A Yankee Die Hard's Day of Reckoning

Okay.

Taking a break from the day. Have to share.

If I sent this to you, you understand you are either on the Yankees side of the fence or that team in Boston that's just learning how to build a winning tradition. Or you can't stand either team.

I love my Yankees. We all know our rivalry with Boston runs deep. It is at times fun, at times heated. Overall, it is in our blood. It is how we were raised. We understand that to be true.

Now I love my son. More than anything in the world. You all know that.

One day about a year ago, Houston asked me, "Daddy, why do you hate the Red Sox so much?" I replied to my impressionable little man, "Son, Daddy is from Jersey. Daddy was raised a Yankees and Giants fan. And when you are from where I'm from, under no circumstances do you ever cheer for the Red Sox. It's just the way it is."

So he turns to me and says, "Well Daddy, what if I played for the Red Sox? Would you cheer for them then? Would you come to my games? Would you move to Boston?"

Needless to say, I immediately responded, "YES! Of course Buddy! If you play professional sports, I'll cheer for whatever team you play for! You are my son! And I love you more than anything in the world!" (Think...$$$$$$)!

He smiled, hugged me and all was well in the world. Until...

I found out today the Little League team that drafted him was ... The Red Sox ... and Theo Epstein was nowhere in sight.

And I'm supposed to help coach.

Yes, I will take pictures of me in a Red Sox jersey and hat.

Oh man. The things we do for our kids.

You can stop laughing now.