Pride vs. Nookie

So I was going to write a kind of heartwarming feel-good blog tonight about how comfortable I am at the moment, and how things kind of feel right down here in the hovel. I was going to discuss the blend of music (Explosions in the Sky), clothing (a flannel shirt I've owned since the 7th grade), and the warm light from the standing lamp in my bedroom all make the experience of sitting around and reading a book so enjoyable.

But here's the thing: that's about all I had to say about that. Yes, it's been a good evening. Yes, it's been a refreshing relaxing night at home after the madness of the last ten days or so, but then I remembered that I had a post that I had pledged friends that I'd write. So here goes.

Okay, as you probably know, I live in San Francisco. As you also probably know, a week ago our hometown baseball team won the World Series, and proud we are of all of them. You may or may not know that myself, being a man of fine taste and wonderful breeding, am a die-hard fan of the Oakland Athletics, as is my friend Iain, the young man around whom this crux is based.

Now, last Monday, Iain, myself, and our pal Deth (who is a Padres fan for the record) were all together to watch what proved to be the final game of the World Series. Some of you may have heard that the city of San Francisco went borderline batshit crazy for about two or three days when this happened. We met up with one of our more die-hard Giants fan friends, and the four of us ambled our way down to the Lower Haight to soak in some of the revelry. On our walk, as men of a certain age are wont to do, we were speculating on the ease with which a properly motivated young man might ingratiate himself with a willing young lady who was caught up in the excitement, the electricity in the air, and the vast quantities of alcohol that were being consumed. However, at this moment, my friend Iain dropped what the rest of us considered to be a very bold statement: he claimed that he couldn't consider "lending his services" to any female Giants fans based on the fact that they are Giants fans. Myself, being the only other non-committed male of the quartet said that the word female, not Giants fan was the operative part of this phrase, but he was adamant that no woman who claimed allegiance to the orange & black would be allowed to hop on the express bus to Bang City.

This is a very curious statement. I realize that my allegiances are swayed by the fact that I harbor no real ill will towards the Giants. No, they're not "my team", but I certainly wouldn't pass up the opportunity for nookie strictly because a girl likes them. Yes, I had to think twice when I met a girl who thought that Brian Wilson was sexy. I'm sorry, but anyone who thinks that this yutz is dreamy is not someone I would want to climb into bed with. I understand in some heated rivalries that people feel that way, but for teams in opposite leagues who seldom play each other, I don't understand the hostility and, frankly, the disinterest in cozying up with someone, just because they happen to like a team that you don't.

Your thoughts?