for those of you who don't know me, i love baseball. from the first pitch of spring training until the last out of the fall classic- i eat, sleep, and breath our national pastime. it is my obsession. given the chance i will wax poetic about either the games or the off-the-field drama for ten straight months. if you're looking for me between april 1st and october 30th, chances are i'm watching a game somewhere. and if its a red sox game i'm not going to abandon it for anything short of sex or money- i'm that serious. the sox are one of the most important things in my life. sure, i've never seen a game at fenway. sure, they've often let me down. sure, they've never loved me back. but i don't care. because i love being a part of something bigger than myself. i love being a fan.
and i'm the worst kind of fan- a Red Sox fan.
what i read:The Soxaholix
The Official Site
Seth Mnookin
The World-Wide Leader
Deadspin
Reality Check
Sully's Tees
Herald's Sports
Dirt Dogs
