At about high noon, I peace out from work and hit the road to Orange County for a couple of nights. It will be a much deserved getaway after working my butt off in school, moving, and at work. I'll get to spend some time with my friend Holley while we catch the Yankees play the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim...of California of the Western United States of the Northern Hemisphere of planet Earth.
For those that don't know, I am a Yankees fan. Yep. I am indeed. It'd be hard to figure out since I only blog about the Padres...a team I have season tickets for but my heart truly belongs to the Bronx bombers. Living in San Diego, 3,000 miles away from the Yankees, people are surprised to learn that I'm a Yankees fan and the first thing they ask is if I'm from New York. Nope. See, it all started in 1998 when I was a wee lass of 10 years old and my favorite team, the San Diego Padres had made it to the World Series. Finally! Well, we got our butts kicked by this marvelous team from the big city, New York! I was hooked. A team that could sweep the best I knew (hey, gimme a break...I was 10) was A-OK in my book. I jumped on the bandwagon and have been riding it ever since, 15 years strong! Check out this '98 Yankees team. How can you NOT love them?!!
I'll pull for the Yankees over the stupid Angels any day of the week! Have fun!!!
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