Family Rivalry
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We’re a close family. We’re supportive of each other. We’re a cohesive unit. Except when it comes to baseball. Then we’re a house divided and it gets ugly.
You see, I’m a Red Sox fan and my hubby is a Yankee fan. 
Fortunately, we didn’t talk baseball while we were dating, because who knows how far our relationship would’ve gotten. When our daughters were old enough, we gave them the choice. Sweet Angel chose to be a Red Sox fan and Feisty Girl decided she was a traitor Yankee fan. We were separate, but equal. For a time.
During that time, the Yankees suffered the worst defeat in the history of baseball during the 2004 American League Championship Series. Who beat them? Ah, yes. The glorious Red Sox who went on to win the World Series that year, finally! That year our Christmas card epitomized the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. 
Having an equal number of children kept our rivalry balanced. All that changed though when Super Pooper was born six months ago. Immediately after our friends and family asked, “What did you name her?” they wanted to know “Is she going to be a Red Sox fan or a Yankee fan?”
It got quite contentious! I argued that she was already a Red Sox fan because she’d been to Fenway twice already! (albeit in utero). And! She is named after my paternal grandmother who was a Red Sox fan. (No, her name wasn’t Grandma Pooper.) Not surprisingly though, my hubby and Feisty girl felt differently. So we reached an agreement. Super Pooper will choose which team she wants to align herself with when she is four years old. Ah! The pressure we are putting on this little girl!
We left it at that. Until this weekend. While we decided to wait four years for Super Pooper’s decision, we never said we couldn’t try to influence it! So, when I was at Fenway Park yesterday, I bought Super Pooper her first Red Sox shirt. Today, I put her in it and waited to see how Feisty Girl and my hubby would react. Feisty Girl saw it first.
“Ah!!! Take that off her!!!” 
Nope.
Then my hubby came home from work.
“Take that Red Sox rag off of her!”
Nope.
“The gloves are off then.”
Bring it on.
It’s going to be a long four years!
Shannon Hutton draws on her experience working full-time, part-time and from home with three kids to blog about the universal challenge of achieving work-life balance. She also uses her Master's in Education and professional experience as a School Counselor to address parenting and school issues in her weekly 
I love the Christmas card photo!
I’m not much of a sports nut, whereas my husband is a huge NFL football fan. I have a tendency to cheer for whatever team the Lions are playing just to drive him nuts… He likes baseball too and HATES the Yankees with a passion.
You could always let Pooper be neutral and dress her in, say, Chicago Cubs wear.
(Grandma Pooper? Love it!)
That family picture is one of the funniest I have ever seen.
haha.
GO DODGERS!
This post was hilarious. I’m not a baseball fan, but my husband is. He grew up in St. Louis, so he’s a big Cardinals fans. (And a Diamondbacks fan every once in a while.) However, we watched an HBO special where the Red Sox fans talked about that famous “ball between the legs” with Bucky F***in’ Dent. I love the picture of your husband and daughter - they look so defeated.
Funny Photo your husband and daughter are so bent our of shape. I gotta a chuckle.
Hahahaha! So funny! So what happens if there is an extra addition to your family? Or maybe when you get a dog and put a Sox merchandise on it, will your husband get another dog just so that he can make it a Yankee? Still a long way to go, but what happens when you start having grandchildren? Oooh, the drama! hahaha! Too funny!
I love that Christmas card photo. So funny!
Ah ha! NOW I know why you are planning baby #4!! Knowing you, I’m betting you will make sure the count will forever hold at “3 and 3″!