My Dad, back in 1994, was offered an upper-management job for Verizon out in Manhattan (Pearl St. to be exact). He took it, moved to Westfield, New Jersey, and became a Yankees fan. I never quite forgave him for the latter. Every year, at the most inopportune time, I'd get a package from him cantaining New York Post/New York Times clippings, some Yankee memorabilia, and a card or note heckling me. One XMas, I got a Yankees knit-cap, commemorating either the World Series or ALCS. This year, he gave me (among other things) a 8x10 photo, the top half of which was the NYC skyline (complete with World Trade Center towers) and the bottom half being Yankee Fuckin' Stadium. The gy won't quit.

So, last night (after the game), I drove my brother back to my Dad's house (he lives in New Hampshire now). We hung out with my Dad a little, then we all went to bed. This morning, my Dad treated my to breakfast in a little cafe near his house. We ate, talked, and listened to CNN. When the sports report came on and the Yankees game was announced, by Dad had a look of bewilderment and pain on his face. Worst home loss, worst margin of loss, etc...they listed it all. Then they said it tied the record for worst loss in baseball history (Pirates over Cubs in 19-who-gives-a-shit). My Dad looked at me with slight pain playing over his face.

I said: "Look on the bright side, they didn't beat that record!"

He whispered: "Fuck you David."

Ah...the small victories! I think I'll get him a "Yankees Hater" ball-cap (Yankee blue with the white logo), just to see how long he wears it before he realizes what he's got on his head.

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