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...ever such a gaud took material form, then that gaud is a new Red Sox baseball cap. Yes, standing well with one’s friends is pleasant; yes, there is a satisfying sense of community wherever a television is tuned to a Red Sox game. But is membership in that herd really pleasant enough to make us forsake life-long (and in many instances, generations-long) allegiances to other (and in many instances, better) baseball teams? College should be about acquiring new allegiances, and also about examining old ones. It should never be about cheering for the Sox...
...mini television and feverishly praying for a Yankee loss that never came. (I was also praying my housemaster didn’t catch me with a television and give me lines. Or, even worse, confiscate the TV.) This year, though, I was lucky enough to be a Red Sox fan in Boston in the midst one of the most dramatic postseasons in history...
...didn’t shave. I went to watch a play for class—yes, a play on the most important sporting night of the year!—so that I would arrive three innings into the game, just as I had on Wednesday when the Sox pulled out Game Six. I headed to my friends’ room downstairs in the entryway, where I had enjoyed my happiest times in four years at Harvard, watching every important win thus far—and then, well, then I got cocky...
...four-nothing, after all. Sure I could run upstairs and grab my Red Sox cap. (Well, the free cap with a pair of red socks on it that you get when signing up for a Mastercard at Fenway, but you know what I mean.) You see, my teams never win when I wear the apparel. But Thursday was different; I could feel it. Roger Clemens was down and out; Pedro Martinez was looking strong. Like every other baseball-crazed resident of the Bay State, I was whooping “Cowboy Up” (without really knowing what it meant...
...began to fall apart. Hat on; Veritek strikeout; Damon double-play; inning over. And, as we all know, it just got worse from there. Like so many fans, I had dared to dream that the normal order of things could be reversed: that the Yankees could lose to the Sox, and that the curse finally didn’t apply. My curse, that...