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Are We There Yet?

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The day after our win felt like a Yankees off day, so I
wasn’t going crazy yet. I know that baseball season is over, but it was like my
conscious and subconscious were fighting. Subconsciously I knew that the season
was over, and that we’d be without baseball for months, but my conscious was
refusing to accept it. I kept checking MLB.com for game previews. I was in
denial. It was pretty sad.

 

Yesterday was the parade, so the excitement that came with
it lessened my Baseball Withdrawal Syndrome. Yes, I watched the parade all the
way from Dubai. The parade was due to start at around 8p.m. here, so at 6p.m. I
began to get antsy. I was out with my friends at a Hookah Lounge, with my
laptop tucked away safely in my purse. Smoking my rose-flavored hookah, I was
sitting there thinking about the parade and ignoring the conversation going
on. 

 

I don’t even know what they were talking about, I think they
were planning a trip out to the desert. I think they put me in charge of
bringing something for the trip. Who knows? My friends know that when I slip
into my baseball trance, I’m in a whole other world, so someone will probably
call me today and tell me what they want me to do.

 

So, I was sitting there, thinking about the parade, smoking
my hookah. How many people will show up?
What will the speeches in front of City Hall be like? What will Mayor Bloomberg
say? What will Derek Jeter say? Will Matsui give a speech? Will Kanye West jump
up on stage and interrupt someone?
These were all the questions going
through my head as I was counting down to the parade.

 

At around 7p.m. I couldn’t take it anymore. I took my laptop
out, set it on the table, and went to www.myfoxny.com
to watch the live coverage. My friends know that bringing my laptop with me
when I go out only means one thing: baseball.

 

“I thought the baseball season was over?” my friend Elie
asked. I explained to him that I was awaiting the parade. My friends shook
their heads (they aren’t my American group of friends, they’re Lebanese
ex-pats) and told me that my obsession wasn’t healthy. Pfffttt, what do they
know?

 

The celebrations eventually began, and I started getting
choked up watching them. People in the lounge started coming up to me and
asking me what I was watching on my laptop, and I explained. A little while
later, I heard someone from another table ask “Is that the World Series
parade?”

 

I turned around to see who asked, and I saw a man, roughly
in his 30s, wearing a navy blue hat with the most beautiful insignia known to
man. “It sure is!” I responded, and gestured for him to come over to watch it
with me. It might have been the margaritas I had, or it might have been the
beautiful hat on his head, but the guy was cute. He was also a fellow Yankee.
He was definitely welcome.

 

Mark (the guy from the other table) and I watched the
parade, and started talking about the previous 4 parades we had seen. He’s also
a New Yorker, from Queens, and is a diehard Yankees fan. As we watched our
players, past and present, along with their families make their way up the
Canyon of Heroes, we started talking baseball. We talked about growing up going
to games at the old stadium, the glory of the 90s, and the magic of this season
as we watched the celebrations in our hometown. We stopped talking to watch
Jay-Z perform, and listen to the speeches. We then continued discussing the
state of the Yankees, and how sad it is to think that this may be the last time
we see this entire group together.

 

Halfway through our discussion about whether or not Johnny
Damon would be in pinstripes next year, I looked up and saw that my friends had
left.  I looked at the time: it was
2a.m. My laptop charger had slipped out of place and the battery had died. Mark
and I were the only two people left in the lounge. We exchanged numbers. We are
both in desperate need of Yankee Comradery being so far away from home.

 

Mark drove me home after we left the lounge, and we agreed
that we should “do this again some time”. Ah, the New York Yankees: bringing
people together.

 

I managed to sleep for a few hours and dream about baseball.
My sleep schedule is still messed up from the season, so my body won’t let me
sleep for longer than a few hours at a time. My goal this offseason is to get
back to normal sleeping habits. I’ll keep you posted on that, but I have a
feeling I’ll fail miserably.

 

As I woke up this morning and had my first cup of coffee, it
hit me that the baseball season is over. The revelation left me feeling a
little depressed, but the amazing celebrations I witnessed yesterday managed to
put a smile on my face and help me overcome my feeling of sadness.

 

I could barely get through off days during the season, I
don’t know how I’m going to survive this offseason. Being the World Series Champions will definitely help me get through the next few months, but I’m ready for spring
training to begin. I’m not as excited about the Winter Meetings this year as I was last year. I just can’t wait for baseball
to start again.

 

Right now, I feel like I’m 5 years old, sitting in the
backseat of my dad’s car on the way to Six Flags. Are we there yet?

The Inaugural Post

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THE
NEW YORK YANKEES ARE THE 2009 WORLD SERIES CHAMPIONS!

Captain lifts The Trophy


Words
fail me as I try to describe the emotions shooting through me at this moment.
After a long and exhausting season, for both players and fans, our beloved
Yankees are the World Champions. Our New York Yankees defeated the Philadelphia
Phillies to win their 27th World Series Championship.

Mission
27: accomplished.

I want to say that I never doubted this team, that I knew
we’d win it all year, but that would be a bigger load of bull than a Jimmy
Rollins prediction. Fact of the matter is: I had my doubts. I never doubted the
abilities of our players, I just doubted our methods. As my Twitter followers
will confirm, I doubted Joe Girardi. Luckily, he proved me wrong and took us to
victory. Here’s another fact for you: I’ve never been happier to be proven
wrong.

Yesterday, I cried. When they played “Enter Sandman” at the
stadium, I cried. I cried for just under half of the 8th inning, and all of the
9th. When Cano flipped to Teixeira to record the final out of the World Series,
I cried. I cried tears of joy. I cried tears of happiness, but also tears of
relief. After a long and stressful season, I feel relieved. My feelings of
relief aren’t because the season is over, but because I survived my 26th
season as a Yankees fan without suffering from a heart condition.

We
deserve this. As fans, we deserve this. Having braved the elements all year,
having survived the outrageous ticket prices and – for me personally – having
survived the lack of sleep while following games taking place 8 hours behind my
time zone, we deserve this. This is why I believe that the true champions
aren’t only the ones playing on the field, but also the ones in the stands
cheering them on.

Without us, the Yankees wouldn’t be where they are today.
The players know it, the owners know it, and the fans know it. There’s a reason
that, in their speeches, they always call us the “greatest fans on
Earth”. We simply are.

We don’t follow baseball, we live it. We don’t fit the
Yankees into our schedules, we build our schedules around the Yankees. We don’t
make room in our lives for Yankees games, we make room during the Yankees
season for our lives. We buy tickets, MLB.tv subscriptions, MLB mobile
applications, and – for those of us living abroad – satellite TV subscriptions
to ensure that we never miss a single moment of Yankees baseball. We know that
baseball isn’t a sport, it’s a way of life. We truly are the greatest fans on
Earth.

Victory
is sweet; accomplishment is sweeter. We all came into this season feeling that
this was our year, dreaming of the moment in which our men in pinstripes
returned to the top. We are the World Champions, and for the next year, it will
be The Reign of The Empire. May this glorious reign last for many years to
come.

The
Evil Empire struck back.

I
would like to take this opportunity to congratulate the Philadelphia Phillies
on a battle well fought. They didn’t make this series easy for us, and they
were a strong opponent. They definitely made this World Series interesting, to
say the least. Jimmy Rollins brought the drama. Unfortunately for him, we
brought the game.

In
the end, we prevailed. We played. We won. ‘Das
it
.

I
would like to congratulate our players on this historic win. I would like to
commend the Front Office on the amazing acquisitions made to fill the gaps that
needed to be filled. I would like to congratulate our GM Brian Cashman on his
wonderful vision for the team. I would like to congratulate our manager Joe
Girardi and his coaching staff for taking the team to glory. We all doubted
Girardi’s ways, but in the end, he accomplished the mission.

Last,
but certainly not least, I would like to congratulate my fellow fans. Like I
said, without our amazing fan base, the Yankees wouldn’t be the Yankees. Every
fan, young or old, near or far, contributed to the glory of the 2009 season.

To
the fans of the New York Yankees, the best fans on Earth: I salute you.

So, without further ado: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Yankees lovers
and Yankees haters, as a World Champion Yankees Fan, I would like to welcome
you to my blog. What an amazing time it is for my inauguration!

I am not a Yankee Insider. I don’t have any inside information about the
Yankees, nor am I affiliated with the New York Yankees organization in any way.
I don’t know anyone working in the media, and I’m not an aspiring sports
journalist. I am simply a fan who loves her team.

This
is not a Yankees blog; it is a Yankees Fan blog.

The posts on this site will be talking about the Yankees from a fan’s
perspective. In my posts, I will be giving you my thoughts, showing you my
emotions, and sharing with you my desires. While I will be giving you my
personal analysis here and there, this blog will be for your entertainment. I
will also be commenting on the team through a female fan’s perspective. I could have chosen the route of ignoring my femininity, but where’s the fun in that? I’m here to prove that it’s possible to be a sports fan, and still be womanly.


Sounds
simple, doesn’t it?

Ah, but as it always is in life, there is a twist: I am a Yankees fan living in
the Middle East.

I follow my Yankees religiously, and I’m as passionate about them as the fans
living in New York. After all, I spent my entire life in New York and immersed in my Yankee Obsession. I’m not about to let geography get in the way of eating, sleeping, breathing, and living baseball. Geography cannot stop me from bleeding Pinstripe Blue.


Life as a baseball fan, however, is different when you
don’t live in America. People here do not follow baseball. While I’ve
befriended a small group of fellow-Americans here, the majority of my
acquaintances look at me as though I’m speaking a foreign language when I
mention how many RBIs A-Rod has, or what Derek Jeter’s batting average is.

For the first time in my life, I say “Mariano Rivera” and people
don’t know that I am talking about the best closer of all time. Furthermore,
they don’t even know what a closer is. Heck, they don’t know what a pitcher is.
This has been tough for me.

So, in this blog, you will see things through my eyes. You will get an
understanding of the difficulties that come with following a baseball team when
you’re abroad. You will sympathize with me as I await that 4 a.m. first pitch,
and you will probably feel sorry for me having to follow the final two innings
from my office at work.

I
will be discussing the state of the Yankees as I see them. Through my words you
will understand my thoughts. Through my rants you will understand my passion.
Through my innuendo you will understand my gender. Some of my posts will be
humorous; others will be out of pure frustration. Some will be factual; others
will be fictional. All in all, I aim to entertain you with this blog, while
also aiming to inform.

Here’s
to my inaugural season as a Yankees blogger. Here’s to good times and good
fans. Here’s to many more seasons on top. Here’s to the New York Yankees.

Enjoy.