So, uh. Baseball.
I have an odd relationship with baseball. It's not exactly love-hate, more like love-ignore.

By way of explanation, let me say this: I grew up (and to a certain extent still am) a Boston Red Sox fan. My father takes this fandom to a near-mania (he and my mother apparently nearly got divorced over it when I was very young). I enjoy baseball, and will jump at the chance to attend pretty much any Red Sox game.

I WANT to call myself a fan, but I'm not sure that I can after this last weekend. As mentioned in the previous post, I was in Boston for an anime convention last weekend. You would think that that alone would alleviate my guilt for having missed a series, especially when there are so many baseball games in a season. This weekend was different though.

This weekend, the Yankees were in town.

If you're not from New England, it's had to understand how deep the rivalry between Sox fans and Yankees fans goes. I know that seems a bit cliché, but it's true. I've seen friendships strained almost to the point of blows over this rivalry, as dumb as it seems. Three years ago, when the Red Sox beat the Yankees in the 2004 ALCS, the wave of euphoria that swept over the region was so immense that winning the World Series and snapping an 86-year championship drought was almost anticlimactic.

This weekend, though, I just couldn't bring myself to be interested enough to watch. I kept a loose eye on the series, but even when it became clear that Boston had a good chance of sweeping the series, I just couldn't really go out of my way to watch the games. I kept track through SportsCenter clips, and vicariously though conversations with fellow T passengers on Green Line, but that was it.

Does it make me less of a fan? I guess so, but I've got so much else to do that sitting in front of a TV these days feels wrong, even on a weekend. I'm not exactly the most active guy on the planet, but if it weren't for my DVR I doubt I'd watch TV at all.

Anyhow, I guess the point of all this is...

Well, there is no point. Really, if you've read this far, I'm sure you've probably figured that out by now.

Go Sox, I guess.

So, uh. Baseball.
I have an odd relationship with baseball. It's not exactly love-hate, more like love-ignore.

By way of explanation, let me say this: I grew up (and to a certain extent still am) a Boston Red Sox fan. My father takes this fandom to a near-mania (he and my mother apparently nearly got divorced over it when I was very young). I enjoy baseball, and will jump at the chance to attend pretty much any Red Sox game.

I WANT to call myself a fan, but I'm not sure that I can after this last weekend. As mentioned in the previous post, I was in Boston for an anime convention last weekend. You would think that that alone would alleviate my guilt for having missed a series, especially when there are so many baseball games in a season. This weekend was different though.

This weekend, the Yankees were in town.

If you're not from New England, it's had to understand how deep the rivalry between Sox fans and Yankees fans goes. I know that seems a bit cliché, but it's true. I've seen friendships strained almost to the point of blows over this rivalry, as dumb as it seems. Three years ago, when the Red Sox beat the Yankees in the 2004 ALCS, the wave of euphoria that swept over the region was so immense that winning the World Series and snapping an 86-year championship drought was almost anticlimactic.

This weekend, though, I just couldn't bring myself to be interested enough to watch. I kept a loose eye on the series, but even when it became clear that Boston had a good chance of sweeping the series, I just couldn't really go out of my way to watch the games. I kept track through SportsCenter clips, and vicariously though conversations with fellow T passengers on Green Line, but that was it.

Does it make me less of a fan? I guess so, but I've got so much else to do that sitting in front of a TV these days feels wrong, even on a weekend. I'm not exactly the most active guy on the planet, but if it weren't for my DVR I doubt I'd watch TV at all.

Anyhow, I guess the point of all this is...

Well, there is no point. Really, if you've read this far, I'm sure you've probably figured that out by now.

Go Sox, I guess.