Witness a Red Sox fan, satisfied after a late-inning win from his favorite team, tuning in to listen to the Yankees and Rangers.
He sits in his couch, happy, he thinks, that the hated Yankees are losing badly to the usually inept Rangers. Little does he know, he is about to embark on a trek around the bases of… the Twilight Zone.
Because the Yankees begin to rally, and this Red Sox fan thinks, "If they pull out the win, the Sox will be 2.5 games up in the Wild Card." The thoughts of such a lead begin to grow, as each improbable Yankee hit brings the score closer.
The fan finds himself more and more drawn into rooting for players he has heretofore detested, with names like Matsui, Cano and Swisher. The Yankees draw closer. 10-7, 10-8, now 10-9. Still only one out. Tying run on second. Winning run on first.
Is this really happening? Has this Red Sox fan fleetingly, for these few minutes late at night, in the solitude of his own living room, where no one will ever know, become a Yankee fan? John Sterling's voice quavers louder. The fan moves to the edge of his seat. Could he cheer a Yankee hit? Is it possible?
Line drive double play. Game over. Rangers win. I guess we'll never know.