Yankee. I was born and raised in New England. My mom was, too, and a few generations of her family before her as well. My dad is from Ohio, and his people were pioneer types, moving west, then back to Ohio.
Once I moved to New York at 21, I didn't give another thought to myself as a New Englander. After a few years, I was proud to claim myself as a New Yorker. I love the hustle and pace of New York, and I love the Hudson River like it's one of my relatives, one that I really admire.
While I lived in New Mexico, I learned that many people in the western reaches of the country think of New England, New York, all of it as "back east". The little differences of what makes one a Yankee (only New Englanders? Only Northeasterners? Is it a trail of ancestry in the area? Is it living above the Mason-Dixon line?) don't matter much.
In my year and two months back in Connecticut, I'm more aware of the pride of New Englanders in their status as such. I still think of myself as a New Yorker, but I know that no matter where I live, I'll always be a Yankee.
And yes, Aaron, a Yankees fan.