The Evil Empire
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Throughout the course of sports history there has never been an event to contest the intensity and passion imbedded within the historic rivalry between the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees. When either of these two ball clubs travels to the others home-park, two of the largest cities in the United States become entranced. Businessmen paint their face, students skip school, people drink, people fight but somewhere in the midst of all that chaos the city becomes one; unified in a way only baseball can do.
Through baseball concepts of loyalty and camaraderie become generational ideologies, both of which become lost all too easy in today's cut throat capitalistic world. Baseball glorifies life's overlooked simplicities: nature, God-given talent, community, and above all family. Nothing can compare to the pure happiness that stems from watching a father expose his son to a baseball game for the very first time. The most intriguing concept is the excitement for both father and son is different. For the father, bestowing this tradition upon his son brings a sense of accomplishment and purpose whereas the son's joy comes from the innocence and curiosity that can be expected from any first time experience. And if one was fortunate enough to have this experience at a Red Sox vs. Yankees game, the magnitude of reciprocated happiness could not be measured: The constant suspense, the crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd, and in the midst of it all, father and son closer than ever...