Still a Proud Card Carrying Member
So without going all dissertation-like, I’ve broken it down to three reasons why this emotion resides deep within me. By the way, this was all brought to the surface as I found myself with that feeling in the pit of my stomach watching the Mets/Yanks last night and my wife’s incredulous inquiries as to why I cared about the game so much. No, none of what follows is rational. Sports fans are rarely so. I also think you could take the common themes below, and they would translate well to Duke haters, Lakers haters, Sox Haters, etc.
1. Upbringing: Values are taught. You take quite a bit from your family. The Yankees were not welcome in my Brooklyn-born mother’s house growing up. She adopted that stance and carried it on with strength. Hence, the anti-Yankees sentiment was passed down. The Bronx Bombers were not welcome in my childhood home. This was non-negotiable, and it, of course, brought me to the Mets. Thank you?
2. The Fans: Sure, there is likely a huge percentage of polite, well-educated, level-headed Yankees fans. From my experience, it’s about 2 of every 10. Just showing all of their faces on the telecast last night made me want to jump through the screen and punch them. One was wearing a Dr. Seuss-style top hat with stars and stripes and Yankees logos, another was donning one of those varsity jacket-style deals with the 27 championship trophies embroidered on the back (in the dead of summer) and…ugh, it was just…vomit. I hope someone knocked the floppy hat of that one guy’s head. Listen to sports talk radio in NY and the proportion of unintelligible drivel from Yankees fans far outweighs that of any other team. They are obnoxious, irrational and often completely devoid of factual support for anything they utter. Generally speaking, of course.
3. The Players: Truth be told, I don’t mind this Yankees team or recent editions. Really, how can you have problems with Jeter or Rivera? Curtis Granderson couldn’t be a better guy, and he happens to be really good. A-Rod is still an ass, but my strong dislike came from guys like Paully O’Neil, Brosius and that whole crew. It’s likely the same phenomenon with Duke haters. Who do they reference when they are identifying the root of their venom? Hurley. Wojo. Guys who haven’t been there in over decades.
Underpinning all of this is straight-up jealousy — of success. It’s really what’s at the heart of most of the most passionate team haters. We surely wouldn’t hate the Dookies as much if they plummeted into mediocrity for a decade or two. If the Red Sox were bottom feeders, would the rivalry run as hot? Did the Patriots have such a cadre of non-Mass detractors before Belichick and Brady started torching the league? I can’t help but notice how my own dislike of Notre Dame has diminished significantly following their return to the pedestrian ranks of college football.
So it is, to then nth degree, with the men in Pinstripes.
Yankees fans will throw back phrases like “inferiority complex.” Damn straight. You get one after a few decades in this town, witnessing a run of 13 straight postseason appearances and a few more World Championships to add to the closest of the most storied franchise in all of sports. Sure, we’ve got an inferiority complex. But if you just showed up to Citi Field in your Yankees hat that would be one thing. It’s that chump with the full regalia and the Got Rings? shirt who won’t sit down or shut up that always seems to make the blood boil.
Truth be told, there may not be many real logical reasons to hate the Yankees. Still, some things have always been and always will be. I’m sure fans of the Bombers can appreciate tradition…even if it’s one of hating the Yankees.
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About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.