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Originally Posted by silvam14
Good info. Thanks.
You can hate what the sox have become, but there's no arguing with 3 World Series rings
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You can call me crazy - many do and totally understandable - The story should have ended at coming back from three games down against the Yankees. They beat the Yankees in seven games, then lose a thrilling world series against the Cardinals.
To be a Red Sox fan was to be a Calvinist. It was all about suffering. I suffered. My mom suffered, My brothers suffered. My grandfather suffered. And that was just how it was. And deep down inside I was proud of that. They weren't like any other franchise. They didn't lose, they'd rip your soul out and stomp on it. What other ball club could do that? The Cubs? Please. The Cubs were just a bunch of sackless losers. The Red Sox would make you suffer. And you'd come back every season and beg for more. I did.
But the Red Sox lost something when they won. All their character vanished. They lost their identity, their hats turned pink and they became way over marketed. And the fan base became nauseating.
The last time I was at Fenway was 2005. I sat next to a know-it-all pink hat girl and all I wanted to do was slug her in the mouth. She was insufferable and ruined the game. I told her I had forgotten more about the Red Sox then she'd ever know and to shut her damn mouth. By the 7th inning, she left and my buddy and I gave her a standing ovation, I'd been to Fenway so many times prior to that and never felt that way. Now I'm like a stranger in a strange land.
I can't even watch them on TV anymore because Hollywood Tom has made NESN absolutely unwatchable.
BTW, all that stuff about the wall came off the top of my head. I didn't have to look up
