“I’m Gonna Git You, Sucka!”
No, no, I’m not talking movies here (and I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing this one), but on the eve of the 2,365th Giants/Dodgers game (1184–1163–17 [wait a minute, 17 ties? How does that happen?])), I’m talking grudges. We all hold grudges against seemingly innocent things. The DMV, for being a little slice of hell on Earth, the one barrista at Starbucks who never makes you double-whip-half-caff-light-mocha-whip-frappochino correctly, or even meter maids and the stupid little carts they drive.
Sport grudges are different though. At least for me. Zumie mentioned yesterday that his anger toward the Los Angels Angels of Angeland had faded to nothing. Me? Nope. 5 outs will always hurt. The hatred still burns like a tiny fire in my heart. I’m happy as a clam in sheepshit that the LAALAAs are potentially going to miss the playoffs despite spending a millions upon millions of dollars on guys like Pujols, Grienke, Haren and the rest of their bloated payroll. In true LA fashion, the players are individually having great years, yet the team is barely over .500 after droppping 4 games to the banjo hitting TBRays. They have Kid Fish as the likely rookie of the year. Trumbo playing out of his mind, and yet, they blow an 8 run lead the other night. Ha ha! I’m loving their slow sink into obscurity as the A’s (the fuckin’ A’s! A team that jettisons star players as fast as they can) blow past them and move into playoff contention.
I missed the Yankee World Series loss in 1962 (well, I was a negligent 1 year old fan back then) , but plenty of people here still hold that torch as a reason to hate the Yankees. I still view the Fred (Crime Dog) McGriff trade from the Pads to the Braves as an abomination, and therefore the Braves and Padres hold a special dark place in my heart for animosity as the Braves played out of their minds and passed the Giants in the last true pennant race back in 1993. St Louis? Yup. On the list. 1987 still hurts because I think it was 1987 when baseball changed the NLCS to best of 7 from best of 5. Of course, the Giants would have won a best of 5. And because of Jose fucking Okendo. The Marlins? Fuck ‘em. Both timie we faced them in the playoffs, they won the Word Series. Although it IS hard to stay mad at them as they jettison their lineup evey 3 years, and they now they play in a pastel-colored nightmare of a stadium in downtown Miami. They look like a barnstroming team from the 30s. That’s about it for me baseball-wise. For some reason, I’m not angry about the Pirates, even though they beat the Giants in 1971. And even though I saw them win game 1 on what I thought would be a shoe-in to the World Series, my anger for that series was directed at Dave Kingman for butchering game 2.
So, who holds your ire? Having been only a fan of the SF teams my whole life, I have a pretty small sample size. I respected (and grudgingly liked) the Big Red Machine back in the 70s. I mentioned Pittsburgh, and you had to like the ‘We are family’ run. I have family ties to the Cubs, and I could give a shit about 4/5th of the AL teams (KC? Seattle? ChiSox?). These teams barely register on my radar.
So, who gets your blood pressure rising? What team (or player) causes you to see a little red?