Not yet worried by Yankees’ rough start
Oh Yankees, My Yankees. Where are you going? South, it seems.
On the golf course, I’ll often be heard to say, “Relax. It’s only golf.” In other words, don’t over-think it lest you get depressed. Ditto on baseball, which, like golf, has and forever will have its constantly changing yin and yang (both of which terms begin with a Yankee “Y”). And there is no “why” to it.
My advice is to relax and enjoy. Which one can do if one is a baseball fan and not emotionally overdependent on the fortunes of one particular squad. As I see it, the Yanks will be back. In my shortening lifetime, I mean. The Mets ain’t too shabby, but its not likely this season that we’ll see a Subway Series here in our arbitrarily determined, primary affiliation area of the country, so I’ve temporarily shifted my hopes to witness an “L” series come fall.
Let’s face facts: A fall classic pitting the ChiSox against the Cubbies, two of the oldest squads ever to grace the immortal diamond, would be a grand and exciting one. Both teams are getting it done, so far. Imagine those Midwesterners battling it out for the national accolade and the honor of ChiTown. Who could resist it?
Well, only those who don’t watch baseball after their team fails to reach the playoffs, or, if their team does get that far, once its members get bumped to their living room stadium seats to watch the finales. To them, to those most curious of ostensible “sports” fans, that sad, themselves their worst enemy bunch, I say, “Hey, be a real baseball fan. You’ll love it.” Yeah, those “fans” gotta get their minds right while the sun shines.
Like my immortal team, I’m sitting back about now, relaxing unhurried and unworried. But come October, even without my Yankees to cheer forward, I’ll be sitting on the edge of my chair in my dugout.