Yup, I’m also that girl, the one that can shut a guy silent about sports. It’s not that I consider myself ESPN anchor material, but I do know my way around. It all started with one movie, Angels in the Outfield, I can’t even remember how many times I’ve watched it (I own the DVD) but yes, call me waterworks, it still makes me all emotional. And then there was my grandpa, Papa Toño, he was a walking encyclopedia, he knew every date and detail about any sport (and let’s be honest, about everything else). He witnessed countless World Series games, a few Super Bowls and of course, hundreds of boxing matches. He didn’t drink, he didn’t gamble, he didn’t smoke, but if there was a big match in Vegas, he was always first in line. He was the one who triggered my passion for baseball and thanks to him, I have been in love for a while now…. with one team, my Yankees. I have a NYY cap collection, my jersey and manager bomber. I have my scores app in both iPhone and Blackberry. I cried the first time I saw Yankee Stadium in the flesh (picture below shows you what I’m talking about). I cry every time they win or lose a key game (by now, I assume that you have figured out that crying is almost like a sport to me). Thanks to time zones, I often watch the games on streaming at 4 am (I can’t even begin to imagine what my neighbors thought was happening to me, almost three years ago, when I sobbed like a child over my Bombers winning the World Series at 5 am, while I spoke to my momma on the phone). The ultimate fan proof? Crying through Jorge Posada’s retirement press conference, yes, that actually happened a few days ago and I cried more than Jorge himself.
Now that we have stated my undying love for the Yankees, I have another one, soccer. It is my bigger sister who is responsible for that. When we were little, she loved basketball (she still does). It was the Chicago Bulls era, when the Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen and Denis Rodman dynasty was on fire. My sister used to watch every single game on TV, she was barely 11 years old. I liked basketball because she did. She bought Michael Jordan posters, I bought Dennis Rodman posters. She watched a game, I watched the game (it’s a little sister thing). Same thing happened with soccer. She was into the italian league, so was I. She started collecting the World Cup sticker albums, so did I. And then it wasn’t anymore about imitating her every move, it was about sharing one passion. We have joined fantasy football leagues, we have watched many games in her bedroom and we both love Inter (she loved it first). One thing that’s definitely on our bucket list is to go to the Giuseppe Meazza stadium together. My second best memory, witnessing the madness in Piazza Duomo when Inter took the Campions League title (just in case you were wondering, I also cried).
Last but not least, I do not know a lot about Rugby, I am still learning. But when you fall in love with a player, you gotta love the game as well.
A confession: I do have my girly moments, I like the golden and tight, tights the New Orleans Saints wear, even though I know nothing about NFL. It’s sexy and manly when the New Zealand All Blacks perform the Haka. I even get jealous every time A-Rod parades himself around with his blonde slut du jour.
Now you know more about me, a lot more about me. Hope you enjoyed it. I wish you a lovely weekend!