About Steve T.
I was born in New York in 1966. My family had the good sense to be Yankees fans, and my four brothers and I learned early on that there were two natural enemies in the world outside of the House That Ruth Built: the troublesome Boston Red Sox and the lowly, miserable, shameful, stinking, pathetic, dirt bag New York Mets.
We hated the Mets more.
We hated the Mets so much that for one brief post-season we switched our allegiance to the Red Sox, just to keep the Mets and their feeble fans from basking in World Series glory. That was 1986. You know the story. After that, we hated the Red Sox even more. They failed in their mission to prevent the second-class Mets from holding the title that was on loan from the Bronx Bombers. That was unforgivable. Yet there was something about that team…
Five years later, I moved to Boston. I left New York in March right at the start of Spring Training. To this day, I’m not sure how I became a Red Sox fan so fast. By the All-Star break in 1991, I had forsaken the most successful sports franchise of all time, and sided with the enemy.
I think a part of me never stopped rooting for the Sox back in ’86. All that talent--Jim Rice, Wade Boggs, Dwight Evans, Don Baylor, Bruce Hurst, and Roger Clemens--should have been more than enough to win it all.
Of course, I couldn't have chosen a worse time to become a Red Sox fan. Not long after I jumped ship, the Damn Yankees racked up four World Series titles in five years, while my new team remained uncrowned.
But 2004 changed all that and 2007 proved the Sox weren't a one-shot deal. The rivalry continues to grow and change. And while my family has yet to forgive me for crossing enemy lines, the endless Boston/New York debate provides a constant link to my brothers (and my Pinstripe-loving nephew) in New York. We e-mail regularly about who's got the better team, the better GM, the crazier owner, etc. I'm grateful for the argument. It's the trigger that keeps me in touch with my out-of-town relatives. Hey, we're Italian and we're East Coast baseball fans. Yelling is good.
I can be reached at soxblog@gmail.com
We hated the Mets more.
We hated the Mets so much that for one brief post-season we switched our allegiance to the Red Sox, just to keep the Mets and their feeble fans from basking in World Series glory. That was 1986. You know the story. After that, we hated the Red Sox even more. They failed in their mission to prevent the second-class Mets from holding the title that was on loan from the Bronx Bombers. That was unforgivable. Yet there was something about that team…
Five years later, I moved to Boston. I left New York in March right at the start of Spring Training. To this day, I’m not sure how I became a Red Sox fan so fast. By the All-Star break in 1991, I had forsaken the most successful sports franchise of all time, and sided with the enemy.
I think a part of me never stopped rooting for the Sox back in ’86. All that talent--Jim Rice, Wade Boggs, Dwight Evans, Don Baylor, Bruce Hurst, and Roger Clemens--should have been more than enough to win it all.
Of course, I couldn't have chosen a worse time to become a Red Sox fan. Not long after I jumped ship, the Damn Yankees racked up four World Series titles in five years, while my new team remained uncrowned.
But 2004 changed all that and 2007 proved the Sox weren't a one-shot deal. The rivalry continues to grow and change. And while my family has yet to forgive me for crossing enemy lines, the endless Boston/New York debate provides a constant link to my brothers (and my Pinstripe-loving nephew) in New York. We e-mail regularly about who's got the better team, the better GM, the crazier owner, etc. I'm grateful for the argument. It's the trigger that keeps me in touch with my out-of-town relatives. Hey, we're Italian and we're East Coast baseball fans. Yelling is good.
I can be reached at soxblog@gmail.com
Interests
Movies: Grindhouse, Juno, Thank You For Smoking; any Woody Allen.
Music: I grew up on American Top 40 and worked in record stores during my formative years. My iTunes library looks like an explosion in a CD factory. My musical tastes at this point are kindly referred to as eclectic.
TV: Red Sox Baseball, Survivor, The Amazing Race, 24, Boston Legal, Entourage.
Music: I grew up on American Top 40 and worked in record stores during my formative years. My iTunes library looks like an explosion in a CD factory. My musical tastes at this point are kindly referred to as eclectic.
TV: Red Sox Baseball, Survivor, The Amazing Race, 24, Boston Legal, Entourage.
