Fuck the Boston Red Sox. Fuck your dirty beards. Fuck your scrappy-band-of-sailors persona. Fuck your iconic little ballpark. Fuck the big green wall in your outfield. Fuck the people wearing Red Sox hats, particularly pink ones. Fuck your undeserved underdog attitude. Fuck your celebrity fans. Fuck your regular fans. Fuck your riotous celebrationsSure, I like Boston; it is an adorable pretend city. It is walkable, it has a good transit system, you can eat well there and enjoy museums. There is music and art, of a sort, and of course world quality educational institutions. Some of my favorite people live there, or used to.
But something in me is grateful to Hamilton Nolan.
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