I was returning home from Seattle on the red-eye during last year's ALCS. The night-shift TSA agent gave my boarding pass and driver's license above-average scrutiny, then gave me a steely look. I started to worry - what could possibly be wrong with my paperwork? "You'd better be a Red Sox fan!" he said. A little relieved, I replied: "Of course I am!" Then, realizing I'd found a friend in the far corner of Red Sox Nation, I asked, "Just out of curiosity, what do you say to guys with New York licenses?" A big grin came onto his face, and he whispered to me conspiratorially: "I just remind them that pitchers and catchers report in February."
Tom Davis
Andover
They Can Just Tell
Shortly after the World Series, my Bostonian wife and I were in Trader Joe's in Tucson, where we now live. While pushing my cart down an aisle, I saw a young man in a Yankees T-shirt and cap. I said, evenly, "Too bad about your team." He replied, "Are you a Red Sox fan?" And I was not even wearing my cap.
John Chambers
Tucson
