So, you know I’m a Yankees’ fan, yes? Well, I am. I grew up on the Yankees. Those games were a big part of my childhood, in no small part because I watched the games with my grandfather, who would tell us about watching Mickey Mantle and Joe DiMaggio play, and my dad, who would tell us what about the games he saw at the stadium during the Reggie Jackson years.
So, basically, you can go fuck yourself if you think I’m making any apologies for root, root, rooting for the Bronx Bombers. I mean that in the nicest way possible, of course.
Anyway, to all the haters out there, you missed one hell of a series. There were highs. There were lows. There was history. There were old rivalries reinvigorated. And there was everything in between. Seriously, it was good baseball.
But possibly better than everything short of the Yankees winning the series, is this:
Oh. My. Goodness. WHAT?! This is un-fucking-believable. Seriously, I have a lot of love for Miss Mary J. And I am a sucker for the National Anthem, but this is above and beyond. That hair. Those glasses. Those quintessential Mary J tears. The Yankee gear coupled with skinny jeans, a cinching belt on the jersey, and those heels… WHAT?! Good lord, so good. I don’t think this eeks out pre-Bobby Whitney’s performance of the song back in the day. But Mary J makes me want to stand up and be proud to be an American. And a Yankee fan. Of course.