Letters to the Editor
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but in a good way
Yes, it's disorienting, but in a good way. The losing thing was definitely overrated. I don't miss it one bit. But it did give us something to talk about at work.
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You Obviously Have the Wrong Friends
I've lived in New England all of my life and I have to say that these past 4 years have been the best times of my life. I grew up watching the Red Sox and going to Fenway with my grandfather, and I never believed in any "curse". In 2003 after the game when Pedro was left on the mound in the 8th, I wasn't fatalistically satisfied with the result, but I proclaimed for all to hear that we had tasted blood, and we liked it. Next year was going to be the one. I even saved every sports section of the paper all season in anticipation. I was proven right and even got married during game 2 of the World Series. Best Year Ever! I never said "It's just not the same as it used to be." I said "Now it's a whole new ballgame." The Red Sox are the best team in baseball and saying that still gives me a warm feeling. We are no longer "New York's bitch". We haven't replaced them as "the rich bullies" either. A-Rod's 10 year 275+ Million deal should prove it right there. I'm eagerly awaiting another World Series birth in 08 and I'm NOT sorry. Glad to hear that you're an Oakland fan. Thanks for the Giambi brothers. They really made baseball better. Oh, basketball's not the same because of garbage like Ron Artest's lunacy, not because we miss The Bird. I think that you're secretly jealous of the fact that Boston teams are the ones to beat this time, either that or you're openly unhappy about being a transplant. Hey, New England's not for the weak. If you can't handle it, go back to Oakland. Prick.
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There Is Hope Yet!
http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=caple/071119
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Weird
I used to be a pro sports fan-but after the baseball owners cancelled the World Series in 1994, I started drifting away. I realized that wrapping myself up in the trials and tribulations of athletes (most of whom I wouldn't want anything to do with in real life) who made millions along with the constant complaining of the billionaire owners who pay them was kind of like being in an abusive relationship. Face it, people-the owners and players just don't care about you. Sure they talk a nice game, but really they just want to fill you up with bad stadium beer and food and take your money any way they can. So why should you care about them? And in the end, what happens on the diamond, court, rink or gridiron really makes no difference in one's everyday life.
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Unhappy Boston sports fans???
... and the evidence for Mr. Almond's witless blather save some passing anecdotes about how unhappy Boston fans are with winning and a reference to one WEEI program and the authority of a professional psycholigizer (that any troubled person would be wise to avoid on the evidence of his present psychologizing)and a couple of authorial assertions absent any context is exactly what???
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Revs
Ironic that Salon posted this article two days after the New England Revolution lost in the final for the third year in a row.
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Wait Till Next Year
My grandmother came over from Latvia and was told that, to be a "real" American, she had to learn English (on top of Russian, Yiddish, and German), give a child an "American" name (my uncle Jack) and have a baseball team. She lived in Boston. QED. To the end of her life, she did her baseball stats in Yiddish.
I am only sorry that she and my mother (also a Red Sox fan) did not live to see 2004's win -- to say nothing of the repeat performance in 2007. I nearly got thrown out of my office building in NYC for wearing a Red Sox cap into it.
Okay, so maybe the Curse of the Bambino has been ended (knock wood). But we know that Bill Buckner can ALWAYS happen, a lesson the Yankees need to learn.
Winning may not be the only thing, but it's a good thing, especially after a long drought. I wish the Cubs good luck -- but NOT playing the Red Sox in the World Series. The world would end in the bottom of the seventh.
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Amen!
"I wish the Cubs good luck -- but NOT playing the Red Sox in the World Series. The world would end in the bottom of the seventh."
That thought consoled me while I was living in Chicago and rooting for the Cubs. I wasn't cheating on the BoSox, I rationalized: it's not like I'd ever be forced to choose in a World Series.
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The greatest story of my life
I grew up in Boston and suffered the childhood of a true Red Sox fan. My father would wait on a cold morning each year when tickets went on sale so that he could take my siblings and me to a few Saturday games throughout the season. They usually lost.
I lived in NYC after college for 8 years and never loved any of their teams. I almost lost touch with the Red Sox until the playoffs of 2004. I watched some games, but it was not until game 4 of the World Series that I had the greatest day of my life. That afternoon, my son was born and that night the Red Sox won. I celebrated alone that night as both my son and wife slept. I cried. I told this story to anyone who would listen and I think it moved some of them.
I moved back to Massachusetts this year and met my new neighbors using this story as an ice breaker. I made many new friends and my son was called the curse breaker. All was right with the world... until the Red Sox started winning again. And did not faulter in September as they usually did... and they won a rather boring World Series... again.
And now my story just does not seem so much fun to tell.