Phils v. Yanks
Well, here it is. About four months ago Millz asked me who I would root for if the World Series came down to the Yankees against the Phillies. I laughed and dismissed it at the time. It was months away and seemed unlikely. Not because the teams weren’t capable of getting there, but just, what are the chances of both of them living up to expectations?
The Yankees clinched last night, the Phils having done so last week.
So what do I do? I almost always root for the underdog, and with the Yankee’s payroll being the size of the United States of America’s budget it practically makes them the favorites, despite the fact the Phillies are the defending champs.
Here’s my dilemma. I grew up a Yankees fan. Born and raised in NY, but even more-so, my Dad was a huge, lifelong Yankees fan. I remember him taking me to Yankee Stadium. It is a happy memory, as cliche as it may be. Here’s the flipside: I remember when he was dieing of cancer in our family room at home. I remember the day where after chemo treatment I had gotten home from school, went to see him in the hospital bed that had become fixture in our family room, and him asking me how Yankee Stadium was that day. I remember being 10 years old and thoroughly confused. I hadn’t been at the stadium that day, I had been at school. He realized his mistake and began to cry. I looked at my Mom in the doorway and she was crying too. I was sad and confused. So there’s a part of me that feels in some way to honor my Dad’s memory I need to stay true to my roots and cheer for the Yankees.
But there’s another part of me. My Dad died when I was 10. I lived in NY for about twice that long. I have been in Philly for about 10 years. Equal to the time my Dad was alive. It’s not like I just got here and would be jumping on the bandwagon. And then I got an email from my Mom about the games and the Series. We were talking about the possible NY/Phils Series, who I would root for, and she closed by saying “GO PHILLIES! As long as it’s not the Yankees I don’t care who wins,” and I realized, my Mom is a Mets fan. Always has been. Despite my Dad being a lifelong Yanks fan himself, she had no problem with her allegiance, and neither do I.
It ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at.