During the twelve days I was in Ireland, I counted MLB baseball caps. Here was the final tally:
New York Yankees: 67
Boston Red Sox: 1
Rest MLB baseball teams: 0
This surprised me. Previous to my informal poll, I had thought that Boston and Ireland had a special bond.
This discovery reveals an interesting love triangle:
Boston loves Ireland;
Ireland loves The Bronx;
The Bronx loves itself.
In this love triangle, nobody loves Boston.
I can imagine the three of them at a party. The Bronx is telling stories loudly and never wandering far from the keg. Ireland is sitting on the couch seductively, legs crossed, staring dreamily at The Bronx. Boston is sitting on the arm of the couch, hoping to catch Ireland’s eye, hoping for a more-than-near-kiss.
Monday, June 4, 2007
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Apparently I'm not the only one who has noticed this phenomenon.
Here is another:"This was on the main route for pony carts, which made for some fun pictures. One of the pony cart drivers was wearing an American baseball cap. While I had not thought of Ireland as a hot spot for baseball, I would see at least 50 such caps during my weeks there. Out of that, 48 were Yankees caps, with one White Sox and a Mets thrown in for good measure."
I am going to send a Carolina Mudcats baseball cap to my one acquaintance in Ireland.
Last time I was in Ireland I wore a Pirates cap, an LA Raiders Starter jacket, and green Umbros. The weather can shift quickly there, and this was in the days before you could unzip and remove sleeves and pantlegs.
Imperfect.
No one ever hopes for a near-kiss. It just happens, when you both lean down to pick up the same quarter off the bus-station floor, for instance, or when you both dive for a looper into shallow right-center.
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