I went to my first Yankee's/ Red Sox baseball game a few years ago. I was at Fenway Park in Boston and although a die-hard fan of the Anaheim Angels I felt compelled to root for the home team, the Red Sox. Two seats sat empty next to me until two gentlemen, one black and one white, asked if they could sit there. The first fan, a black man who looked to be in his 50's, was wearing a Yankee's hat. I teased him and told him he could if he rooted for Boston. He chuckled and continued to walk past me and sit.
After a while I asked him "How could you possibly root for the Yankees when you live in Boston?" He said in a South African accent, "I lived in South Africa years ago when apartheid was at it's peak and the violence towards blacks was unbearable. So I decided to move my family to the United States and start a new life. New York was our first home and one day I decided to buy a ticket to a Yankee's game. As I sat in the stadium, I could not believe that the white people I was surrounded by did not care about the fact that I was black. It was the first time in my life I didn't feel threatened, or defensive, or scared by them. They didn't care about the color of my skin, only that I rooted for the Yankees." Wow. It ALMOST made me a Yankee's fan too. Almost.
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