Schadenfreude

The scene: 11:41 p.m., JI parking lot in Manchester. Just finished wrapping up on the high school desk.

Karma is a funny thing. If you haven't found out by now I am a big yankee fan. I watched almost evrey game and let me tell you I was having a great night on Wednesday. One of the great joys in my life is watching the Red Sox lose.

As a Yankee fan it isn't enough to just win, that gets old. The true fun comes in reveling in the misery of your hated opponent. And boy, did the last two days did I revel. This is how it goes:

The Yankee staff here has the game on when we work. Now if the yankees are winning and the Sox losing, we immediately throw it on to NESN to watch the Sox lose. It is more thrilling watching a train wreck. I thought I was above this, but I must say I am as haughty as they come.

I danced and jumped with glee as Jonathan Papelbon gave up that home run. Pretty haughty. I pumped my fist like Joba Chamberlain and was tempted to take out the cleaing crew with a shelly duncan forearm smash. I went on the Sons of Sam horn message board to see the misery, and enjoyed it like never before. I was tempted to wake up all my red sox fans and see how they were doing.

In short, knowing the red sox fans are sick, angry, and annoyed makes me feel good inside. It's the very worst human attribute. Schadenfreude. Enjoying the misery of others (loose German translation). And I love it.

How bad are we? When the Sox lose, especially crushing losses, we put the TV on to WB Mason extra innings and watch the postgame. I repeat, I watch Red Sox WB Mason extra innings only when they lose. It's bonus when Eck does the show.

I am haughty Yankee fan at his best. When you win all the time, as the Yankees do, true thrills come in watching train wrecks. Yes, the misery of others gives me great joy.

So, as I cleaned up the final touches on the night and danced to my car, I didn't have a care in the world. Yankees 1.5 out. Red Sox fans in panic, crying in there Sam Adams beer as if there dog died. The world couldn't be better.

Then life hits you. I reach in my pocket and look for my car keys ....they are not there. Oh No!

I got that little kick in the gut and remember 5 hours earlier. I never took them out of the car.

I go to my car, I can see them sitting on the passenger seat. It's 11:41 p.m. and I am locked out of my car. No way home, no one to come and get me. I am all alone, no way home, no way out.

Karma is a -----.

I deserve it.