Fair Weather Fans
So i was sitting at work doing my morning routine; bagel, pepsi (yea i know, im slowly killing myself by relying on Pepsi to get me motivated) and reading the Globe and the Herald. And when i say reading the Globe and the Herald, i obviously mean reading the sports pages, and MAYBE the front page. So especially today, i read the front page, and it was a sports article by Tony Massarotti, and it was amazing, and dead on. He wrote about what every TRUE Sox fan thinks now. And i want everyone to read this article, because you will def have a better understand of me and all other Die Hard Sox fans.
"Hey fake fans: Make like Damon and leave
By Tony Massarotti
Boston Herald Baseball Columnist and General Sports Columnist
Friday, June 2, 2006 - Updated: 03:53 AM EST
They show up like every day is Christmas, and you know what that means: You just lost your seat at church. You have shown up week after week, year after year, and now you have to stand behind the last pew because of some lady with an obnoxious pink hat.
The Red Sox are trendier than a Louis Vuitton handbag these days, more than three years removed from their last baseball-free October. The championship season of 2004 extinguished years of agony and decades of self-doubt, and it rewarded long-suffering loyalists who knew what it meant to hurt. Unfortunately, it also gave birth to an entirely new generation of wannabes, a nouveau riche that shows up at Fenway Park and acts like Paris Hilton.
The rest of us? We are starting to get a little tired of it all. The Red Sox will open a three-game series in Detroit tonight against the rejuvenated Tigers, and there are certain to be Red Sox socialites in the seats at Comerica Park. Most Sox newbies couldn’t distinguish between a baseball and a coconut, but they flaunt their allegiance to the Olde Towne Team like a pair of cheesy sunglasses.
Look at me. I’m a member of Red Sox Nation.
Before anyone interprets this as an indictment solely of women, let’s make something clear: The men are just as bad. There was a minority of New England males who knew nothing about the Sox before the ’04 run, but at least they knew to keep their mouths shut. Now the newbies feel compelled to speak because the Sox are hotter than the iPod, so they tell you how great it is that Kevin Youkilis is Greek.
It’s funny, isn’t it? Before the Sox won, before they shed 86 years of wretched and leaden history, the masochists told us the opposite would happen. They told us that a Red Sox victory would kill the local spirit, that the Sox were proof it was all in the chase. We would all wake up the day after the parade, they assured us, and there would be a canyonesque void in our pointless and pathetic lives.
There would be nothing to look forward to.
And there would be nothing to complain about.
Now the opposite has happened and we can only wonder: Which is worse? Before this phenomenon, before the Red Sox became an international fad, we were enjoying ourselves just fine. October 2004 was one hell of a party, one we would never trade for the world. And it was fun right up until Opening Day last year, when the frauds refused to go home.
And so now, somewhat sadly, the Red Sox have gone global. They do not belong to just us anymore. You can bet that the weekend flights to Detroit were filled with newbies, some wearing Sox hats decorated with sequins. They board airplanes like they own them and they cause quite a stir, and you wonder where they were when Butch Hobson piloted the plane.
Of course, many of them were in middle school. Red Sox Youth is now a privileged lot that sits behind home plate and talks on cell phones, and you cannot help but wonder if any of them ever played the game at all. And when you ask them if they did, they proudly show their blisters from the PlayStation hand control.
On the field? Thankfully, those games have not changed. The Red Sox win some and lose some, though they succeed more than they fail. They still stir the passion in most of us and they still fill the summer, and they leave us wanting for more. And while the newbies prance around and act like they’ve never been there, the rest of us do the only thing we can.
We wait to get our seats back."
How great is that article, i love the part that says "so they tell you how great it is that Kevin Youkilis is Greek." Thats awesome. This article is about all those people who just show up when they are winning, unlike the Die Hard fans that sit in rain to catch a double header Paw Sox game!! :)
Keep On Rocking In The Free World!
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