Why a Red Sox Fan Would Root for Kansas City
by Mr. Sheehy
The Royals just defeated the Mets in the World Series, and as a native New Englander and lifelong Red Sox fan, I had no dog in the fight. Sure, the Mets beat the Sox in the ’86 Series, but with the three subsequent Red Sox’s Series wins, any sense of rivalry has dissipated.
Yet even without rivalry, I did care who won. It had to be the Royals. And it was.
I was listening to the game on the radio (my preferred method of digesting baseball—who can beat the deliciousness of crowd noise as communicated through the AM bandwidth?), carrying it around the house. As the Royals scored the tying run on a fielder’s choice in the top of the 9th inning, with my wife and children long since gone to bed, I somehow refrained from cheering out loud.
How did this happen? How did I end up caring about a team I have no real connection to?
From my essay at The Curator. Read the rest over there!