Remember how I told you last week that there is always something hockey-related going on in Edmonton to talk about? Apparently that's not exactly true because there is absolutely nothing going on for me to talk about this week.
So I have decided to take this opportunity to confess something to you all...
This is something that I have hidden from the rest of the world, and only my Husband, Wilzie, knows the truth*.
I LOVE the New York Yankees!
I also REALLY like the Boston Red Sox.
I know it should be impossible to like (and yes, cheer for) both of these teams. I know their histories, I am well aware of the rivalry and hatred between the two teams and their fans - and yet, here I stand, declaring my dual citizenship in both Yankee and Red Sox nation.
I blame it on the fact that we have no real baseball in the Canadian prairies, so the only baseball we ever got see on TV was of the one Canadian team in the major league - the Toronto Blue Jays**. If the Blue Jays weren't playing, and the sports channels had a hole in their programming, they would televise a ball game from one of the "major" US clubs - usually the Yankees, or the Red Sox.
Being one of the few baseball fans in the city, I watched these games with great devotion, and I started to develop feelings for *insert gasp of shock and disbelief* both teams.
I knew it was wrong. I knew it went against everything that society held dear, and that I would be a labelled a traitor if anyone ever found out. So I kept my shameful, little secret, while my love for each team grew***.
When the two teams faced off in the 2004 ALCS, my heart broke. I may have even teared up when the Sox trounced the Yankees - though I couldn't say if it was in sadness that my mighty Yankees were defeated, or that my scrappy Red Sox seemed (and ultimately were) unbeatable.
Wilzie and I have travelled to both cities, and attended games in both (all 3, if you count both old and new Yankee Stadium) teams' ball parks - and I loved every single minute of each game.
I am a proud member of the cult of adoration for Derek Jeter. I own a t-shirt with Jason Veritek's name and number on it. I felt no bitterness when Johnny Damon left the Red Sox for the Yankees - for me it was a win-win situation: I still got to watch and cheer for him, plus he had a handsome new hair cut!
Don't get me wrong - I get the rivalry (we have our own up here that I will be documenting once hockey season starts). Maybe its just because I am so far removed that I can see the good in both teams without being clouded by territorial posturing? Or maybe I am just a better person than most sports fans?
Maybe I am SO going to get my ass kicked for this...
*and sometimes, at night, I can feel his shame.
**FYI - the rest of Canada feels about Toronto the way that...well, the way that Red Sox fans feel about Yankees fans