the president of my alma mater is a swearing, Frost-reading Sox fan

From the Boston Globe, Victory transforms a region's identity:

James O. Freedman of Cambridge was near despair just 11 days ago, after the Yankees had pushed the Red Sox to the brink of elimination in the American League Championship Series. Freedman, president emeritus of Dartmouth College, consulted Robert Frost that Sunday, and wondered why the ''arbitrary God" of which Frost wrote held no benevolence for his favorite team.

''My thought when they lost those three against the Yankees was, dammit, there's no more baseball," Freedman said. ''But now, it's as if it was gray and raining and the sun is suddenly shining."

This is apropos to a thought I had right in betweeen the ALCS games and the World Series. During game 4 or 5 of the ALCS, when the Sox were playing the Yankees, I was way downtown on the Lower East Side, having a nice evening out, and occasionally popping my head into a bar for the score. It became quickly apparent that the LES was rooting for the Sox. Oh, sure, every once in awhile someone would chime in their support of the Yankees, but it was usually someone with an accent that says "I have lived in Queens my entire life."

But, I mean, the LES is where our city's Nader voters are hanging out; they just want to be contrarian. I suspect that, more than a sincere love of the Sox, they just wanted to root for the underdog, the "wrong" side, the team wearing Soviet crimson. Once the Sox actually won and went on to the World Series, I imagine that they lost interest. Just a guess.