Musings on a Love Divided/Les rêveries sur un amour se sont divisées
Here's an added title translation for any Japanese fans out there:
愛のMusings は分かれた
So, in my post post-season daze, as I walk the streets of Boston as a lonely Yankee fan being tormented by "Believe" signs everywhere, I began to think about my time with the Expos. I joined on as a fan just a few years ago - late in the 2002 regular season, but my true love since age seven (not my first love because as a 6-year old, I was a band-wagon Cincinnati Reds fan) is the Yankees.
The motivation for becoming an Expos fan was based on the idea of balance. The Yankees are a competitive team whose owner sometimes (often - I will concede -often) spends the big bucks picking up each year's hottest free agent. The Expos don't (didn't) even have an owner. The Yankees have had a post season birth every year since 1995, the Spos have shown glimmers of talent but were basement dwellers during the three seasons of my fandom. The Yankees have the House that Ruth built and the Spos had to split their homestands between two different countries.
I believe for a short while balance was achieved. And I liked the balance; I wanted more Expos, more balance. You can see where this is leading....to a state of unbalance. As my brothers and I started planning stadium tours around the Expos, and we developped emotional connections with Patsy and JC, the Spos began to consume my time and energies. I would check their scores religiously and sometimes before the Yankees' score. Researching for and writing blogs took more time than I would ever spend on Yankees.com. Matthew professed to being late to work because of the Spos. This is not balance!
And this year, as the post season approached, I began to go even more off kilter. I began (as all true obsessed baseball fans do) to find links between the Yankees performance and the Spos. Down the stretch, I feared my joy over a Spos victory would tarnish the Yankees possibility of winning. And during the playoffs, I hid my Spos t-shirt, worn so proudly just a few weeks earlier, deep down in my drawer and tucked my Spos cap under one of my many Yankee caps. My baseball love did not multiply when I allowed the Spos in....it had divided. What kind of a Spos fan was I, hiding all traces of the team, so I could will the Yankees through the playoffs? What kind of a Yankee fan was I when I toured the country not to see them, but to see the Spos?
What kind of a person am I that I spend so much time thinking about this? (Clearly, you readers see why I sought to find more balance in my life.) Well, now that the 2004 season is behind us, and I have re-donned my Expos tuque for the chilly morning walks to work, I realize I am glad this experiment is over. I will always savor my time spent with the Expos, but I know for certain that from now on the Yankees, once again, will get all of my attention - undivided.

