October 27, 2004


St. Louis is my hometown, but I started following baseball when I lived in Jersey. As a result, I'm both a Yankees fan and a Cardinals fan.

In other words, this is about as bad as it gets.

Almost 2 weeks ago, I was eating fish n' chips in Lower Haight as the Yanks were stomping the BoSox in Game 3 of the ALCS - their 19 to 8 victory and 3-0 series lead all but guaranteed them another pennant.

A young couple, dressed head-to-toe in Boston gear, passed by the window where I was sitting. The boyfriend stopped and looked forlornly at the restaurant TV set. He was in anguish. The girlfriend moved in close and gently stroked his arm, trying to offer some small comfort.

And I thought to myself, "Wow. I actually feel bad for those guys. It must really suck to think your team's gonna win it each year and then just get the bejeesus knocked out of you."

This is what my sympathy has wrought.

Having been cruelly punished for my moment of weakness, I, therefore, commit myself this day to evil. It is the hard heart that kills. The meek will inherit jack squat. And so on.

Additionally, I may swear off fish n' chips.


you know said...

it was so hard for me not to jump on the grave of the cards, but between you and sutter i had to bite my tongue

still, you have my sympathies

your team played so well during the season

goldman said...

I appreciate your sympathy but there's no reason to hold your tongue on my account. The Cards played unbelievably poor baseball and deserve nothing for their efforts. Similarly, the Yanks allowed themselves to be humiliated in historic fashion by not closing the door.

That's what makes it all the more terrible - the Red Sox won by being much, much better.

Evil is the only way forward.