The Red Sox are the only team i've ever experienced a sense of loyalty to. Sure, I liked the Detroit Lions, and I still do, but thats only because Barry Sanders was and still is my favorite athlete of all time. Ill cheer for the Lions (by the way, the least successful NFL team over the past 4 years) despite their struggles, bad apple draft picks, and idiot GM Matt Millen. Frankly, it's important to pick a team and stick with them. In professional sports these days, it is very difficult to be faithful to one team, thanks to the moneyball era. Landmark players are being traded to different cities yearly, and sometimes bi-yearly. Its hard to stay faithful to one organization because of the drastic changes that continually take place throughout the course of a sports calendar.
I know one thing however. When I walk into Fenway park and see that green color on the grass and the walls, I know I belong there. I've never been on the edge of crying for a team before I witnessed the Bill Buckner play of my generation, the Aaron Poone walkoff HR in Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS. That night was devastating to me, and thats probably when I realized the extent of my love for the Red Sox. I hope I don't posess that degree of love for another team for the rest of my life, because they are changing too often. But the Red Sox are more about being a Masshole and loving the city of Boston more than the players. The people who fill that jersey are almost interchangable with some exceptions (see David Ortiz). Its all about the organization and the Red Sox hats and shirts and pennants and signs and bumper stickers. Its a culture worth joining if you live in the Northeast.