst the stinking masses.
The Awful Part About Working in Downtown NYC on Yankees World Series Parade Day: I don’t actually care about the Yankees or even baseball in general, yet I had to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with all of the cheerful fans this morning on the train. Grand Central was flooded with people in jerseys who had apparently taken the day off for the parade, which makes me a little sick to my stomach.
The Idiot Thing I Did in NYC on Yankees World Series Parade Day: I wore baby blue pants with a baby blue shirt and a navy blue track jacket. If one more person says something Yankees-positive to me on the train today despite the fact that I’m wearing headphones and reading a magazine, there will be blood.
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That’s call destiny… You’re destined to be a Yankee fan. And now there there Yankees ads at the bottom of your page.
Do the Cincinnati Reds still exist? I suppose I should call myself their fan.
I truly would say that I love the Columbus Clippers, but only for their dime-a-dog nights when I can stuff myself with all the hot dogs I can handle for $1.
The day you become a Yankees fan will be the day I stop being blog friends with you.
It’s good to know I can easily end this thing if I need to.
You mean they had the World Series already?
Dude, I have GOT to start watching more TV.
I didn’t watch it, obviously, but apparently.
come ON! you’ve lived in the big apple long enough to have converted! tell me you root for the indians!??!
baseball is the only sport i can stomach–and i usually just listen to it on the radio and go to one or two games a season. my mom and i get to a spring training game or two in florida every year–much more fun–up close and personal!
are we on for the pearl river mart?!?!?! i also want to go to this giant baking supply store if you’re interested…if not, i’ll fly solo there. :) any suggestions for lunch? say le souk and DIE. xoxoxo
Damn. I wish I’d gotten to replying to this comment before I e-mailed you MERE MINUTES AGO. I would’ve acted so excited about Le Souk just because.