Cup Of Joe: Not The Apple of My Eye

Joe GillCorrespondent IIAugust 9, 2009

The only thing I like about New York is Frank Sinatra's song. You gotta love Frankie!

Saying New York in Boston is like swearing in church. You just don't do it especially during baseball season. It's the Hatfields vs. the McCoys, Huns vs. the Turks, it is Yankees vs. Red Sox. War is about to break out at the new Yankee stadium.

The Sox have had the edge this year with an 8-1 series lead but those damn Yanks have us by about 20 World Series titles. However, Boston has more championships this millennium. Nah Na Na Na Na nah!

After the series this weekend, more reasons will be spawned for me to hate the Big Apple! David Ortiz is going to get skewered, and that is putting it mildly, due to his possible steroid involvement. You thought Pedro got it bad with "Whose Your Daddy?!"

NY is Darth Vader telling Boston, I am your father! I can hear Luke screaming already. New Amsterdam, as it was once called, is always the obstacle to Boston sports success.

Yanks in 1999 and 2003. Damn you Aaron Bleeping Boone! The Jets beating the Brady-less Pats in OT at home last year to basically knock them out of the playoffs for the first time in six years. I don't hate the Giants and Mets as much but they still gave us our share of pain in 2007 and in 1986.

The City of New York makes Bostonian friends turn into barbarians. Back in 2005, my friend Joe and I went to see the hapless Bruins play the Rangers (who I also hate) at MSG. No surprise, they lost. However, my friend and I almost came to blows due to secret NY neuron gas!

I have seen Yankees and Mets fans almost tear each others eyes out. The City that Never Sleeps? Everyone is afraid they may die, that's why it doesn't sleep!!

New York, you are Boston's Death Star. Hovering and menacing over us waiting to blow us to smithereens. However, we got our hands on the plans and will continue to have the last laugh like we did in 2004! Who's your Papi now!?!?!

Joe Gill is a resident blogger for Boston Sports Then and Now