This is getting a bit tiresome, particularly your response to my last post. I make a sincere effort at explaining to you the circumstances behind the current “curse” ethos, taking your previous post about media fatalism and extending that to fan fatalism (note that I was the one who extended that, not you), but you don’t really respond to anything in your post, YF. I wish you would. If you take a minute to read clearly and consume what I posted, it’s pretty obvious that I wasn’t using the collective grief of Sox fans as a weapon, in fact I qualify my inclusion of that EXPLICITLY as a contextual explanation of why the curse even comes up, of how the collection of events that has transpired to Red Sox and/or Cubs fans feeds a collective emotion. It is more important, in the context of this blog, to try to explain WHY there is such a sentiment, not demean the other for trying to explain it. In any case, and with regards to that whole “grief as a weapon” tack, I will speak in a tautological way, and this time I WILL use it as a weapon, but you can’t possibly understand what Sox fans have been through because you haven’t been through it. Why not try to articulate an instance where you did feel that pain, instead of just calling me sanctimonious? Back up your response with some anectodal evidence and we can have a reasonable discussion, but if you just call me names we can’t go anywhere, you have no evidentiary case, you just come off as spoiled on world championships. I realized how absolutely spoiled Yankees fans are (after making that assumption for many years that they were, without really thinking about it, without having context for legitimizing that sentiment) after the Patriots beat the Rams in the Super Bowl. I was elated, so happy that a team that I have rooted for for 30 years won a title. When they lose now, I get pissed, but to be honest I can’t with any dignity act like the world is ending if they miss the playoffs, if they don’t win a championship. They could be 5 seconds from a title, blow it, and that would be upsetting, but contextually speaking I will be over it so much faster – my grief at that blown game won’t equal a Bills fan’s nausea re-visiting Scott Norwood every time there’s a game-ending field goal. I wouldn’t ever claim that that one blown championship made me the same as a Maple Leafs fan or a Vikings fan, no way, that would be crass. So it’s in that context that I assess Yankees fans and their sense of entitlement, it’s in that context that I use my disappointment as (your word) a weapon. I can live off that Patriots title for a long time. If the Red Sox win one, everything afterwards will be gravy, every tragedy to follow will no longer qualify as a tragedy. I think that’s a big difference in the ethos of the fans – should the Red Sox win a title I think most of us in Sox Nation will be joyous, will be relieved, will soak it all in, won’t be so ruthless (ed – no pun intended) about what the title means to us. My impression is that to Yankees fans the titles are great (I don’t doubt how happy they make people), reason for celebration, but in the end just another notch on the belt, a way of measuring all-time greatness, about how much better their team is than all the rest historically (in Boston this characterization befits Celtics fans), regardless of the moment. In that way, the championships here seem devalued to a degree (and I have been living here through 3 of them, so I have some basis for this comment), they are more about reassurance, about insecurity, (and affirmation that yeah, this city is great), about a legacy, not about some more pure notion of absolute joy and celebration, of appreciation for the emotional high that can bring. In this town, a title is also about how everyone else stinks, not just about how great it makes you feel.