Red Sox

How Hating the Yankees Brought Humanity Together

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What do 40,000 Red Sox fans at Fenway have in common? Hint: It’s not religion, politics, or favorite ice cream flavor—it’s a shared loathing of the Yankees. Unity, thy name is rivalry.

I grew up near Boston. I became a Boston Red Sox fan the moment I was born. And, the first lesson I learned was to hate the dreaded Yankees. The Red Sox have been good at breaking my heart,overmany seasons. When they play the Yankees, however, it doesn’t matter what there record is as long as they can beat the Yankees I’ve been to Fenway Park many times. It causes me to think how 40,000 people agree on one thing ,we don’t like the Yankees. Among the 40,000 in the ballpark are people of every race, gender, ethnicity, religious background, believers, and non-believers, and we all get along. You would think world leader could take a tip from sports fans. No matter where people are they have a favorite team. And they root for that team year in and year out. They will celebrate victories together, and they will suffer together when their teams are not doing well. It proves that at some deep level we don’t care about the superficial aspects that we often use to separate us. We see beyond superficiality and move to something deeper. That’s a good life’s lesson. Hope your team does well today as long as they’re not playing the Red Sox lol.

Three Engaging (and Slightly Snarky) Questions:

  1. Is mutual hatred of the Yankees the last true force uniting Americans?
  2. Have sports fans figured out world peace and just forgotten to tell the politicians?
  3. If you had to pick a team to end a family feud, who would it be (and why is it never the Yankees)?

Hope, Heartbreak, and Pretzels: A Red Sox Fan’s Guide to Seasonal Suffering

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Being a Red Sox fan is like ordering a sundae and getting smacked with the spoon. Just when you think it’s safe to believe, the Yankees load the bases and your pretzel bag becomes your emotional support animal.

I enjoy following my favorite teams. Most people I know have teams. They get excited when they win, feel depressed when they lose. We quickly put the loss behind us and look forward with hope to their next game. It can be a crazy ride. It’s now baseball season in US and my team is the Boston Red Sox. This is the team that loves to break my heart each year. Here’s how a phone conversation went that I had with a friend who is also a Red Sox fan.

Ray. “I think the Sox are going to make the playoffs.”

Tim: “You gotta believe, Ray. They’ve got the pitching, hitting, and they that new third base player.”

Ray: “Are you watching the game?

Tim: “Yah, They’re leading 6 to 0 and it’s the 7th inning. WE got this. The Yankees are going down.”.

Ray: “You know how it is in baseball, Tim. It’s never over until it’sl over. The Yankees have the base loaded.”

Tim: “No problem, we’re bringing in our best reliever to face their slugger.”

Ray: “Why did he throw a fast ball on his first pitch. He hit a grand slam homer. It’s 6 to 4.”

Tim: “We got out of the inning, we’re still ahead. We got this.”

Ray: “I’m eating more pretzels than normal. I hate the Yankees. I don’t want to see them win.”

Tim: “It’s the 9th inning. There are two outs and two on and two strike on James. He’s their worst hitter. Oh, oh. “

Ray: “Oh oh is right.We’re losing 7 to 6. Excuse while I hunt for another bag of pretzels.”

Tim: “This was a tough loss.”

Ray: “You know it. We’ll get them tomorrow. Johnson is pitching. I’m going to the market. I need more pretzels.

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