I Envy Others Who Still Can Hate

I just had an epiphany.  I don’t hate like I used to.

Let me explain:

The Yankees are in town. 

I used to hate the Yankees when I was first followed the sport.  One of my more vivid childhood baseball memories is riding in the backseat of my parents’ car, tearing up a Reggie Jackson baseball card after he delivered a clutch hit against the Royals.  My parents chided me, stating that one day that card might be worth money (it wasn’t a rookie card and no baseball card I ever owned remained in mint condition, so the chances of that were nil… I think my parents thought my baseball card collection might allow them to retire early at that time). 

I remember ...