I don't mean this to be one of those angry-but-secretly-jealous or hey-things-sure-have-changed posts. I really and suddenly do hate the Red Sox. Wait, why did I like them in the first place? I started following baseball in 1997. That meant seeing Nomar Garciaparra, a hotshot Red Sox rookie, in the paper a lot that season. For a shortstop, that kid could hit. Coincidentally, from watching games and statistics, I decided that my favorite and the best young pitcher in baseball was a Montreal Expo named Pedro Martinez, who joined the Red Sox the next year. Martinez's 1999 season was the stuff of legend, and Garciaparra was shaping up as one of the best players ever at his position. (What an arm on both of those guys.) They made a fantastic pair to watch. And the team's biggest rival was the New York Yankees, a team I'd already grown to hate. The Yankees had insufferable fans and had spoiled the World Series appaerance of Tony Gwynn in '98. Plus the Red Sox were in ...
Down, but not yet out!