My friends Ceda + Max were in town last night, and over some Three Floyds Ceda commented that I better start updating my blog.
I have actually been waiting for pictures from my friend Katja’s trip to the city. So let’s blame her. She and her friend John were driving from Philly to Bellingham, WA for her new jobbie and stopped for two days. We had a touristy time, chock full of Millennium Park, Navy Pier, the waterfront and Rick Bayless’s new restaurant, XOCO. So that would have been a great post.
Lately I have enjoyed watching my Twinsies kick butt/exceed expectations. This current series with the Yankees (which I’m watching right now) has proven to me that East Coasters/Yankees fans are, indeed, smug and awful. There was a certain condescension towards people from the Midwest at Smith, a “oh that’s cute that you’re from there,” and it’s something I had forgotten about until this series; a lot of people who went to Smith—smart people—literally didn’t know where Minnesota was. Or Wisconsin, Iowa and Illinois, for that matter. Anyway, I think the awfulness of the population is concentrated in Yankees fans. Look around, people. Just because you’ve got the most doesn’t mean you’re the best.
Particular dislikes: the TBS announcers who narrate “The Twins aren’t losing. Can you believe that?”; the sheer celebrity status of their players + the fact that they pay their players 4x as much as ours. Just looking at Yankee Stadium and thinking how much people paid for their seats makes me want to throw up in my own mouth.
The next two days may be Kathryn’s version of stress incarnate, due to some very long awaited for 4+-hr obligations. Is that vague enough for you? Regardless, I’m back and better than ever.
Musical selection of the day is Lady Gaga, Poker Face, in the spirit of the march today on Washington. Enjoy.
“Hating the Yankees is as American as pizza pie, unwed mothers, and cheating on your income tax” -Mike Royko (Chicago Journalist)
I have hated the Yankees as long as I have understood Baseball. I discovered my love of the sport when I was living in Maryland (turning 8 was the greatest day of my life…cause it was Cal Ripken, Jr.’s jersey number) and as I have been in Minnesota I have now seen the Twins go down to the Yankees three times in the playoffs. I have come to the conclusion that I hate the Yankees more than I hate some mildly genocidal dictators. I’m not proud of that fact, and it goes to show the irrational nature of hatred, but it is 100% true. I hate the Yankees more the Idi Amin.