So it’s back to New York City for the Red Sox. For the faithful of Red Sox Nation it is time to start making offerings-small animals, mid-terms.
As for Yankees fans they have now resumed the professional and yet cocky self-assuredness that characterizes them so well. Every time the Sox win, pandemonium seems to break out.
When the Yankees win the campus is considerably quieter.
Red Sox fans love being the scrapper. They love playing the Buster Douglas to New York’s vintage “Iron” Mike Tyson. One day they tell themselves, they will rise above the Yankees, break this lunatic curse and right the universe.
It seems almost as if misery loves company, and there is plenty of it in New England. For some fans, winning the World Series would almost seem to deprive them of a purpose in life. They would no longer have the curse to blame and an excuse for their sometimes rabid behavior.
If the Yankees lose life will go on. George Steinbrenner will blow his top, a few players will be shifted and their already massive payroll will be pumped up some more. It’s a business and the Boss plays his fans like a fiddle.
There is no mystique to the Yankees, rather they are the General Electric of baseball-dependable, sure to be around forever, but without a tremendous amount of intrigue.
They are sure to win again and again and again, it’s just a matter of time.
If the series heads to seven expect tempers to flare and squad cars from town to be on campus. For some, the outcome will be near life and death. Others will merely shrug and accept the outcome. Yankees are in the World Series-yawn.
The intensity of both sides is great. Red Sox-Yankees is one of the truly great rivalries in sports. You simply, it seems, cannot be on the fence about this one. (I’m with Boston, being as my team the Phillies are the all-time losingest team in professional sports.) It doesn’t matter anyway though. The Cubs are going to win it all. The gods are cruel-especially to Boston fans.
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