In lieu of Hero/Hack, and in honor of the World Series, I'm posting an essay I wrote over the summer about the Boston Red Sox (slightly edited):
I’m not a Yankees fan, but I think I might hate the Boston Red Sox. I didn’t always hate the Boston Red Sox, as neither the teams I usually root for are in rivalries with them (the Phillies and the A’s). I didn’t hate the Red Sox until they won the World Series.
You may say, but Ryan, didn’t the Red Sox and their fans deserve that World Series in 2004? Sure. I sympathize. After all, no major Philadelphia team has won a championship in my lifetime as of this writing. But there is something that happened to Red Sox fans after they won the Series. They became obnoxious.
Before, Red Sox fans were kind of like that friend that is a really great guy, super nice, but always manages to royally screw up any relationship he’s in. Now, they’re like someone who has one accomplishment to their name and manages to bring it up in every conversation he has.
The fans are not entirely to blame, however. I partially hate the Red Sox because I see Red Sox merchandise everywhere. I walk into a Lids in any mall in America and they will have as many Sox hats as they have of the local MLB team. Sox fans used to be like a club that was kind of exclusive. It used to be romantic. Now it’s just pedestrian.
I recently watched two films about the Red Sox phenomena: Fever Pitch, based on the Nick Hornby book of the same name and starring Jimmy Fallon and Drew Barrymore, and Game 6, written by Don DeLillo (a New Yorker) and starring Michael Keaton (Batman).
Game 6 is a drama, and Fever Pitch is a romantic comedy. Released a year apart, they are extremely different films, although both male leads are hopeless Red Sox fan. Michael Keaton’s Nicky Rogan is a writer struggling to balance everything in his life including the opening night of his new play and Game Six of the 1986 World Series. Baseball fans know that the 1986 World Series was especially tragic for Sox fans because it was one of the more spectacular ways to lose, something the Red Sox seem to excel at pre-2004 (both films touch on this phenomenon).
Nicky Rogan ultimately skips opening night of his play to watch the Red Sox. That’s dedication if you ask me. Nicky knows deep in his heart that the Red Sox will lose. It is as certain as the sun rise. Some things just seem doomed for failure. Even though he is urged on to believe, and he does begin to believe, his hopes of a Red Sox victory are ultimately crushed when the ball passes between Bill Buckner’s legs.
Nicky sums up the pre-2004 Red Sox fan when he says, “the Red Sox are always winning, until they lose.” This was the epitome of every Red Sox fan, hoping for the win, expecting the loss. It was romantically tragic.
Fever Pitch may mark the turning point of Sox lore. It’s a good romantic comedy, and Jimmy Fallon isn’t annoying, which is saying a lot on both counts. It’s a charming film. Girl falls for boy who is already in love. With the Red Sox. It has some great moments, and would have been a great film, except that the most unfortunate thing happened while making the movie: the Red Sox won the World Series.
Fever Pitch captures the essence of what it meant to be a Sox fan. Barrymore’s Lindsey Meeks sums it up when she says to Ben, “you're a romantic. You have a lyrical soul. You can love under the best and worst conditions.” This is why being a Sox fan was about romance. It was hopeless, but you held out no matter what, even though they always disappointed you. It makes the Red Sox seem more tragically romantic in end. But winning changes everything.
Suddenly, by the end of the movie, Lindsey and Ben live happily ever after, and the Red Sox win the World Series, something that hadn’t happened since 1918. It just isn’t realistic. The one year the Red Sox win big, and so does he? Only the stuff of fiction. Again, I don’t fault the Farrely brothers, as they couldn’t help the Sox won as they made the movie, but things like that don’t usually happen in real life. For a movie about the most notorious losing team in baseball, it is just too happy.
And so now, almost three years after the Red Sox winning, they are again in the World Series, and their merchandise and their fans are seemingly ubiquitous. The Sox don’t represent anything about our culture anymore. They used to be the ultimate underdog. Now they’re just winners who tease the Luxury Tax. They have become the thing they have despised for so long: the Yankees.
Labels: Movies, Pop Culture, Sports