“I am a Yankees fan,” a first-grade teacher explains to her class. “Who likes the Yankees?”
Everyone raises a hand except one little girl. “Janie,” the teacher says, surprised. “Why didn’t you raise your hand?”
“I’m not a Yankees fan.”
“Well, if you are not a Yankees fan, then what team do you like?”
“The Red Sox,” Janie answers.
“Why in the world are you a Red Sox fan?”
“Because my mom and dad are Red Sox fans.”
“That’s no reason to be a Red Sox fan,” the teacher replies, annoyed. “You don’t always have to be just like your parents. What if your mom and dad were morons? What would you be then?”
“A Yankees fan.”
This joke has been around for a long time in various versions. This version was recently on rd.com. I generally don’t like to pass on old, stale jokes, but this one gives me the opportunity to say something about Yankees fans.
If they are from New York, I can respect that. But I do not respect any Yankees fan who is not from New York (or doesn’t have another good reason to root for the money-hungry boys). I respect fans who are loyal to their teams, teams that are from the areas where they live, or teams that they have a stake in, like Army or Navy for military men, or like the Baltimore Ravens for a friend of mine who doesn’t live in Baltimore but has a relative who plays for them. But people who root for winners just because they’re winners? Those aren’t fans, they’re just viewers.
I respect fans who are not fair weather fans … fans who stick with their teams through thick and thin. Or even just thin, like my friend who is about the only Arizona Cardinals fan to be found outside Arizona. He’s followed them since they were in St. Louis. And he’s stuck with them. That’s a real fan.
People who root for winners just because they’re winners … forget it. Watch Wheel of Fortune instead.