Said Derek Jeter, "My heroes, my dreams, and my future lie in Yankee Stadium, and they can't take that from me."
For me, my enemies, my nightmares, and my present life lie just outside my door at Fenway Park. I'm a Yankees fan living in Boston. I'm a steak in the lions' den. A diver in the shark tank. A snake on the plane.
I'm a pinstripe-wearing, Jeter Fathead-owning Yankees fan.
And I will not apologize to my neighbors.
So how does one end up with an address in Back Bay and an allegiance to the Bronx? More importantly, how does one survive? These are the questions I've been addressing for the last 16 months. They are the backbone of my survival each day and the inspiration for this site.
