What Drives Yankee Fans Wild

For some reason, the Missus and I were discussing a commercial we’d (separately) seen for a pinstriped Yankeemobile–some car painted in full New York Yankees regalia for the taste-challenged Bronx Bombers fan in your life.

Mind you, neither the Missus nor I–Sox fan and Mets fan, respectively–can stomach much of anything Yankee-related. But we were truthfully discussing how many of the Yankeemobiles actually get sold. I know hardcore Yankee fans–some I’d even call friends–but nobody I know would ever drive such a thing.

We also discussed the insurance aspect of owning the Yankeemobile. Mind you, we live in the heart of Yankee Country, which becomes abundantly more evident when the Yankees are actually in the midst of a good season. But surely there are Yankee haters around, some who see it as their duty as card-carrying Yankee haters to key up the Yankeemobile parked next to them in the parking lot. And surely there would be times when you drive beyond the greater New York area, and perhaps even toward that crimson country known as Red Sox Nation a few hours to the north east.

In short, we decided that nobody-but-nobody would ever actually be caught dead in such a thing. Caught dead in a Yankee pinstriped coffin, perhaps, but not the Yankeemobile.

But wait. There it was, a pinstriped Jeep Cherokee, interlocking N and Y on the hood, in the Hawthorne station parking lot this morning. It was in a prime I-got-here-early spot, and the driver had backed into the space, freeing up precious seconds this evening when he’s able to simply pop the thing into Drive and, presumably, jet on down to the House That Ruth(less Pursuit of Free Agents) Built. Its grill was grinning greedily over the whole of the parking lot, like Clemens after striking out 15 and beaning three.

My only question is, if you’re already getting the pinstriped Yankee S.U.V., why not just go all out and get the pinstriped Yankee Hummer?