I was in the stands to watch the Cleveland Guardians pull ahead of the Yankees, briefly, in Game 3 of the American League Division Series. I’ve never experienced anything like it.
I am married to a Cleveland baseball extremist.
From the minute Sherrod, my husband, had an email address, every version of it has begun with “damnyankees.” The first time I saw it, I thought that meant he hated northerners. He asked me out anyway.
We began dating in January 2003, when I soon discovered that he only subscribed to cable during the baseball season. I married him anyway.