I've had enough of young Red Sox fans bemoaning how hard it is to be part of Red Sox Nation. In particular, I'm talking about people my age (31) or younger. These folks are too young to have any real memory of 1978. My first baseball memories are 1979 and the Orioles blowing a three games to one lead over the Pirates in the World Series. But I was six years old and I got over it. A five year old can survive Bucky Dent.
Since 1986, the Red Sox have played in eight postseasons (1986, 1988, 1990, 1995, 1999, 2002, 2003, 2004) and have been regularly competitive over the last twenty years. In the same time frame the Yankees have played in only two more postseasons. Granted, these have been in the last ten years and they've won four championships and played in six World Series, but you get my point. The Orioles have played in only two postseasons during this time.
Yes, the Red Sox had horrible losses in 1986 and 2003, but they also had amazing comebacks in 1986 and 1999. Of course, it isn't as simple as this. Boston fans carry the weight of many generations. Boston fans are fatalistic. Boston fans assume the worst. Boston fans can't just appreciate the beautiful tension of postseason baseball, win or lose, for the gift that it is. Every mention of a big game brings a cry for the heart medicine and a box of Kleenex. What is wrong with these people?
I don't mean to sound harsh. I am fascinated by the Red Sox Nation collective psyche. Honestly, I am. This is not a diatribe against everyone's favorite Red Sox ape. He actually agrees with me on most of my thoughts on this New England phenomenen. I'm quite interested to hear his take on this.
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