I know I'm not supposed to like the Yankees. I know Derek Jeter's new record is based on a relatively useless statistic. And I know that it is wrong to applaud for a team against whom you've sworn eternal enmity.
But I couldn't help it. You see, it was such a beautiful night for a game, bright and chilly, and the heavens did open for precisely the right at bat, and sitting there in the stands with my buddy, sharing a bag of peanut m and ms, is my idea of perfection. I just forgot myself—and my loyalties—for a moment.
Dear world,
Please forgive me for my conduct last Friday evening. It is my belief that there were extenuating circumstances. It will not happen again.
Sincerely,
Repentant Red Sox fan*
But I couldn't help it. You see, it was such a beautiful night for a game, bright and chilly, and the heavens did open for precisely the right at bat, and sitting there in the stands with my buddy, sharing a bag of peanut m and ms, is my idea of perfection. I just forgot myself—and my loyalties—for a moment.
Dear world,
Please forgive me for my conduct last Friday evening. It is my belief that there were extenuating circumstances. It will not happen again.
Sincerely,
Repentant Red Sox fan*
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