Night Owl Cards

It wasn't always so easy to be a Red Sox fan. I know that's hard to believe what with the recent World Series titles and everyone hating on the team for basically succeeding. But growing up in a Red Sox family during the 1970s and 1980s was about as pathetic an existence that you could have as a sports fan. The '90s Buffalo Bills weren't around yet (I'm a fan of the Bills, too, thank you very much), so the portrait of the team that places its fingers on the championship trophy only to have it slip from its grasp as it plunges into the abyss in as painful a way as possible, was the baseball franchise from Boston. I wasn't a Red Sox fan, per se. I was a Red Sox sympathizer. My brother and dad were Red Sox fans while I rooted for the Dodgers. But we were united in our bond of hating all things Yankee. My heart broke for Red Sox fans as I watched Bucky Dent's barely adequate home run inch over the Green Monster in 1978. By 1986, I was in college. My uncle...