Because We’re Yankee Fans, That’s Why!

One of my favorite nephews (yes I have favorites) recently received a gift from his grandparents who had just returned from a trip to New England. This particular gift was a hat with nothing but a large letter “B” on the front. This gift was obviously not from my parents, because they know better, but his maternal grandparents who apparently don’t.  The gift exchange went something like this.

Grandma: “Kaden, we brought you back something.” (Said while pulling out aforementioned hat.)

Kaden: “What does the “B” stand for?

G: “Boston.”

K: “Boston Red Sox?! Yuck!” (Said while slamming hat to the ground.) “We’re Yankee fans!”

Kaden is only 7 years old, and in my opinion a boy genius . This only further proves my point. He is even in an accelerated math class. And math is hard!

A Little Friendly Neighborhood Vandalism

You may not know this about me but I love baseball. Not necessarily playing it, but rooting for the NY Yankees. Being a supporter of the Yankees has its consequences. For instance you are automatically loved or hated right away. No questions asked. The hatred is exponentially increased by Red Sox fans. This is not to say that Red Sox fans and Yankee fans can’t be friends. One of my favorite people in the world lives in Boston. And we get along splendidly.

I happen to have a couple of neighbors that also root for the wrong team. They have both even gone so far as to name their dogs after Fenway Park and David Ortiz. Disgusting, I know! So I thought it would be fun to play a small practical joke on one of them and added a little something to their car window.
A few days later as I was headed to work I found my car had been “decorated” sometime during the evening.
Any ideas on what I can do next?