I hate the Yankees. I hate how the media stroke and drool over the Yankees much more.
Every week, there’s a new Joba Chamberlain story. I don’t know much about the guy personally, but I wish him nothing but utter failure. I hope he has a mental or physical breakdown that ends his career. I can’t believe I would say something so harsh about someone I’ve never met – but unjustified, never-ending hype will do that to you.
I really can’t say much more about my Yankee hatred than I did last October.
I don’t think I’d hate the Yankees nearly as much if there weren’t so many Yankees fans in Kansas City. I haven’t met too many New Yorkers in the metro, yet the number of Yankees fans at Royals games never fails to astound.
I’m not saying you must be a fan of your hometown team. But being a fan of such a spoiled organization makes you a poser, bandwagoner and probably all-around scum.
I completely agree with this ridiculous hype for Joba. Did you see when he made his first Major League appearance at Kauffman and they kept showing his dad crying and being an all around puss? I look forward to watching Joba get rocked by Ken Harvey and the T-Bones in the near future.
I missed his dad crying, otherwise I would’ve been all over it. I’d be happy with your scenario.