I have to admit, I pretty much flamed out in the mid 90's. I was around for Garciaparra's debut and then just... lost interest. Didn't really have the Internet around to keep me informed so I was left with AP news clips and the occasional radio broadcast and that really didn't do it for me. Dad's a Padres fan and a career bean counter -- far more interested in the sheer numbers and stats of things than he is in MLB baseball. Not exactly the right type to really convey the exciitement of the game.
Other than a handful of radio broadcasts I never really got the feeling back. I watched 2004, celebrated with everyone else, then I drifted away again. I was glad they'd done it, but if you understand, it was because I was glad for the Sox fan I USED to be. They still didn't really have my attention. I think I maybe listened to 3 games from the 2005 season. Amazingly, one of them was the debut of Jonathan Papelbon. The name stuck in my head and without knowing anything else about him and with extremely limited access to team info I still had a hunch we'd be hearing from him.
Really, and I think this explains some of my screwed up priorities sometimes, but it was the 2006 team that actually got me hooked back on the Sox for good. You see, I can't necessarily love a good team that I didn't watch get built. I'm just not wired that way. As we coasted slowly towards disaster that year I actually began to do things I'd never done before. I started looking up names and researching players. I started looking for venues to talk team. As the team died down the stretch I woke up one morning and realized I'd memorized the 25 man roster of a team whose roster was constantly in flux.
It's the oddest thing. I come in in media res in '03, '04, and '05, see teams in action that are already good, and I sort of followed for a few games and then wandered away. I followed the meltdown in '06 and couldn't get enough of that, and ever since seldom miss more than a couple games in a row. For some reason I needed the one bad year to remember why I loved the game. Ehh, humans. They're nice to have around but good luck trying to understand them.
I guess it's because there was no suspense before 2006. The team would win the vast majority of their games, and get into the postseason far more often than not. It was like it was scripted and that made the regular season unimportant. I could start watching in October and let the national pundits tell me what I needed to know (heh!). It took '06 to remind me that the postseason wasn't a God-given birthright: however good a roster is (and the 2006 roster on paper was pretty darn good) things can always go wrong and lots of them will. I needed to see what failure was like again to really appreciate the success, I suppose. Anyway from that point I never really looked back.
In 2007 for the first time in my life I listened to a game on Opening Day. Schilling versus Meche in Kansas city. if I recall it correctly. We lost. Tony Pena Jr. of all people killed us with a triple and a couple great plays in the field. I haven't missed an Opening day since -- not even when I had to wake up at 5 in the morning to catch the broadcast from Tokyo.