Sports “fans” drive me insane. Most of them anyways, especially the people who are like “oh, I’m from (insert city/state here), so I automatically like (insert sports team of city/state). No, you love a team because of the way they play the game, you love their love of the game, not because you’re from that city. I’ve never been to Boston, yet, I love the Red Sox with everything in me.
“The Sox, one feels were ever touched with tragedy. But, lord, have they ever played in a beautiful ballpark. … The beauty that is Fenway is something to behold. Go out on a bright, warm day in early summer, or a clear, crisp day in early fall, and you’ll see a sight you’ll never forget. The greenest green in creation sparkling beneath a perfect blue sky. ‘How God meant baseball to be played,’ John Pesky said to me once upon a time.”—John Anderson, Boston Magazine (via soxaholicsanonymous)
“Baseball is a game where a curve is an optical illusion, a screwball can be a pitch or a person, stealing is legal and you can spit anywhere you like except in the umpire’s eye or on the ball.”—Jim Murray (via samalamacchia)