In case anyone's hadn't heard yet - I really hate the Yankees. I've got what they usta call back home Irish amnesia about the NYC club. That's where you forget everything but the hatred. This week's play-offs have brought back into sharp focus why I hate them - it's their fans.
I've traveled a bit and have been in close contact with a number of baseball fan bases, LA, Houston, Pittsburg, Denver and now Philly. Everywhere I've gone there's been differences in detail but not kind. At the core of each and every one of them is a small boy - alternately hopeful/pessimistic, respectful/irreverent, admiring/disdainful, devoted/indifferent, funny/dreary, but in the end they all love their team unconditionally (kinda). My time spent on this site and Lookout Landing and Royals Review has only reinforced that impression.
But then there's the Yankee's fans - they are a different breed in and unto themselves. Bitter, condescending, ignorant without regard for any other baseball team or fanbase. A quick trip over to Pinstripe Alley will tell you everything you need to know about them. Bitchy, whiney, crybabies without any respect for themselves or one another. After almost half a century of listening to those strutting, obnoxious wit-nits belittle my team it's just great listening to them immolate theirs.