I made it through the day without killing a living, green thing. Really. I know you find it hard to believe that I could have gone a full twenty-four hours without pulling up a single perennial, but really, I swear that my killing spree is over. The plants of the world are once again safe and I will never, ever harm another perennial again. Unless otherwise directed by wiser gardeners.
Now, let's talk about hats. More specifically, baseball hats. I know that this is going to create a little bit of a stir, seeing as this is a Baltimore based blog, but here we go. Liam's favorite hat is the NY Yankee hat I got him from the Yankee Team store on 42nd St. last year. I grew up a Yankee fan, my grandfather has season tickets, 3rd base side, field box, and no matter where I've lived, I've always been a true, blue Yankee fan. Yes, even in the dreaded parts of the 70's and 80's when the Yankees couldn't seem to even make the playoffs. I was there. Still a fan.
So back to the hats. A family member bought Liam an Oriole hat and had him wear it out in public. Of course, my friends and neighbors—even the one who routes for the Red Sox—all literallly applauded this change of hats—man that hurts. I, of course, was less than thrilled. I know it seems silly how seriously I treat this but it's genetic, I swear. My grandparents were Yankee fans, my Dad was a Yankee fan and now, that I have my own kids, well I'm damn certain to raise them as Yankee fans. That doesn't mean they have to like them as much when they are old enough to decide on their own, I just hope they love the game of baseball, but this little competition of the hats is really getting my goat. I mean, I take my allegiance to the team probably to seriously, meaning it really bothers me to see my kids wearing the hat of a competing team, even if they are the local team. The only thing worse would be wearing a Red Sox hat.
Of course, anything National League doesn't count. I'm wearing a Phillies hat right now, that's the t-ball team that Izzy is on and that I manage, and it's a non-issue. But if it's a hat from the AL East then it should only be one hat, and one hat only. I don't mean to be rigid, but I really don't want my kids to grow up confused. Sure, I'm possibly setting them up for a little ridicule from their friends, but that's just good natured sports fun. So, now that you all know I'm totally nuts when it comes to baseball and I'm probably being a horrible parent by pushing this on my kids, Izzy's favorite player is Derek Jeter, I can't help myself. And I can't help getting annoyed when certain people try to push other teams on the kids. Which I know is totally hypocritical but I know that this person in no way can match my passion for the Yankees, and based on that, I think I'm totally in the right and my annoyance is justified.
Now, all of you, go play ball!
Posted by robdesign at May 13, 2004 12:07 AMSo that plant spree was a flash in the pan? Does that mean I can replant the maples? I thought I'd never get them in the house. They've been in the ground since '84.
I grew up splitting my time between Reds and Cards games. I just don't get this whole Yankees thing. Of course, I can't root for Maryland and won't watch them if anything Big Ten is on, so I guess I see where you're coming from.
Posted by: dave at May 13, 2004 07:38 AMOK. So what are hats a metaphor for? Ever intrusive...2b.
Posted by: 2b at May 13, 2004 08:56 AMYou know...I'm about to get you all...I'm a HUGE Braves fan!Ha!
I'm seriously glad you were able to make it through a mere 24 hours without killing a plant.:-)
I was beginning to fear for your safety.