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Subway What?
brooklyn_ryn.jpg (1832 bytes)A column and a poem by Ryn Gargulinski

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I tried jumping on the bandwagon -- I really did. But my efforts to show any meaningful interest in this Subway Series hype proved futile so I simply gave up. Threw up my hands in despair. Even declined to stretch in the seventh inning...

I guess you would call me nonpartisan in this whole Mets/Yankees/Yankees/Mets debates. As a general rule, I preferred the Yankees in the past, donning one of their caps when it rained and it happened to match my outfit. Oh yes, it was also after asking my boyfriend if they had been winning lately so wearing the hat wouldn’t make a laughing stock.

Then I started rooting for the Mets because a longtime friend of mine who once wanted to pitch for them is an avid fan. And so are two of my coworkers; rooting for the Mets made things a lot easier when it came time to ordering lunch. "O, you're a Mets fan, too?" they'd say, and ask if they can get me a sandwich while they were out.

But another coworker of mine -- who was kind enough not to yell at me when I accidentally ate his apple out of the office fridge and no longer gets pears at all because I said I hate them -- is a Yankees fan.

My Michigan e-mail friend likes the Mets. My boyfriend likes the Yankees. My boss likes the Dodgers. I tried one last attempt at Subway Series mania: planning to decorate my desk pumpkin in Yankee regalia in order to combat my coworker's Go Mets-O-Lantern, but she called me a "fake fan." I felt like one of those pseudo-Catholics that show up for church only at Christmas and Easter.

The extent of my total apathy finally "hit home" with my next and final question to her: Who won the World Series last year, anyway?  

BONES

cracking a rib
a snap
hitting a baseball

that perfect pitch
a hitch
slamming a man

slamming a man
in his bones
in the stands

much love,
the Yankees.

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