Pennant Fever

Maryellen and I have a mixed marriage of sorts. She is from Boston and her whole family are avid Red Sox fans. I am from New York and my whole family are avid Yankees fans. We both seriously have to be a little careful around this subject when we are with the other's family.

Some background on the story to follow: the baby is due September 29th, which means we are entering the zone when the kid could come anytime. And we are going to Connecticut on Saturday for a baby shower for Maryellen.

Now, my father has tickets for the Yankees-Red Sox game at Yankee Stadium on Sunday afternoon, the day after the shower. When I was talking to him on the phone the other day, he suggested that we zip down the turnpike on Sunday (only about an hour and a half drive from CT) and catch the game with him. When I relayed this idea to Maryellen, the following conversation took place:

ME: Well, that is a nice offer, but we couldn't possibly do that.

P: Why not?

ME: If the kid ended up being born at Yankee Stadium, my family would never forgive me.

P: Oh, come on. That's silly.

ME: Well, what if the tables were turned, and the kid was born at Fenway Park? How would you feel about that?

Silence.

She had a point there.

So we decided to skip the game.