An Analogous Duet
It’s strangely fitting that the Yankees and Mets are both in Chicago at the same time because it leads me to a subject near and dear to my heart. And that is my distaste for both New York sporting organizations as well as those of the Second City. Now, NYC is easy to dislike, especially since cheering for the Yankees is like cheering for Ivan Drago in Rocky IV. And the Mets, those once lovable losers, have now become the “it” team in the NL with their gaudy payroll and Johan Santana.
I once found a place in my heart for the Windy City but I have since realized that the inferiority complex worn proudly on the sleeve of all of its denizens is the ultimate turnoff. Yeah, Chicago is fun to visit and has some great history but ultimately, cheering for that town is like cheering for Kevin McAllister in the Home Alone movies. At first you like to see the little kid giving it to the bad guys but in the end you just wish he’d shut up so you didn’t have to hear that whiny, nasally voice. I mean, I still remember native Chicagoans talking on September 12, 2001, about how another plane was headed for the Sears Tower but had turned away. Seriously. What kind of a town has such an inferiority complex that they wish an attack on themselves?
So, I find myself in a bit of a pickle. Who would I cheer for in these two series? On the one hand, I can’t cheer for the Evil Empire, senior or junior. But, how do I cheer for the Tigers’ division rival or the team that singlehandedly defines everything that is wrong with Chicago?
Luckily, the baseball season moves quickly and the Mets have already moved on to our nation’s capitol where they do battle with the mighty Nationals. And I no longer have to deal with any sort of moral quandary. Now I can just go back to wondering how it all went so wrong for the Tigers.