Jackassalope

Unexpected Nostalgia

I caught the end of the Yankees game today, and it made me realize a couple of things. The first is that I miss NYC. I don’t miss all of Manhattan, only the good parts. It’s easy to forget the nasty humidity, the 30 mph winds, and more reggaetone I could really handle. It’s also easy to forget the 95 degree August days. Those were the ones when you got steamed alive in the subways, and came out smelling like B.O. and piss.

It’s nice to know that most of those memories are overpowered by the good ones. New York City is where I went to my first baseball game. A lot of people like the Yankees because they’re a powerhouse and a safe bet, but Yankee stadium is where I had my first real ball park frank and $9 Bud Light. No matter how much you might dislike the evil empire, it's hard to root against the Yankees in "the house that Ruth built." Of course, Malinda and I picked two of the only spring games to have hour plus rain delays, but we didn’t mind. It was love at first sight anyways, and I wouldn't change it for the world.

NYC is also where my baby was born, and I was introduced to the emasculating effects of being a housewife. Fortunately, we had the Yankee Entertainment Sports network in HD, which allowed me to watch nearly all of their games with Sophia in my lap. At the time there wasn’t anything more relaxing then settling into my recliner with a beer in one hand and the remote in the other, knowing the only thing I had to worry about over the next couple of hours was whether or not Robinson Cano was going to grow into a clutch player. Well, that and making sure Sophia had a dry diaper and a full bottle. I think she might be a Yankee fan without even knowing it.

It’s those unexpected moments of nostalgia that really make me appreciate the past couple of years of my life. It’s easy to complain about money and work stresses, but I always remember how much it was worth it. It’s a good feeling. Like the feeling you get when you realize that the good memories will eventually overpower the bad ones.