Supporting a team in the World Series is exhausting. The long innings and late nights takes a toll on you especially when you are not typically a night owl.
In my youth I was a die hard fan. I learned to love baseball from my dad. Now when I say loved baseball, I mean cheering and watching the home team at a live game. Watching baseball on TV is painful, and to listen to the announcers on a static AM station was torture. The extent of my fanhood was frequenting games with my friends and family. We made signs, designed t-shirts baring our favorite player (Fisk) , took the T (public transportation), arrived early to watch batting practice, met players and got autographs. I knew every players name, and cheered until my voice was hoarse.
Over the years my attention to baseball drifted, but my loyalty has always been with the Sox. I miss those days. Happily however, my son has become a Boston fan. He knows every player and their statistics. In turn, I am learning and can name the line up for the Sox again. Sports is a great past time to share with my children. Instead of heading into Fenway to cheer on the players I am watching them on TV with my kids and I even found myself listening to a World Series game on the radio (could I possible turning into my dad?). Now, I know a World Series fan is different then a full-fledged season fan, but it's a start. Maybe this will be the beginning of a rekindled love for the game.
My prediction (and hope) is that the Sox will win in 7 games. I will be watching, cheering and drag myself into school, exhausted, but it's worth it. October baseball is what a true baseball fan lives for.
Go Sox! Boston Strong.