Sometimes hating a team takes almost as much effort as loving one. For me, even during the long, dry spells, it has never been hard to support my Michigan teams. I’ve been a Lions fan my whole life except for a brief fascination with the Bears as a result of the Super Bowl Shuffle. I was never much of a hockey fan but if I am going to cheer, there’s no way I’ll cheer for anyone but the Red Wings.
Supporting one team often means detesting another, though. Michigan football is one of my main reasons for getting up on Saturdays during the fall but the thought of watching Notre Dame lose can get me moving, too. When I was little I liked the Pistons but that also meant I detested the Bulls. Sure, Jordan was great and all but I even found it hard to truly appreciate him since he was wearing all that red.
However, despite my love of the Tigers, I’ll be the first to admit that my hatred of the Yankees doesn’t make all that much sense. The Tigers and the Yankees don’t have much of a rivalry and there isn’t much to justify my feelings. It might make more sense if I felt this way about the White Sox but the fact still stands; I hate the Yankees.
So, it was particularly painful for me the other day to learn that my feelings, although normal, are not as widespread as I assumed. Despite what you would think, the Yankees are not the most hated team in baseball, at least according to ESPN and the Wall Street Journal.
Sure, they may be walking it back a little now saying that it’s just fans’ responses to the opening of the season. But hearing even for a second that the Yankees are not as hated as I believed strikes fear in my heart. How could I be so wrong? And so alone? How could anyone dislike Cleveland more than the Yankees? The Indians are barely even a baseball team.
Sure, my dislike of certain teams may not be good for me and may be doing horrible things to my blood pressure. But when it comes to most of them, there’s a very good reason. And even when there’s not, the hate still feels good. Yeah, I’m talking to you, A-Rod.