Umm, guys, you’re supposed to punch the guys in the Red Sox jerseys

If, like everyone, you’ve grown murderously weary in recent years of the so-called “Red Sox Nation” – that growing allegiance of people who once stopped by the Fenway gift shop and now pass themselves off as Sox fans in stadiums across the country – then last night’s Indians-Sox game in Cleveland seemed like the place to be. For starters, there were plenty of alleged Sox fans on hand, including dozens in the bleachers where I sat. Most of them looked to be from Strongsville – or was it Parma? – and as they shouted jubilantly for Tim Wakefield’s knuckleball to knuckle, I detected not a whiff of a Boston accent, with which I am expertly familiar. (I just watched Gone, Baby, Gone last week.) Then again, they were obnoxious little pricks for the most part, so maybe they were real Sox fans after all. ...
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