The unbelievably prolific Jen Chung over at Gothamist was kind enough to give me a mention today in her post about Baltimore (Thanks Jen). If I haven’t said it enough already, Jen is my all time favorite Weblogger.

She brought up that damn 4 game sweep the Yankees had over the Orioles. It reminded me of a conversation I had last night with a very sweet older couple who had come into town for the game. First they teased me/us over the sweep, to which I snarled and grimaced (in a good humored way, of course) over for them. They said that everyone loved to hate the Yankees. I’d like to be the first to go on the record and say that we do not hate the Yankees. What we hate are non New Yorker Yankee fans that lack the creativity to root for a team whose pockets run deeper than Hudson River. Yes, the Yankees win a lot. Yes, with characters like Babe Ruth (a Baltimorean, by the way), Lou Gehrig and Joe DiMaggio, they embody the spirit and the history of the entire game.

But, I have to say to you Yankee fans out there that have absolutely no connection to New York, go out there and buy an original clue for once and support a team who isn’t guaranteed a playoff spot if for no other reason based on their payroll alone. I’m guessing you were a big fan of the Bulls back in the nineties, not to mention how much of a super big fan of the cowboys you were back in the eighties.

This diatribe is directed to you Washingtonians, by the way. Yes, you know who you are. You drive up to Camden Yards after work, dressed up in your cute blue Yankees jerseys, you fill up more than half of OUR stadium, and droll on with your whiney little “Let go Yankees” cheer.

I hate you. Yes, unbridled passionate hatred the likes of which God had never seen. To drown out your fickle cheers, we have to scream our anti-Yankee heckles at twice a volume that's healthy for any man. By the fifth inning, I’m horse because of you. It takes my vocal chords 3 days to recover because of you. I’m going to start sending my throat syrup bills to you.

To all you New Yorker New York Yankees fans that drive 3+ hours to see your team play, you rock! You are true fans. Just please stop beating us up when we come up to Yankee Stadium (and by "we", I don't mean the Orioles, I mean the fans who literally get the crap beat out of them in the stands).

I’d like to point out that I was a good Samaritan yesterday. A New Yorker with NY plates and a NY accent was lost and asked me for directions to Camden Yards. I was more than happy to help him out and graciously told him to follow me, as I was driving in that direction anyway. I even waved him at the correct exit when it was time for paths to split.

But, if you had DC plates and an accent as colorful as a news broadcaster, I swear to God I would have sent you straight into East Baltimore.

Okay, so maybe my vitrial is a little keyed up today because I'm pissed off about the four game sweep.