Baseball in the Northeast has always been a pivotal aspect of life for New Englanders such as myself. The rich history of the teams and stadiums in this region of the United States have always been the the forefathers of baseball for the rest of the country to look up to and idolize. Living in Connecticut, I was smack in the middle of two historic baseball franchise zones, these of course belonging to the Boston Red Sox and New York Yankees.
Whenever a person visits CT, they'll notice that baseball lore and passion runs rampid through the cities and towns of this small, charming state. Everywhere you turn, you'll see Red Sox and Yankees flags, bumper stickers, and even tattoos. People living here have no choice but to pick a side, no matter what their love of sport entails. Lucky for me, I was born into a family that worshipped sport, demanded sport, and breathed sport, all at the same time. This sport, or should I say team, was the Boston Red Sox. Having some family from outside Boston definitely helped the matter, but our family had grown to accept this team into our home, and implement the passion and love for baseball and the Red Sox into every offspring that entered life as a member of our family. Growing up as a Red Sox fan, I soon grew to love the game, the players, Fenway Park, and every other historical aspect of Boston baseball. Soon, this love of sport and Boston sports grew into a love of New England Patriots Football, Bruins hockey, and even Boston Cannons lacrosse. Some say that it all started with a spark, and in this case, the spark of Red Sox baseball grew into a teeming wildfire of a love of sport, no matter what it may be.
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