
Yankee hating is another inherited trait that rears its head early on in our family. This picture was taken the end of May 2007 at the Rangers - Sox game. My wife was seven months pregnant at the time and she wore this shirt to the game to let everyone know how we were planning to raise the new member of the family. There were literally hundreds of fans at the game who stopped my wife to read her shirt and take pictures and the ones that didn't stop her were pointing and commenting about her shirt as she walked by. She later said she felt like a celebrity.
It was also fun to watch some of the Ranger fans look in astonishment when she walked by. Some just shook their head in disapproval as if we were embarrassing them by wearing the shirt. But what do they know? There are Ranger fans. They definitely don't understand.
My son learned early on to hate the Yankees too. He was a little over one year old when he learned that the Yankees choke. I would ask him what the Yankees do and he would grab his throat and cough and choke. He couldn't say more than 3 or 4 words yet and he didn't know his colors or his alphabet, but he knew what the Yankees do, and that is the most important thing.
The problem with teaching a one year old the choke symbol is he doesn't know when it is appropriate. I remember we were at a Wal-Mart when he grabbed my hand and lead me down an aisle. I thought he was going to show me a toy or something he wanted me to buy. Instead, he lead me down the aisle and then stood next to some guy wearing a hat. Austin then pointed up to the man, said out loud, "Look daddy, yankees!", and then started the throat grab and the choking. Then this 6' 5" monster with a Yankee hat looked down at me and my son. I was calculating how fast it would take for me to grab my son and run for the door without the Yankee fan seeing us when the Yankee fan simply smiled and nodded. Luckily he was a nice Yankee fan!
I also remember I took my wife and her parents to Red Lobster and while we were waiting in line my son asked if I remembered the last time we ate there, he had seen a Yankee fan. I told him that I did remember and I was shocked that he had remembered something like that. Soon the hostess came to seat us and as she was leading us back to the table, my son spotted a Yankee fan from across the restaurant and yelled out at the top of his lungs, "Look daddy, a Yankee fan Again!" and stood there pointing at the guy. Needless to say the entire restaurant turned to see what was happening and I had to apologize to my wife's parents for their only grandchilds behavior. I simply said, he is a Red Sox fan, enough said.
Also when my wife was pregnant with Aubrey, we went in to get an ultrasound. Austin stood there in amazement as the doctor pointed to her little fingers and arms and legs. Then the doctor, seeing our Red Sox hats and jerseys, stated jokingly, "and if you look here you can see her Yankee hat." Upon hearing that, my son lost the smile he had. He looked up at me and had tears forming in his eyes. He said, "but Daddy, I thought you said she was one of us" and he started to cry. The doctor quickly realized what was going on and stated that she was mistaken, it was actually a Red Sox hat and that calmed Austin down. I guess the doctor didn't understand, in our family, there are some things you just don't joke about.
My wife has got into it as well. During the 2004 playoffs against the Yankees, after one of the games we won in extra innings, we went to the grocery store. We were still in entire sox jerseys and hats and as we were leaving the store, an older couple in Yankee jerseys and hats were just getting out of their car and was walking toward the door. It was funny that every one of us just stopped in our tracks when we noticed each other. Then we began walking toward each other, it was like something from an old western movie. None of us said anything to the other, but my wife gave a disapproving "mmm" and slowly shook her head as she walked by the Yankee fans. She also likes to tell of the time we saw Bobby Murcer in a parade. He was wearing his Yankee hat and was riding in the back of a car and when the car got in front of us, my wife jumped into the street, pulled her sox hat off, lifted it in the air and pointed to her hat. Of course, this got Murcer's attention and all he could do was point to his hat and yell back to us "26 championships boys!" Typical yankee, always living in the past.
I will have to say that most Yankee fans I know are very nice. In fact, in school, my best friend was a Yankee fan. But man do I hate the team. I hate Jeters little fist pump when he stretches a single into a double. I hate Arod and his smug look on his face. (My son thinks he wears purple chap stick). Of course, I dont have to say anything about Johnny Damon or Clemens other than I hate them too. Did I mention I hate Jeter's fist pump. Needless to say, I am not allowed to attend any Yankee games. I would end up in jail or in the morgue. And that would be hard to explain to my son.
I don't allow my son to say he hates the Yankees or any of the players, that just doesn't seem right for a small child to say. But he does say "I strongly dislike" them. People ask me if I would wear a Yankee hat if my son ever played for the Yankees. I tell them no because if I raise him right, he would never play for the Yankees. They then ask, but what if he did? I tell them, if he ever played for the Yankees I should be forced to wear a Yankee hat. It would serve as a symbol as my failure to be a good father. That is how much I hate the Yankees.