I didn’t stumble across baseball until late 2004, when the final outs of a historic World Series flickered on my bedroom television in Wirral, England. I was 10 years old, and the game was initially a mystery. Yet, strangely, I found the narrative of that Red Sox team intoxicating. The end of long championship droughts is a rare occurrence in sports, and Boston’s success after almost nine decades was beguiling, even to my untrained eye. That sentiment stuck with me as I learned to love baseball. Reading books and watching films, staying awake until sunrise watching Jon Miller on Sunday Night Baseball, America’s national pastime ultimately became my most fervent obsession.
The Strange Allure of Championship Droughts and What it Means for Cubs Fans
