â†µAs someone who was born and bred to hate everything pinstripes, it pains me somewhat to admit this: Yankee fans are pretty outstanding. Outstanding, obviously, can mean many things, both good and bad, but in this case I suppose it means that their passion and enthusiasm are unmatched. At least from the sporting events I've been fortunate enough to attend. (Yes, yes, this is the part where you tell me all about soccer fans and their flares, airhorns and fashionable haircuts.) â†µâ†µ
â†µThis isn't to say they aren't insufferably obnoxious people, because they are. Based on some of the things I heard come out of the bleachers, I'd venture to say some of them are, in fact, horrible human beings. But they love the Yankees and hate every other team with such vigor that you really must admire them. Plus, the bleachers are a constant party, filled with chanting, clapping, dancing, roll-calling (here's last night's) and, of course, cow-belling. Even as the clock approached 1:00 a.m. ET in a relatively meaningless exhibition game last night, they were still doing stuff like this: â†µâ†µ â†µ
â†µSo, Yankee fans, I salute thee even though I hate your team and never wish to see any of you in person again. â†µâ†µ
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