Well that settles that

In no way could Corrie and I claim membership in Red Sox nation. Sure I wanted them to win the whole enchilada the other year, but that was mostly for selfish reasons (City Employees get half a day to watch the parade) and for the love of a compelling narrative. Beyond that, we would probably call ourselves baseball agnostics. Don’t care that much until the 12th inning.

Living in Boston, I come across a lot of people that live and die with the sox each year, and coming from NY, there’s just as big a contingent of Yankee fans (though they seem to care just a bit less about a rivalry. Like they say in Rome, it’s hard for the lions to get revved up every time they get to eat another Christian).

That being said, we were prepared for the battle of allegiances to be waged for our daughter. Grandma is a Sox Fan, Uncle a Yankee. Figured we’d just sit back and watch her toy chest fill slowly with pinstriped teddy bears and Green Monster blankets. But today, the bomb was dropped, the war is over, and peace can reign again.

Johnny Damon is cutting his hair, trimming the beard, and playing for Steinbrenner. At lest this morning this seems to have taken the steam out of at least one side in this fight. At least the Pats and Giants play in different leagues.