Despite the hopelessness and nihilism I see in some of the comments here, I have to side with LBJ - Local Bargain Jerk - and come down on the side of beautiful, futile, symbolic hopeless protest. Rage against the machine.
Because...
As I discovered on a long trip years ago to the desert, when I realized that it was not New York City - my home - that I missed; it was NEW YORKERS.
SO IT IS HERE. Yes, I miss the old Yankees, they who won with greatness in all those teams that were NOT assembled by Brian Cashman, including the last dynasty. Yes, I miss the Yankees, but what I'd REALLY miss if I sat out the season would be my brethren Yankee fans. In other words - YOU FOLKS. You gentled, sometimes demented compatriots of mine. You, my tribe.
I don't mind wandering in the wilderness for however long it takes - and some of us may not see the other side of this mountain - but I'm okay if I can hang and kvetch and gripe and gossip with you along the way.
So let's make some big pointless stink. Let's have a kerfuffle. Let's complain like real New Yorkers. Let's make some noise, but let's DO IT.
I'm not going to just lay down and die, goddammnit.
Yes! It's time for us older folk to lead the way. To do a 1970 style metaphorical "March on Washington" as I'm sure a few of us did. (I'm looking at you El Duque). I'd wear my old bell-bottoms and tie-dyed "Nixon-Pull Out Like Your Old Man Should Have" tee shirt except they don't come close to fitting me anymore. But, I might just have a wearable gas mask somewhere.
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Despite the hopelessness and nihilism I see in some of the comments here, I have to side with LBJ - Local Bargain Jerk - and come down on the side of beautiful, futile, symbolic hopeless protest. Rage against the machine.
ReplyDeleteBecause...
As I discovered on a long trip years ago to the desert, when I realized that it was not New York City - my home - that I missed; it was NEW YORKERS.
SO IT IS HERE. Yes, I miss the old Yankees, they who won with greatness in all those teams that were NOT assembled by Brian Cashman, including the last dynasty. Yes, I miss the Yankees, but what I'd REALLY miss if I sat out the season would be my brethren Yankee fans. In other words - YOU FOLKS. You gentled, sometimes demented compatriots of mine. You, my tribe.
I don't mind wandering in the wilderness for however long it takes - and some of us may not see the other side of this mountain - but I'm okay if I can hang and kvetch and gripe and gossip with you along the way.
So let's make some big pointless stink. Let's have a kerfuffle. Let's complain like real New Yorkers. Let's make some noise, but let's DO IT.
I'm not going to just lay down and die, goddammnit.
I love you all.
Mister Bit
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ReplyDeleteYes! It's time for us older folk to lead the way. To do a 1970 style metaphorical "March on Washington" as I'm sure a few of us did. (I'm looking at you El Duque). I'd wear my old bell-bottoms and tie-dyed "Nixon-Pull Out Like Your Old Man Should Have" tee shirt except they don't come close to fitting me anymore. But, I might just have a wearable gas mask somewhere.
ReplyDeleteLove ya right back, Bitty!
ReplyDeleteAnd Carl...maybe we should march on Cooperstown!
ReplyDeleteBitty, you complete me.
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