The good times just keep on rolling. A reporter for the Boston Globe went down to NYC clad in Red Sox gear to see how New Yorkers would react. Not well, it seems. Not well at all.
They reacted, in fact, like Sox fans did for the eighty-six years they couldn’t catch a break.
“The balance of power is shifting,” said Paul Mills, 20, who grew up in Brooklyn wearing Yankees pinstriped baby clothes and only remembered the good times as he hawked the New York Post outside Madison Square Garden. “The Red Sox win the World Series, Joe Torre leaves, A-Rod options out. Everything is crashing down. I don’t know what happened. It’s really depressing.”
Honestly, I am prepared to be magnanimous in victory. First of all to the Indians, who I would be willing to offer a semi-annual World Series split with: Boston wins one year, they win the next – excepting years when the Phillies make it to the big show. To the Yankees: Fellas, all long-suffering fans know how you feel. To the Angels: you play in Southern California fer chrissakes! What the hell do you want a championship for? Go to the beach!
No love for the Rockies, though. No love at all. In their case, to the victor go the spoils and I’m really looking forward to hoisting that Championship Coors Light tomorrow night. Victory tastes sweet.