The Boston Red Sox

I was born in Boston.  So were my parents and their parents. I moved out of Boston when I was 4, but I used to go back frequently when I was a kid to visit.  Never went to Fenway though, but I did ride a swan boat in Boston Commons.  In some ways, I felt bad when the Mets beat the Red Sox in 1986, but mostly I was overjoyed.  I know it was hard on some of my kin, but at that point, I was solidly in Mets Mania.  More on that later.  I'm glad Boston has beaten the curse of the Bambino twice now.  They seem like a good team with spirit and verve.  I felt sad for Buckner when the ball went through his legs.  He's still a good guy.  Even if he had fielded cleanly, they would have tied the game, and the Mets would probably have won anyway.  (Husbandman asked that I include that last bit, since we've always had sympathy for Bill.  And Husbandman liked him when he was a Dodger).  So, Boston's my home town and it's a good place.