As someone who doesn't follow sports closely, I still wonder about the mystery of the Red Sox lure on New Englanders. You see, I still grew up watching the Sox with my dad on TV, hearing the games on the radio while we were out in the yard, and learning to hate the Yankees.
New Englanders like to argue. But we can all agree: we hate the Yankees. I am no different. When the Sox are playing the Yankees, I am suddenly interested. It's irresistable. And, I can't help but get a real boost when the Sox win. For those of you who know me as a person who generally avoids spectator sports, this may be a surprise. Hey, I don't understand it, but there is a Red Sox fan inside of me, struggling to get out. It's in the blood.
I was in Cranston last weekend and turned down a wrong street. As I came around the corner I was faced with a huge "Yankees" flag on one of the houses. I remarked to my wife "They must value freedom of speech and diversity here in Rhode Island. I can't imagine you'd get away with that in Mass."
That Dean understands the appeal of being a Sox fan is compelling. Does he feel the pain that runs deep in the faces of the Red Sox nation? Who knows, but he is reasonably convincing. Kerry's response was weak. You don't challenge a guy on his loyalty to the Sox. It's unspoken. Once you've converted, you're due sympathy and commiseration, not accusation. C'mon, Kerry. There's room for more than one Sox fan in the race. And it's pretty low to accuse someone of being a Yankee's fan. He said he was a Sox fan. And, as Sean Connery says in "The Untouchables" (in a different context):
Who would claim to be that, who was not? Hmm?(Bonus - a Red Sox joke from a while back)