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Oct. 30th, 2004 10:41 pmHa. And here I thought I'd be able to refocus and concentrate on things such as work and the election this weekend. Riiiiiiiight. I don't think I'll be refocusing for some time. (Of course, it doesn't really hurt that I don't want to think about the election. Please, let me stay in this world where only baseball matters, where I don't have to think about what will happen after Tuesday if everything goes wrong. I don't want to think about more diaster, more death, more embarrassment over my nationality. I want to think about homers from Ortiz and Bellhorn and Johnny, and about Princess A-Rod's little game of tag, and about that moment when Foulke flipped the ball to Mientkiewicz for the final out of the World Series. I want to drink Coke out of my new World Series mug and cry easy, happy tears over articles in the sports section and paper my walls with covers from the Boston Herald. I don't want to walk into the polls on Tuesday and cast my vote in fear that it doesn't matter, because 2000 might happen all over again. So please don't make me think about it just yet.)
It has occurred to me: I began my Cumby's job the day after Game Four of the ALCS (aka, The Game Where Everything Changed). This means that my coworkers and the regulars have only seen euphoric, energetic me. Boy, won't they be surprised when the high wears off and my real work personality comes shining through.
But there's this one regular who is a Yankees fan, and currently one of my favourite people. We first talked the day after the Sox won the ALCS, and, devastated and bewildered as he was, he still shook my hand and congratulated me on the awesomeness of my team. He has been similarly cool during our two or three encounters since then, and for my part I have tried my hardest to come across as joyful but not gloating. Yesterday, during our first talk since the World Series win, he declared us archenemies, "like Batman and the Joker."
Me: "Wait, which is which?"
Him: "Well, given how this year went, I guess I'm the Joker." (I assume he meant because of the loss, not because the Joker is a demented sadist.)
Me: "That's cool, though. The Joker's one of the best comic book villains around."
The conversation ended with his shaking my hand again and saying firmly, "The Empire will strike back." To which I replied, "I'm expecting it." Because - obviously. It's not like the Yankees are suddenly the Blue Jays now. (No, I'm not mixing up my pop culture. It's just that last year the Red Sox - I can't remember exactly who - compared the Yankees to the Empire from Star Wars, and it stuck.)
But it would do them well to remember that The Empire Strikes Back is only the second movie in the trilogy.
It has occurred to me: I began my Cumby's job the day after Game Four of the ALCS (aka, The Game Where Everything Changed). This means that my coworkers and the regulars have only seen euphoric, energetic me. Boy, won't they be surprised when the high wears off and my real work personality comes shining through.
But there's this one regular who is a Yankees fan, and currently one of my favourite people. We first talked the day after the Sox won the ALCS, and, devastated and bewildered as he was, he still shook my hand and congratulated me on the awesomeness of my team. He has been similarly cool during our two or three encounters since then, and for my part I have tried my hardest to come across as joyful but not gloating. Yesterday, during our first talk since the World Series win, he declared us archenemies, "like Batman and the Joker."
Me: "Wait, which is which?"
Him: "Well, given how this year went, I guess I'm the Joker." (I assume he meant because of the loss, not because the Joker is a demented sadist.)
Me: "That's cool, though. The Joker's one of the best comic book villains around."
The conversation ended with his shaking my hand again and saying firmly, "The Empire will strike back." To which I replied, "I'm expecting it." Because - obviously. It's not like the Yankees are suddenly the Blue Jays now. (No, I'm not mixing up my pop culture. It's just that last year the Red Sox - I can't remember exactly who - compared the Yankees to the Empire from Star Wars, and it stuck.)
But it would do them well to remember that The Empire Strikes Back is only the second movie in the trilogy.
