And All that Could Have Been
We all have different reasons for being fans of a particular sport, a particular team, a particular player. I am a fan of the Boston Red Sox because I am a fan of Boston, the city, the place, the region, the people. From my perspective, subtract one Roger Clemens, add one Pedro Martinez, subtract one Pedro Martinez, add one David Wells...I may feel a sting for a moment, but in the end it doesn't touch the fundamental reasoning behind my devotion to the Sox.
Win a World Series, don't win a World Series, trade this player, keep that player...as long as Boston is still standing, I will love the team that plays there, and no other.
But for a few months now, I had allowed myself to imagine a farewell ceremony for Pedro as they had for Carl Yazstremski, a lap around the field with high-fives for the fans, a number 45 being lifted to the right-field grandstand next to 8, and 9, and the rest. I had imagined a doffed cap and a roar from the stands, of celebration, and goodbye, and thanks.
I wanted that for my city.