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In the fall of 1978, this little long-haired raggedy kid rode around the block over and over in a rage. No one else was outside. They were still in their living rooms, sitting before their televisions in disbelief. So she just rode her red white and blue Spirit Of '76 bike (with banana seat, of course) around and around.

She hated – hated hated hated – the Yankees.

Today, finally, she can let go of her hatred a little bit. Mostly to taunt them, but still. It is progress.

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Anonymous said…
Em,

Can you spell Bucky Dent?

October 2, 1978. One game playoff to decide whether Boston or New York would paly in the American League championship series. Boston leading 2-0 with 2 outs in the 7th. Bucky Dent had hit 4 homers in 1978 and had just had to ice his foot after he fouled a pitch into his foot. On the first pitch after the delay, with 2 men on, Bucky pops up a lazy fly ball on a previously windless day. Somehow it carried over the 38 foot Green Monster to give the Yankees a 3-2 lead. The score held and New York went on to win the World Series as well in 1978.

How could that raggedy kid NOT hate the Yankees?
1:38 PM
listeme said…
Sheesh, I wonder where that kid gets her spirit.
4:32 PM
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