"Jeter sucks" their shirts proclaimed.

On a summer afternoon about a dozen years ago, I was standing outside Fenway Park in Boston waiting for a friend. We were using the occasion of a Red Sox game to hang out and catch up on each others' lives. As noted many times, I have a lot of identity attached to Boston -- love that dirty water -- and consequently an attachment to the Sox.

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