The Boston Red Sox are one of the most storied professional sports teams in America. Their brand recognition is huge. They print money for their owners. They have a history of winning, ahem, winning everything but the World Series for a roughly 85 year drought famously labeled the "Curse of the Bambino". They had many great players, and players that other fan bases would have killed to watch play played decades with them. They have one of the best places to see a game, Fenway Park, that has remodeled seats so taller fans do not feel cramped since the original seats were made for short Irish fans. They were consistently contenders who usually lost out to the Yankees. They never were quite lovable losers like the Chicago Cubs. One big reason for it is their obnoxious, insufferable fanbase.
Red Sox fans had legitimate gripes. When a great-great uncle of mine died in 2002, he was the last living relative I had who had seen a Red Sox World Series win, and believe me, people would read obituaries that said "lifelong Red Sox fan" and looked at the birth year. Bill Simmons' "Now I Can Die in Peace" title to his first sports book captures that phenomenon. The problem is, the team was successful but the fans never wanted to let it on that they were successful and had grown in the modern era to be just as powerful as the Yankees. The t-shirts they sell outside the stadium with foul language for any Yankee are beyond crass. The fans also gave you sob stories of exactly where they were when horrific losses happened. They reveled in retelling the stories. They would describe their reactions as if they had seen their dog die. Here's a few I have heard over a beer.
"When Billy Buck let dat ball go tru his legs, my fahkin' uncle poured out his beer on the floor and cried. Life-long Sawx fan, died without a title." (disregard that there was a game 7 after the Buckner Game)
"When Aaron Boone hit dat homah, I just fahkin' walked out the bah and didn't even pay my tab. I fahkin' cried the whole drive home." (man over the age of 40)
"When Aaron Boone hit that home run, I called my gramma up to cheer her up and say there was always next year and she said, 'SoBL, I ain't got too many more fahkin' ye-ahs'." (my gramma occasionally cursed)
"Fahkin' Yankees spend hundreds of millions... fahkin' douchebags." (forgets the Red Sox payroll is 90% of the Yankees' payroll)
"I know we just won the World Series, but fahk, this fahkin' team has no ha-aht (heart)." (said while wearing a World Series champs shirt of the year before)
I could go on, but these stories are woven into my life as a native of New England. Not being a Red Sox fan, I would always think, "Fahk you, my team is a cellah-dwellah that doesn't spend shit, and I gotta he-ah yah bitchin'." These fools play the victim, but love it. They are masochists and enjoy the pain and sharing the misery. Their fandom is marked by where they were for bad events. A defining moment for their fandom and possibly life is where they were when the Sox won the Series in 2004. Hell, the television show LOST used it as a way to mess with lead character Jack. Fans try to top one another because to them, the most painful suffering makes them the biggest fan. This is all while supporting a team with a payroll that is in the top 10 in the league and three titles in 10 years.
It might be hard explaining to someone that Harry the Homo who got punched in the face and is on the nightly news crying about it is actually empowered, but think of Sawx fans. They forever bitch, yet are a dominant team. They are located in Massachusetts. Their supporters are insufferable bastards. They make a ton of money with billionaire owners that are financially connected and media connected (John Henry recently bought the Boston Globe). They are partially owned by the New York Times (odd but true). Remember Sailer's megaphonics. It is hard to consider a black kid whose assault, neglect or murder is turned into a national media event with presidential support, media support and academics sending students to protest a member of the losing team that has no power. The rebel activist who claims to be an outsider is not an outsider if the press shows pics of them protesting smiling while framing the protest as just and a few months before USG approves their federal grants for whatever silly study or academic endeavor they attempt.
They will cry, but we can destroy the lie. They will deny being the one in power, and others will not grasp it. Think of the Sawx! Just like Red Sox fans bemoaning a bad year one year removed from a World Series win, progressives will whine over 2014 being a year the evil, white patriarchy laughed and smashed their precious little faces, holding back progress.