I don’t know how this happened. I really don’t. I was raised better, or so I thought. I am a lifelong Yankee fan. Why do I find myself rooting for the enemy? Well, suffice to say, I am a different kind of Yankee fan. I am an enlightened Yankee fan. I am a Yankee fan who has learned that a good rivalry is based on hatred but a great rivalry is based on respect.
I guess this new way of thought began in 2004. There the Yankees were, up 3-0 in the ALCS ready to knock the hated Red Sox out of the playoffs, like they did in 1999 and 2003. It was just another day for a Yankee fan like me. Then, Dave Roberts stole second, Bill Mueller singled through Mariano Rivera’s five hole, and David Ortiz began his legend with an extra inning home run to force a game five. Then the next night came, and more heroics from the man who came to be known as “Big Papi.” And then came Curt Schilling and his bloody sock and the tide could not be stopped.
The entire time this was happening, I didn’t rant or rebel, it’s as if I could see the car accident of a collapse coming and had no power to turn the wheel. I also came to the realization that considering the Red Sox infamous history of brutal losses and collapses, this was the only way the “Curse of the Bambino” could be broken. It was fate and it was fitting.
And while the Red Sox had their fair share of big mouth louts like Curt Schilling and Kevin Millar, it was hard to hate players like Johnny Damon, Jason Varitek, and first year manager Terry Francona, who was an ambassador for Red Sox Nation handling every aspect of his job with tact and dignity. The hated Red Sox beat my Yankees and they deserved to. Sweeping the Cardinals in the 2004 World Series was just an afterthought.
A few years passed and the Yankees continued to age and stumble and I fell in love with a woman who was a Red Sox fan. It was hard to not believe that God had a sense of humor when he put the two of us together. In the meantime, the Red Sox put it together for another World Series title in 2007. The fact that I was still willing to propose to my Red Sox loving girlfriend the ensuing Christmas was just a sign of my newfound respect.
A few more years passed, and I was happy to see the Yankees return to World Series winning form in 2009. Then came the 2011 Red Sox collapse, which you would think a Yankee fan would enjoy, but I didn’t. I felt nothing but empathy for the Red Sox as they descended into a losing funk fueled by chicken and beer. I also felt disgusted when Terry Francona became the scapegoat and was compelled to leave. Terry Francona was an easy guy to like and even easier to respect.
And then the nightmare continued with the hiring of Bobby Valentine. Again, you would think I would take glee in a 2012 campaign that saw the Red Sox have their worst season in almost forty years, but I couldn’t. It was just too sad. That and the fact that Bobby V. acted as someone without an ounce of respect for the team he had the honor to lead and the players in his charge. It was like watching a spoiled rich kid whose parents buy him with a Porsche who then proceeds to wreck it and just walk away unharmed without any sense of the consequences.
So, in this year I can welcome the Red Sox winning it all. First, it would continue to burn at the soul of Bobby V., if he has one, seeing the opportunity he missed out on. Second, I think it would be an amazing tribute to the city of Boston in the aftermath of the tragedy that befell this year’s marathon. I know nothing can take away the pain of the family amd friends who lost loved ones or the many survivors who are learning to live with the physical and emotional damage caused by the bombing, but if a Red Sox championship can bring a little joy than what can I say but, “Go Sawx!” It’s a time like this when sports are a necessary diversion and give us something we can believe in.
In return for my “fandom,” I only ask one favor of Red Sox Nation: be kind. I am fairly sure I am about to watch a Yankee decline that will make the 2012 Red Sox look like a fairy tale. The Yankee heroes of my youth are just getting older, and very quickly leaving the field. And Yankee management is learning the pain of an overblown payroll and underperforming superstars. So, be kind, Red Sox Nation. At least let me leave the room before you begin your chant of “Yankees Suck.” I will already know.