The German masseuse loves talking to me. She asks me all kinds of questions in her halting accent. So on Tuesday, when I told her that my back was stiff from the plane ride to Boston, she asked me why I went there. I mentioned my Dad, and my friends, and the Red Sox games . . .
"The Red Sox . . . is that the team that hasn't won for many many many many many years?"
(Only with the accent, it sounded like this: "The Red Sox . . . iz dat de team that hasn't von vor many many many yearz?" I won't use the accent for the rest of this story. Just keep in mind, we're talking about a thick German accent. And keep in mind, the woman grew up in GERMANY. She just moved here like five years ago. Still, she managed to say "many" five times. I counted. Back to the story.)
Yes, I answered. That's the team.
"How long has it been? A long time, no?"
Um, 86 years. Yes. That's a very long time.
"What's wrong with them? Why can't they win?"
I don't know. I don't know why we can't win.
(You would have thought she would stop. Nope. At this point, I was tighter than Melissa Rivers's face. Apparently she didn't notice.)
"Why would you root for a team that can't win?"
Actually, I grew up there. I didn't have a choice.
"But still, you could pick different team, right?"
Um . . . I don't know. I really don't know.
"I don't understand," she said finally. "If it were me, I would just pick different team."
With that, she finished up. Then the doctor came in and stuck needles all over my body. Just another day in the life of a Red Sox fan.