Because rooting for the Yankees is like rooting for Exxon

Learned something about myself last week.

I'm willing to shill my daughters in a heartbeat for tickets to the All Star Game. Baby Ruth is sponsoring a contest for the best video of someone singing Take Me Out To the Ballgame, and grand prize is tix to the game and the opportunity to sing it in front of the entire crowd during the seventh inning stretch. You have to put a Baby Ruth candy bar somewhere in the video, which is kind of nauseating, but what the hell. I've sold my soul for less.

The whole operation took a full afternoon, and about 20 takes. It was pretty fun. And pretty silly.

If we win the contest, an admittedly unlikely event, we are going to stroll onto the field in full Mets regalia, incurring the wrath of 60,000 Yankee fans. It's like being invited to the White House for a dinner, and arriving with a copy of the Koran under your arm.

Twenty years from now, my kids will no doubt be telling their therapists all about it.

Here's one of the goofier takes: