My New York, My New York

They’re all down on my town. When the Mets beat the Astros for the National League pennant, Houston took it—“personally” isn’t quite right; say, “communally.” “To lose to New York is awful,” the papers quoted an Astro fan. “To listen to midgets like Len Dykstra and Wally Backman talk big is maddening. That’s New York. Twerps bragging.”

Conservatives have never liked New York. The UN lives here, so does the New York Times, and Barry wanted to saw the whole thing off and let it float out to sea. And the beat goes on.

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Richard Brookhiser

Historian Richard Brookhiser is a senior editor of National Review and a senior fellow at the National Review Institute.

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They’re all down on my town. When the Mets beat the Astros for the National League pennant, Houston took it—“personally” isn’t quite right; say, “communally.” “To lose to New York is awful,” the papers quoted an Astro fan. “To listen to midgets like Len Dykstra and Wally Backman talk big is maddening. That’s New York. Twerps bragging.”

Conservatives have never liked New York. The UN lives here, so does the New York Times, and Barry wanted to saw the whole thing off and let it float out to sea. And the beat goes on.