… I didn’t find it so brutally expensive and cultish in Boston. Deep down I’m a fair-weathered (very weathered) fan: I dropped away from basketball after the Larry Bird years (what, there’s going to be a whole team as much fun to watch as those five/six?) And now that Trumpster Brady is way up in the HoF, the horrors of C.T.E. turn me away from football like never before.
But a good ballgame on TV is an eternal draw, I guess. Takes me back to the days when my high school, of all freakin’ things, would broadcast the World Series over the radio during study halls. Felt like it was the one thing every American could agree on. Then, anyway.