The question you need to ask yourself is this: Do I feel this way about baseball because of the teams & players that I love, or do I love these teams and players because I feel this way about baseball?
I can't answer that, maybe you can.
As far as favourite teams go, it shakes down to about this:
Modern/Current MLB: The beloved Boston Red Sox. Of course.
And, of course, the also defunct mighty Edmonton Trappers (specifically 1983–1992, the Angels era).
Yeah, his name was Homer.
And yeah, he was a giant baseball.
Yeesh.
I come to you as a proud graduate of the Visitors' dugout bleachers at (the yet ALSO departed) John Ducey Park, the aptly named Animal House (fans bringing kids were strongly encouraged to sit in the 1st base bleachers on the other side, to safeguard their more delicate sensibilites), proximity to which Homer strenuously avoided, under constant threat of being pelted with beer cups and greasy hot dog and french fry boats.
Good times.
Classic teams, well, that would definitely be the Homestead Grays of Pittsburgh and Washington DC, from the American Negro League (1929), East-West (Negro) League (1932), and finally the Negro National League (1935-48).
Yeah, it's like that.
But truthfully, I don't really hate any teams, although I do have a fondness for AL, because that's the kind of fucking guy I am.
Oh, except for them universally loathed, despised, reviled and benighted filth merchants who stink up the SkyDome and points south all season long.
I fucking HATE them cocksuckers, even if you think you hate them, I hate them worse.
Because I'm bigger.
Now I went and pissed all over my monitor screen.
Great.
Raj
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