One of the things I love most about my wife is that she takes my interests as her own. She adopted the Rangers as her team even though when we met the Rangers were the laughingstock of hockey and in the middle of one of their worst playoff droughts in team history. Then she became a Mets fan, even though it would have been a lot easier for her to adopt the Yankees as her team. And finally, she became a fan of the Giants. The Jets aren't all that attractive of an option either but most of her family are Jets fans so the natural thing would have been for her to go that route.
My point is that she stands behind me and my teams and roots for them when they're not the easiest team to root for. And this is what brings me to my point. I have layed a lot of ground work getting her to be a Mets fan. She's die hard. She can live through Carlos Beltran not swinging the bat in the ninth inning of Game 7 of the NLCS or seeing the team sign Guillermo Mota after he tested positive for steroids. She even survived the monumental collapse in September when it seemed like they had the division wrapped up.
But when she is posed with the thought of having to see her Mets flirt with signing A-Rod, and perhaps pull the trigger on the deal, it makes her loyalty flounder. For this, I am begging you Omar Minaya to reconsider. You have no idea how pleasant it is when your wife is a sports fan and understands your obsession.
One of my favorite pasttimes is coming home after work in the summer and watching the ballgame as I doze off at night. Because she's a fan, she lets me do that. Because she's a fan, she doesn't make me sit through mindless episodes of Desparate Housewives as I wonder what the score of the game is. She would be wondering too.
Omar, if you sign A-Rod, you will throw my entire universe out of whack. You will lose one fan and I will lose one of the great loves in my life, my annual summer fling with the Mets. Because of my wife's strong "discontent" for A-Rod, she will lose all interest in the Mets. My summers will consist of re-runs of Desperate Housewives and American Idol rather than watching David Wright go through one of his epic hitting streaks. I beg you to turn your attention to any other player. This is the one guy that will cost me as much as it will cost you.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
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