Almost My Sentiments

The first words out of the girlie's mouth this morning were: "Are there going to be bunkbeds at the hotel?" A couple of years ago, I'd taken her with me to my college reunion. We'd stayed in a dorm room with a bunkbed, and she's never forgotten it. She's been asking to go back and visit the campus again, and we needed a weekend away, so we asked my sister-in-law for a favor. She nabbed us a great deal in a swank hotel - without bunkbeds - so we're getting on the road today, for a long weekend in Boston.

I don't know what all we'll do there, but we are not going to a Red Sox game. I can't see taking the kid to a major league game yet (way too much money for someone who won't appreciate it), and when I do? It'll be a Mets game. I grew up in New York, and we'd go to Mets games once in a while, but no one was a big fan or anything. It was just one of those things you did in the summer.

Then I went off to college, in the Boston area as you may have surmised, and somehow ended up at Fenway for a Red Sox / Yankees game, where, I confess, I rooted for the Yankees. It was a freshman transgression - really, your Honor, I was just supporting the New York team, not knowing any better - and that was it. I immediately saw the error of my ways.

That said, this guy's shirt made me laugh. After I took the picture of his back - at the Central Park Zoo - I tapped him on the shoulder and told him I liked his shirt. He looked a little sheepish, and told me he was worried about wearing it out in public in New York.

When it comes right down to it, I think I hate the Yankees more than I root for the Mets. Just on principle.

And anyway, the Red Sox are elsewhere this weekend.