Just a quick post today, as I was remiss in my duties…you see, Yesterday, I was at Yankee Stadium, watching a rollercoaster of a baseball game, and when, in the bottom of the 9th, my beloved Yankees won, the place went wild. I jumped up and down, yelling like a typical sports fan fool, high-fived the guys around me, hugged my husband, stayed and watched the catcher, who hit the winning, walk-off homer get interviewed.

And I wondered…why does this make me so happy? I had nothing to do with it; it doesn’t change my life in any way, and yet I was beaming all the way home. Some of it is the vicarious thrill: I, who never had any kind of sports talent, love to see that in others. Or maybe it’s a sense of ownership: that’s my team, has been all my life, that sort of things.

Do you ever feel utterly thrilled at something that really doesn’t affect you? Feel a sense of pride in something you really didn’t have a hand in? What was it?

As an apology for my quicky blog, I’ll send two commenters a signed copy of MY ONE AND ONLY, in which the hero is a New York Yankees fan.