I'm not an MLB fan. But everyone is paying tribute to the House that Ruth built, and I felt we here at In the Flow should put in our two cents.
Have you ever been to Yankee Stadium? What are your memories? If you never had the opportunity to go there, do you have a favorite Yankee/Yankee Stadium story via catching a game on the tube?
About the closest I can come is standing in my living room SCREAMING with delight the night the Arizona Diamondbacks defeated the Yankees in the 2001 World Series. To understand why, read on:
GOD BLESS AMERICA - BUT CAN HE HOLD OFF ON THE YANKEES?
PULLING FOR THE UNDERDOG OVER THE SENTIMENTAL FAVORITE
Date: Monday, October 29, 2001
Byline: SHANNA FLOWERS EDITORIAL WRITER
Damn Yankees!
You know, the Bronx Bombers. The Boys in Pinstripes.
If baseball's New York Yankees weren't in the World Series this week, I wouldn't be in the position of defending my patriotism, trying to show that I, too, love America - even as I root against the Yankees.
Certainly, after the collapse of Manhattan's World Trade Center on Sept. 11, it's no surprise that the Yankees are the sentimental favorite to win the Fall Classic against those battling Arizona Diamondbacks.
Who?
Anyway, as I endure snipes from Yankees fans - and nonfans viewing the Series through a prism of pure emotionalism - I'm compelled as a sports fan to say: It's OK to pull for the citizens of New York but not for their baseball team.
Look, I'm no ogre. I feel human suffering. I wept in my living room as I watched the televised memorial service, at Yankee Stadium nonetheless, for nearly 5,000 of my compatriots killed several days earlier when two hijacked airliners crashed into the twin towers.
I can't shake the jarring image in USA Today of a young boy, clutching his stoic mother's side and crying uncontrollably at the funeral of his dad, a Port Authority police officer killed in the attacks.
Doomed airplane passengers mutinying against their fanatical captors, New York firefighters covered with dust and grime - collectively, they have become my lasting mental collage of a hero. What happened six weeks ago was not a rip at New York but at all Americans, and everything our nation stands for. So, yes, my heart is with New York.
But not its baseball team.
Rallying against sentiment, with a backdrop of national tragedy, is not a popular position to publicly embrace, I've learned. My colleague, feisty by nature, has reminded me on more than one occasion during the past week that "New York needs this."
Even my doctor's nurse, during my office visit last week, gave me good-natured guff about pulling for the Diamondbacks over the Yankees.
What people don't understand is that I don't necessarily dislike the Yankees. I'm just tired of them. They've won four of the last five World Series, the last three in a row. Enough already. How many rings does Derek Jeter need, at least at this point in his young career?
My sentiment, and that of those sports fans still in the closet on this thorny issue, is much the way it was with Michael Jordan in his glory days with the Chicago Bulls. At first, the team's ascension as a basketball dynasty was way cool. But after the Bulls' first few championships, sports fans grew weary of them and wanted to cheer a new champion.
Admittedly, the Yankees reflect the strengths of America: power, excellence, cool confidence, precision and skill.
As Americans, we relish the ideal of a level, competitive playing field, where anyone - with adequate preparation - has a shot at victory, a chance at success. Right now, though, the playing field seems tilted in favor of the Yankees.
But another side of the American psyche likes to pull for the underdog because it gives us hope that one day, we, too, can overcome the Goliaths in our lives. In the case of the World Series, the Arizona Diamondbacks are the underdogs, the upstarts, only four years in existence.
My colleague had never heard of them. "The Arizona who?" she queried. My friend, Gene, a baseball purist and a student of the game, only vaguely remembered that the Diamondbacks were in the National League. Arizona plays out West, in a different time zone, so Easterners don't follow them.
No, we don't know much about the D'backs. But they, too, represent what's good about America: Tenacity, scrappiness.
And hope.
In these uncertain times, those are pretty good traits to cheer for.
So for those who question my allegiance, I am buoyed by the humanitarian spirit shown New York. And I want God to smile on America.
But can he hold off on the Yankees until after the Series?