Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — “Man, it doesn’t matter what sport it is, it’s always fun to beat Boston.”
I laughed good and hard when my brother-in-law made that comment about 10 years ago. Laughed, because I fully understood.
My two favorite sports teams are the New York Rangers and Yankees. The same goes for my brother-in-law. We HATE the Bruins and the Red Sox. He’s also a Giants fan. Neither one of us care much for basketball, but we’ll cheer for the Knicks any day over the Celtics. To put it bluntly, when it comes to sports, we hate Boston.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t have respect for Boston. When the Red Sox — ugh — became the first team in Major League Baseball history to come back from a 3-0 series deficit to beat the Yankees 4-3, I had to tip my cap to them. They went on to win their first World Series in 86 years and, again, I had to salute them. They broke their jinx by winning in the most improbable way.
My heart has been going out to Boston since Monday afternoon. The images of bombs going off at the end of the Boston Marathon remain fresh in everyone’s minds. At the same time, I knew, like New York City in 2001, the citizens of Boston would endure.
The images in the following days were very telling of what I’d expect from Boston and beyond.
Emergency personnel immediately rushing to the scene. Looks of shock, horror and concern from spectators and athletes.
Acts of unity from across the country. Even the Yankees put aside their differences, playing Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline” — a staple at Red Sox games — between innings, the fans at Yankee Stadium singing along. A special logo featuring the Yankees and Red Sox within a ribbon was created.