This morning I prayed for
tonight’s major league baseball game.
Not for the game, per se, but for the atmosphere in Yankee Stadium and
the people attending.
I love baseball. I’ll watch nearly any MLB team, but I’ve been
a Yankees fan for nearly 30 years even though I’ve lived my whole life in Texas
and don’t see everyone doesn’t. I joined
the fold of the Astros when I first visited Minute Maid park. For me, it’s the happiest place on earth. I’ve been fortunate enough to repeat that
visit a number of times.
So, I have two favorite
teams. Big deal. I have multiple children, multiple dogs and
multiple cats. I love them all. My Bagwell jersey hangs with my Yankees
shirts. Derek Jeter was my hero. Alex Bregman is also my hero. Derek Jeter was his hero.
When the postseason
narrowed down to Yankees versus Astros, it was win-win for me. I thought I’d be happy whoever won, but I did
want it to go seven games so I could watch them both. Until today.
Until I heard about the despicable behavior of some of the Yankees
fans. Throwing things onto the field is
bad. It is dangerous and
unsportsmanlike. It is stupid.
Taunting someone is
unacceptable and unkind. Taunting
someone because of a disorder is beyond comprehension. And involving his family is totally unconscionable. True, it was one fan (or at least a small
group). It may also be true of an Astro
fan or fans in ballparks around the country.
But it was one too many and it paints the
Yankees with his dirty brush. Indeed, it
paints the whole league with it.
Part of me wants the
series to return to Minute Maid so we can show them southern hospitality, but
part of me is afraid some unkind idiot will try reprisals.
It is an ugly situation
and makes me both mad and sad.
If you see me out
walking, I’ll be the one in the Astros hat and Yankees hoodie. I’ll be praying for baseball. I really love the game!
