The title is misleading a bit. I have always considered myself a Red Sox fan by inheritance. My fan status for all my sports teams comes from my dad. He likes the Denver Broncos. I like the Broncos. He likes the Boston Red Sox. I like the Red Sox. He is a Wyoming Cowboy through and through. I’m a Cowboy. I don’t have to invest time watching the games, I’m just a fan. It’s in my blood. I just keep track of the final score. It’s not all that difficult to do since I usually hear about the game from my dad.
This year though I happen to work with a Boston Red Sox fan. His fandom rivals that of my dad and brother. He is in the know about all things Bo-Sox.
Which has proved advantageous for me. I went to work and my co-worker told me about the Red Sox. During dinner that night I had something to discuss with my dad. He would give me a few additional tidbits that I’d share the next day at work. It became a circle. My conversations with my co-worker helped my dinner conversations with dad and my dinner talk with dad helped with me breaking the ice with my co-worker.
This was the year I learned a lot about baseball and the Red Sox and I never watched a single game. Granted it was quite the year to immerse myself in all things Bo-Sox.