I was told to post this from r/yankees, but I am not quite sure this is the right audience.......

When we make the World Series next, I don't want to share it with the rest of the world. I don't want your back slaps, your words of congratulation, and most of all, I don't want to hear you say "I was rooting for the Yankees, man," because you're not.

We don't need to hear about dynasties, about 27 rings, and we don't want outsiders to constantly reference a certain third baseman who was the greatest of all time. The rest of the baseball world is obsessed with him, but we aren't. We have a new right fielder, a brand new catcher, and a better understanding of the Yankees. It's clear to us, the rest of you will just never understand.

We are obsessed with once again making the World Series. It's been almost more than seven years for our fan base to even get that far. We dream of watching those games with our father, or our brothers, while trying to hold ourselves together thinking about the family members who introduced us to this awesome experience.

With each passing month, the pain gets deeper and deeper, as our parents reach middle age, and our grandparents consider moving to Florida. This isn't a game once you reach that point. It's a memory we make, that will probably happen again. And that excites us. A lot.

So if you won't stop making jokes about the team now, or laughing about its mediocrity, please understand that when we do win for a 28th time, I won't share the moment with you. I won't be angry or treat you like you've treated us. I'll just ignore you. It's not something you will ever properly experience, and I don't want you to know how it feels. Ever. It won't change the fact that I can give grandpa a high five and see the happiness in his eyes. But that will all be part of the emotion of that moment, my moment, our moment.

We are not kindred spirits with the team in San Francisco, we didn't share in the multiple wins by St. Louis, and most of all, we would never trade our experiences with those loser Mets fans. As awesome as it is, duh… I love being a Yankees fan.

I don't know if it will happen this year, or next year, or even the year after that. I know it didn't happen this year, and last October, that thought brings me to tears. In 2009, though, I learned a lot about being a Yankees fan from, and in those 30 minutes after Game 6, in the heights of joy, I learned something new about myself. For that, thank you New York Yankees, because the true character of a person announces itself in times of joy.

If you're not a Yankees fan, you don't understand, and I don't want you to. When it does happen, don't talk to me, don't mock me, and certainly don't try to cheer with me. Don't offer words of encouragement. Because, right now, everyone is shitposting and joking about our bullpen. That hurts.

Until then, though, enjoy your jokes and your shitposts and your trite references that only r/baseball assholes find funny. The fire is brewing inside, and when it happens, I won't waste an ounce of energy on you.

Instead, I'll share those moments with the people that mean the most to me.