Warning: I will attempt my very first live blog of any sporting event. It’s fitting that I do it with two teams that I’m not a fan of and I don’t cheer for… this will prevent a lot of colorful language from hitting the inter-webs.
8:30am (The Next Morning): So I’ll admit it, I went to bed after the final posting last night, but, I did turn the TV on to see how this things played out in the 11th inning. I only made it through a few pitches and I was out… luckily I threw the TV on 30-minute sleep mode. The game didn’t play out as I had hoped with the Royals walking off and beating the Mets by a score of 5-4. Even though my team isn’t in the series, I really enjoyed the game and I learned a lot about all the players involved from both teams. Blogging a sporting even is not only taxing but it’s also rewarding. I learned things about players that I normally wouldn’t watch during the regular season and I have a deeper appreciation for both organizations. Mets and Royals fans, you both cheer for teams that you should be proud of! I hope those that followed my blog last night enjoyed my live blogging event… a special “thanks” to all of the full-time bloggers out there for letting a guy like me into your arena for a few hours.
Generally I don’t get involved in back and forth banter when it comes to websites like the NY Post and such but it’s World Series time I’m all in.
A few different websites are reporting that Mets fans are not too thrilled with the idea of having Yankees fans rooting for their team during the World Series. Going as far as to say, “We don’t need them bandwagoning our team.” The New York Times went out of their way to interview some drunken Met fan that compared Yankees fans rooting for the Mets to “…post-war Nazi’s wanting to come over for tea 10 years after the war.”
When I was growing up, Willie Randolph was my Yankee hero. I started liking the Mets in junior high school because they had a right-fielder named Darryl Strawberry. He was tall and lanky like me and I discovered my love of playing right-field because of him. I wasn’t quick enough to play the infield like Willie could. So in the 80’s, I loved the Yankees but I also cheered for the Mets. Once their front office decided that Davey Johnson wasn’t of value to them anymore and treated him like he hadn’t brought them their first championship in 17 years, I was done cheering for them.
Me and legendary Mets Outfielder Darryl Strawberry
Here’s why I still won’t cheer for the Mets, even throughout this World Series; Yankees fans are not Turncoats.
Mets fans… you can keep your team, we have our own. Unlike Mets, Cubs and Red Sox fans… we don’t start flying our team’s colors once the “good” starts happening for them. In the last 3 weeks, I’ve seen more Cubs hats and jerseys than I can ever remember. Mets “fans” are all over the place now too… and to their credit, Red Sox fans are nowhere to be found, as usual. It’s disgusting. I do realize that there are some die-hard and loyal Mets fans out there who feel the same way towards the Yankees and their fans, and that’s fine… I respect that. But, what those fans need to realize is that we aren’t interested in joining your nation or sacrificing our team loyalty to follow another team because of the moment. When any NY team enters a finals series, I’m excited for them… because I’m a New Yorker. If they win, I’m even happier because “When N.Y. does good… New York does good!” If you know what I mean. It’s completely insane to not want a team from your home state to do well when your team is no longer in the fight. But please, don’t think that Yankees fans are over here cheering the Mets along as if they were our team…. flying the colors in good times like their fans do. It’s not the Yankee way. We suffered through the 80’s and early 90’s with horrible teams but we always flew the colors and we welcomed the rest of New York to join us. That’s what winners do, they act like they’ve been there before and they never forget where they’re from.
When I was playing baseball in high school, there was no ball player that I loved more that Darryl Strawberry. He had the sweetest swing in the game and I use to always wonder how he could curl the bat in his stance the way he did and generate so much bat speed. It was because of his 6’6″ frame and long arms. When I was a senior in 1988, Darryl hit one of the longest balls in baseball history when he hit the top ring of Olympic Stadium in Montreal. I was watching that night and it was amazing.
In his autobiography, he hits his greatest slam of all time. I use to sit and wonder how someone could “waste” so much God-given talent but like everything with roots, if we’re not planted right and don’t have a good foundation… we too will fail to grown. I was really moved by this book and I want to share it with others. Whether you’re a fan of baseball or comeback stories alone, you’ll love this book.
STRAW: Finding My Way, written by Darryl Strawberry with John Strausbaugh