I have a lot of pet peeves.
I don’t like it when people block intersections.
I don’t like people who stand too close. I value my personal space and am big on people respecting each other’s “hula hoops”.
People who don’t cover their mouths when they cough.
People who rush into an elevator without waiting for people to exit the elevator. I may have picked up that pet peeve from Bryon.
People who refuse to apologize when they are clearly in the wrong. There are bonus pet peeve points if that person says something to the affect of “I am sorry that there was a misunderstanding” instead of saying they were sorry for what they did or “I am sorry you feel that way” because you may as well say “I am sorry you are mad”.
But the thing is probably my biggest pet peeve is the double standard. You know, people who have one set of rules for themselves and another set for others.
I was thinking about a situation that illustrated this concept. It consists of something that can be quite controversial- the Boston Red Sox and New York Yankees Rivalry.
I am from New England. I was born in Boston, lived in the suburbs until I started high school (though outside the 128 loop) and I lived in Maine from the ages of 15 to 30. So I am unapologetically a Boston sports fan. Because I am from there. Duh.
Now I live in New York. I am still a Boston sports fan because I am from there. But the majority of my friends here root for the New York Yankees. Some of the people I love the most root for the team I like the least. Because they are from here. Duh.
My Facebook newsfeed is pretty interesting when the teams play each other. It’s actually pretty awesome.
Usually we joke back in forth, all in good jest. It’s great. Because the Red Sox-Yankees rivalry makes baseball fun. We love to hate each others teams and I am sure there are no other teams we would rather hate than whatever team is opposite of you in this rivalry. And I am sorry to all the other sports fans who don’t have the privilege to experience this rivalry.
But I have met people that could not handle the jest. I would barely say anything and then get an earful about how horrible Red Sox fans are and how polite and courteous Yankees fans are. While I have witnessed firsthand a Yankees fan getting heckled in Fenway (ironically we were playing the Baltimore Orioles that night) I was told that this would never happen at Yankee Stadium.
I am sorry at what I am about to say. Actually I am not sorry. I don’t care what team you root for or for what sport, every team has asshole fans. I don’t believe for one second that I could go to Yankee Stadium wearing a Red Sox shirt and not get heckled. I would expect it. And as long as no one gets hurt, who really cares?
But the thing that was particularly frustrating was that if I even mentioned my team, I would get barraged with comments about how horrible my team and it’s fan are. But I would get shut down when I tried to defend myself. Personally it got very tiring being around this person. So I just dealt with it because I had nothing to prove and didn’t need to waste my energy.
Bryon was a Red Sox fan but while he had his teams that he loved, he was still able to look at all sports objectively. Bryon was the first one to tell me if I was being oversensitive. I was a homesick New England girl after all. But in this situation, he pointed out that while this person was busy calling me a rude fan that that person was really displaying the behavior of a rude fan. He also thought this person was insecure and would try to bully me on other occasions but that is another story for another time.
Why did I go through a long drawn out story that I am pretty sure is going to get me defriended on Facebook by a few people this morning? Or at the very least, the recipient of a few rude comments? Because it this story is a good illustration of the double standard. One rule applied to me, the Red Sox fan and another rule applied to this person, a Yankees fan. At the time, it was incredibly frustrating and annoying but now I think it’s just silly.
After losing Bryon, there are more important things to worry about. On Facebook I had several friends at the Yankees game the other night. And I liked seeing those photos because I love seeing people out enjoying life and that is a beautiful thing. Because life is too short. Be passionate about your team. Just don’t be too much of a dick about it. (To my readers who never knew Bryon personally, “Don’t be a dick” was his catchphrase).
This story also reminds me of a Saturday Night Live skit from 1992 where Stuart Smalley says that when you point a finger, you have three pointing back at you and a thumb pointing up at God or something. It inspired me to find a video of it which you can find here.
But double standards can be real problems in relationships.
Like the friend who takes another for granted. It’s a problem when Bob never makes time for Bill but then expects Bill to drop everything when Bob wants Bill to tag along.
It’s also a problem in families where one child and one set of grandchildren is favored over the other. I could write more about this but then I would be sitting here for hours. That might be for another time. Or maybe I will keep it in my personal journal.
And while I do ascribed to the theory that fair is not always equal, there should not be a clear discrepancy of treatment between two individuals. And if you find yourself in that predicament with the shorter straw, just remember that there are no laws stating who you have to keep in your life.
And while playoff tensions may be high, don’t give up on your friend who may root for another team, whichever team that is. Just grab a beer and enjoy the game. Because that is what Bryon would do.