As as Angeleno, I fully and wholeheartedly root for the Brooklyn Dodgers of Los Angeles. But I’ve been a Yankees fan since I was ten years old, and last night I found myself telling the story of how that came to be to a group of Mets fans.
In fifth grade, during my brief stint in public school, I was selected for the gifted & talented program. There were four elementary schools in my area, and the program was held Wednesday afternoons at the school in Zena (not to be confused with Xena, Warrior Princess, who was actually from the next town over) (not really). Kids from my school and the other two schools not in Zena bused over. This meant that once a week I had to ride the bus with Ben Fleisher and Jory Serota, who were both Mets fans.
All I heard about on those bus rides were the fucking Mets. And according to those boys, the Yankees sucked! Well, that was enough for me.
So I became a Yankees fan, and have remained loyal ever since. I mean, as loyal as you can be when you don’t actually follow baseball, you just like occasionally going to a game.