Friday, July 11, 2008

There are certain things I don't understand about New York

Like baseball. New Yorkers, meaning not just people in the city but also people from the greater New York area are crazy about baseball in a way that transcends simple enthusiasm. The Yankees win all the time; they're kind of like the Red Wings of our national past time, but people in New York get into following baseball to a degree that borders on....I can't really say demented because of the content of this site, which frequently goes w-a-a-a-y over the line of simple dementia, but maybe borders on an unhealthy obsession.

There's something about this baseball thing that reminds me of the one summer where I spent a week at the Jersey shore visiting a friend who had moved out to central New Jersey. When I say that what I'm getting at is this kind of bizarre Yankee thing conjuring up images of Coney Island style experiences that are almost movie like. They're so stereotyped that they seem like they aren't real. And they communicate the fact that there is in actuality something called Yankee culture, not New York Yankees culture but Yankee culture, being the culture of Long Island, the City, and Upstate, and that it exists in the middle of one of the most creative cities in the world. That's fundamentally disappointing to me. I guess that the very square admiration of baseball by New Yorkers is disappointing as well, like they'd be above it.

I don't understand it, and it's not for nothing I tell you.

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