I am the exception. I know why I hated the Brooklyn Dodgers.
In my neighborhood in Queens, everyone rooted for either the NY Yankees or Brooklyn Dodgers. The only person I ever met who preferred the NY Giants was my grandmother who viewed any other NY team as Johnny-Come-Latelies.
Anyway, when I was 5 I had a big mouth, and fast legs. I said things that got people mad, but I was able to outrun anyone under the age of 8. However, sometimes I would get ambushed and they would beat me up, since I was not a fighter and was outnumbered. Eventually, some other kid(s) would come along and bail me out of the fight. Inevitably the kids beating me up were Dodger fans and the ones who bailed me out were Yankee fans. So who do you think I'm going to root for?
But when both the Dodgers and Giants moved to California, I had nothing but disdain for both of them.
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967
So the petulance is clear. The fear. Imagine Jerry Seinfeld saying “But I don’t want to be a pirate (scratch that) alone!” Then try to imagine why such people would have been - & so regularly are - together?
Its a show about the fear of “nothing.” And its “solution” is “quantitative easing.” (Which has always been 5-finger ~digital~ discount scale.)
What I love about the Bombers is they are in the Bronx, & I’m not.
The world is afflicted with dissension and division. However there is a path forward towards union and harmony.
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Thank you for restacking my article, Patrick.
I am the exception. I know why I hated the Brooklyn Dodgers.
In my neighborhood in Queens, everyone rooted for either the NY Yankees or Brooklyn Dodgers. The only person I ever met who preferred the NY Giants was my grandmother who viewed any other NY team as Johnny-Come-Latelies.
Anyway, when I was 5 I had a big mouth, and fast legs. I said things that got people mad, but I was able to outrun anyone under the age of 8. However, sometimes I would get ambushed and they would beat me up, since I was not a fighter and was outnumbered. Eventually, some other kid(s) would come along and bail me out of the fight. Inevitably the kids beating me up were Dodger fans and the ones who bailed me out were Yankee fans. So who do you think I'm going to root for?
But when both the Dodgers and Giants moved to California, I had nothing but disdain for both of them.
Choral echo chamber reefs make it hard to get onto the island, & hard to get off of the island, too. Recall Hanks & his good buddy Wilson.
Then recall Lord of the Flies island. Just boys. Maggotry is innate (or it ain’t) - there is no blank slate.
Apologist for keeping choral reefs alive, expanding, singing those anthems, Donne told one of those big lies when he wrote “No man is an island.”
Word-gusher Thomas Wolfe didn't put the cartesian before the artesian, told it straight: “Every man is an island.”
Gonzo Ibogaine rumor-starter Hunter Thompson also:
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967
So the petulance is clear. The fear. Imagine Jerry Seinfeld saying “But I don’t want to be a pirate (scratch that) alone!” Then try to imagine why such people would have been - & so regularly are - together?
Its a show about the fear of “nothing.” And its “solution” is “quantitative easing.” (Which has always been 5-finger ~digital~ discount scale.)
What I love about the Bombers is they are in the Bronx, & I’m not.
We know so much about the object of our hate because we have projected our own Shadow upon it. That which I hate in others belongs to me.
Thank you for restacking my article, Patrick.