I have always thought that the only two media types in America who really understood "the Red Sox thing" were Clark Booth and Peter Gammons, and in his sidebar to your World Series coverage (Good To The Very Last Out, Nov. 3) Gammons proved it beyond a doubt. His piece touched every Red Sox nerve in this long-suffering body. Our team may have lost again, but we are the only fans in the country who have raised their rooting beyond sport, elevating I it to the quasi-Calvinistic religious experience cited by Booth.
Be of good cheer, fellow Sox lovers. Unlike true Calvinists, some of us may be rewarded in this life by the ultimate Red Sox victory. But then again, would we be able to handle victory as well as we have handled defeat?
When I left the U.S. in July, the Red Sox were perched atop the American League East. This new success of my favorite team worried me: To whom could I turn, halfway around the world, to understand my sorrow when the inevitable collapse began, or to share my joy if a near miracle did occur? My apprehensions were unwarranted. Even in a tiny, remote village in the tropical jungles of Indonesia, a Sox fan may be found, as this picture of a Balinese woman testifies.
From Beantown to Bali, the burden of being a Bosox fan weighs heavily upon us all.