Night Owl Cards

Whenever anyone screams about the media's love affair with Boston vs. New York, I nod in acknowledgement. I agree. It's true. It's all true. But I don't feel their angst. I like Boston. I've enjoyed my visits there. My brother used to live there. I have family from there. My family has an allegiance to a sports team from there that goes all the way back to before World War II. So, no, when Boston vs. New York pops up on the TV again, I don't foam at the mouth. It gets a little tired, but before I know it, I'm rooting for the Red Sox to give those Yankees exactly what they deserve. It will always be that way. The Red Sox will have a place in my heart. The Yankees (and to a lesser extent, the Mets) never will. For me to experience what everyone else outside of Boston and New York is experiencing when the media fawns all over those two markets, I have to go to football. Back when I really followed football, there were a select few teams that must b...