Dude86 wrote:Being a Yankee fan is the easiest job in the world.
it wasnt in the late 80's/ early 90's when i grew up. dont lump the real yankee fans in with the bandwagoners and teenage girl Jeter lovers. it's not the same.
I'm not sure I buy the fact that I've got it "easier" because I root for a team (the Yankees) that has actually won something. I suppose I'll have to live with the knowledge that I am somehow less deserving. I only hope the grandkids won't be too disappointed in me.
Being a devoted fan has a lot more to do with hope, faith, and the love of the game than it does with wins, losses, or "evil empires" It has to do with finding joy in rooting for your team, even in the face of doubt and discouragement. It has to do with enjoying your team’s pursuit of greatness whether or not that pursuit is rewarded. I became a baseball fan, and a Yankee fan, during the most horrific Yankee decade in 30 or 40 YEARS. My devotion has never wavered. I wonder if Dude86 remembers the lineup from the first baseball game he ever saw. I do. Here’s the Yankee lineup in the first game I ever watched:
Horace “the Troll” Clark 2B (250 lb., 5’ 5” tall LEADOFF batter)
Jerry Kenney CF (Jerry went on to achieve true failure as an infielder)
Bobby Murcer 3B (heard in the stands along the 1B line: “look out, he’s gonna throw it again”)
Joe Pepitone 1B (nice hair)
Roy White LF
Gene Michael SS (ok, it might have been Tom Tresh)
Bill Robinson RF
Jake Gibbs C (Jake is a good name for a catcher)
Mel Stottlemyre P (What did Mel do to deserve THIS?)
It was 1969. Against the Washington Senators. The Yanks were an awful team. It was one of the greatest days of my life, and remains one of my fondest memories. And for all the success the Yankees have achieved in my adult life, nothing compares to the joy of that day. That's why being a real fan isn't a job, easy or otherwise.