For all of you ignoble plebians living in the Superhaven area, your day of reckoning has come. Since you live in such hollow valleys that couldn?t beat out New Britain to be the hometown of the local Double-A baseball team, you latch onto New York teams to salvage some shred of respectability for yourselves. The desperation for relevancy is obvious in this move. Lo, just because you are at one end of the MetroNorth Rail and New York is at the other doesn?t give you any more justification to root for New York teams than someone from Boston who lives at one end of the Accela Express with New York at the other.
You live in Connecticut. You are eternally stuck in the middle. You have no identity. You are perpetually irrelevant.
But for one day a year, all of that changes. No need to latch on to some far away culture as your own. This is New Haven?s day. This is New Haven?s school. This is New Haven?s team. For one day a year, New Haven?s only true source of identity outside of apizza gets to take on Boston in a rivalry that predates even Yankees-Red Sox.
Of course I am talking about
HARVARD V. YALE FOOTBALL
I am willing to wager a chicken dinner on the outcome of tomorrow?s match with the first Superhaven resident with the gall to post his or her acceptance to take on myself and the venerable Crimson. To the victor goes the spoils.