I’ve always loved the Red Sox, but to call myself a fan
would be slightly disrespectful to the many friends and fellow New Englanders
that follow most, if not all of their games. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll watch
every game of the World Series and will only miss some of the play if I get a
better offer form the lady of the house, and even then I’ll only be gone for a
half inning or so. But I feel compelled to admit here and now that I’m a fair
weather fan.
I’ve always been
impressed by those folks who avidly follow the Boston sports teams, and I’m
awed by friends who possess an encyclopedic knowledge of the current team,
former teams and every stat that goes along with them. I can’t claim the same
knowledge. Quite frankly I didn’t even know that the Sox had traded away Wes
Welker. I suppose my interests lay elsewhere. I mean how many of you reading
know the current or original line up of the Moody Blues, or can name any one of
the five drummers that have been or are currently in Pearl Jam? I guess everybody
has their thing,
So, without shame I’ve admittedly jumped on the band wagon
and will be in full attendance tonight. I’ll cheer every time Dustin Pedroia or
Freddy Lynn comes up to the plate, and I’ll feel the emotional toil that comes
with each controversial call that’s made, (I’m still aching from the Jets game.)
I’ll also use the series as an excuse to stay up late, eat poorly and consume
beverages that shouldn’t be consumed on a Wednesday evening. I’ve also used the
series as an excuse to give up shaving. When my boss questions my borderline
homeless look, I’ll simply reply, "I am Red Sox Nation!"
Good luck, boys!
