You’re a fan that roots for everything Boston—or Foxboro, but that’s just a technicality. Hell, you’d cheer for a donkey’s ass if there was a B on it. For all you care, Boston is the center of the sports world and has been for as long as you can remember—which is about a day and a half, give or take a 40 oz. Your symptoms are made worse by the fact that Bill Simmons is your only source of sport knowledge. You are one of the most rabid fans in baseball and should in all seriousness not be allowed near small children. On several occasions you have woken up in Worcester covered in raccoon bites.