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I didn’t feel this way last week. The Yankees jumped out to a quick three game lead and it was over before I could even begin to root against them. The tide has changed.

Call me a bandwagon fan, but let’s reverse this curse tonight!

I have no allegiance to the Red Sox; as a matter of fact I don’t particularly like any of these guys. Martinez is a punk, Francona is just riding Schilling’s coat tails and they all need a hair cut. But the feeling I have this morning is one of hope.

My name is Jonathan and I am a Mets fan.

As a child I marched across the grass at Shea Stadium with a banner that read “My two favorite teams are the Mets and anyone playing the Yankees.” I slept with a cup full of grass and dirt from the Shea outfield on my nightstand. I couldn’t sleep for weeks after the 2000 series.

The past few seasons have been lost ones for me as a fan. Even I didn’t get excited when they were ½ game out at the All-Star break. I knew better. I stopped paying attention. I forgot for a few months that I hate the Yankees.

I woke up last night. Watching A-Rod complain to the ump was beautiful. Watching Jeter pout in the dugout filled my heart with warmth.

The phrase ‘historic collapse’ is something that I look forward to talking about with every Yankee fan I know. As an Islander fan I was destroyed when I could no longer cheer 1940. This could replace that.

If Boston wins tonight I will stop rooting for them and begin rooting for a new curse.

The curse of the Rocket.