Day CIC

My Yanks Tee

     He laughed, and then explained the commotion about my Tee.

     “Haw haw haw!” I responded.

     A circle of his, and her realtives gathered around us, and we began to yada yada, about the city, and the dirty, rotten crooks who run it; the weather; what a gorgeous day it was; and the latest silly, nonsense on the news. We were in gleeful agreement, on the same page, and having a really good time. You couldn’t ask for more, after all this is what a family gathering is supposed to be about. But eventually, though innocently enough, one of the mets fans just had to turn the conversation to baseball.

     “Yea, wait till next year!” he said, pointing to my Yanks Tee.

     “That’s right, man!” Someone else added.

     “Ya gots that right, dude!” another interjected.

     Suddenly all of them really got into it, and my hosts became real quiet. He knew his family, and she hers. They had some pretty loud discussions about the Mets, and the Yanks from time to time. Mets have to be so jealous of us Yanks fans, I guess.

     “That’s right, dudio, we getting this guy, and dat pitcher,” another relative added.

     “Ya na da’s ony one good thang bouda Mets?”

      I found myself loudly asking…then without realizing what I had done, I looked around. I paused for a long moment, hoping divine help would come to my aid with something clever. Suddenly the only thing you could hear was the wind, whispering through the leaves among the trees around us. The jaws on my host dropped, and he was visibly nervous, as his lips slowly widened into a thin smile; the chatter was silenced, and everybody stopped talking as they waited for my answer. It seemed they were all lighting up, and I felt like bumming a smoke.