Why I love the Red Sox?
I was 8 years old and 1967 happened. It still is the most captivating pennant race I can remember. It brought baseball back to life in New England as the joy of that summer swept over the entire region that had been in the doldrums since for a couple of decades. Two heroes were born-- Yaz and Lonborg. Lonborg's flame went out too fast, but we had Yaz to watch for another 15 or 16 years. That summer set the franchise on an upward trajectory that continues until today. Every overpaid multi-millionaire that passes through the Fenway's home clubhouse should pay homage to that team.
As for Nomar, he was a pure joy to watch play the game with all his energy and quirkiness until the bitch Mia Hamm got hold of him and he turned into a sour puss that had no intention of re-signing with Boston before the ARod fiasco. He screwed himself passing on 4years/$60 million. He must really regret that. As much as some spoiled brats complain about playing in Boston, I think most of those who leave regret leaving. In his heart of hearts, I think Damon misses the place. He's just another player in NY. He doesn't have his trademark long hair or beard, and most of all no legions of fans wearing beards and wigs following him from town to town.