Damn Yankees
International inundation of a Phillies fan
Anyone who has known me for more than 30 seconds knows I bleed Phillies red. Having relocated to London for the summer, it is absolutely irritating to be inundated with Yankees caps everywhere I go.
It was one thing when my sister married a Yankees fan. Our family ethic demanded that I welcome him — and his son-in-law and grandson — into the family.
But walk the streets of London, or Madrid, or Amsterdam and Yankees caps are everywhere. Sydney, where we are headed in September, is even worse. I once counted 32 Yankees cap during a 15-minute walk along Bondi Beach.
I know, I know — the Yankees have won 27 World Series (against the Phillies’ two), and Babe Ruth, Mickie Mantle, and Joe DiMaggio have all sported blue and white pinstripes. But give a woman a break. Primrose Hill is not da Bronx, people!
My misery is made worse by the fact that none of the people wearing said caps have any idea who the Yankees are. When I asked one man why he was wearing a Yankees cap, he said, “What sport do they play?” and “it covers my bald head.”
So, what’s a rabid Phillies fan to do? Revel that at the moment, my team has a better record than the Evil Empire. And chuckle that the Yankees reap no financial gain from their ubiquitous logo as most of the caps I see are knock-offs.
🤣 Spot on!
Tons of Yankee caps here in France, too. Last week in rural France I saw a French guy wearing a Lakers jersey. BUT there is a Phillies cap for sale in a sneaker store. Still, no one knows the difference between these real teams and the fake team shirts and caps on sale at H&M!! At least I have Don representing Phils and Eagles.