Jonathan Carlson of The Tufts Observer details the madness of being a Red Sox fan:
Throughout the past month or so, beginning with a five game thrashing by the rival New York Yankees, Boston has put on a staggering display of ineptitude, inefficiency, and, above all, tremendous misfortune.
At long last, some classic Red Sox baseball. Finally, Red Sox fans will again have something to gripe about at the water coolers. No more of this winning nonsense. Time to get back to basics. Time to get back to calling into radio talk shows to complain about the management, the players, and everything in between. Time to get angry again. It’s been too long.
Why do Boston fans act this way? What possesses them to take on this almost obsessive behavior when it comes to following baseball (not to mention football, basketball, and, to some extent, hockey)? While I have no definitive answer for you, I can certainly offer up a couple of theories that might shed some metaphoric light on the situation.
To begin with, Boston is a relatively small city, so its residents feel compelled to take a proportionally large amount of pride in any and all of its accomplishments.
You could almost say that it’s a kind of inferiority complex. Because the city isn’t as big or as powerful as New York, and because it doesn’t seem to possess the tourist appeal of the west coast cities, it has to be that much better at sports. If it isn’t, its citizens become incredibly agitated. Rather than giving up interest, however, they become even more focused upon every movement their team makes. As a result, the only times that a Boston team can ever escape its fans’ hyperactive attention are those times when the team is actually doing well.
Pain is the driving force behind Boston’s passion. A bleak truth, perhaps, but true nevertheless. Think about it. This region was born out of the Puritanical notion that suffering builds character. It’s no good if everything comes to you gift-wrapped with a pretty bow on top. You need to earn success, and even if you get it, that’s no excuse for acting happy all the time. Happy people become complacent without the fear of failure to drive them forward.
Yeah, it looks like 2004 is washing away pretty quick in Beantown.