During the twelve days I was in Ireland, I counted MLB baseball caps. Here was the final tally:
New York Yankees: 67
Boston Red Sox: 1
Rest MLB baseball teams: 0
This surprised me. Previous to my informal poll, I had thought that Boston and Ireland had a special bond.
This discovery reveals an interesting love triangle:
Boston loves Ireland;
Ireland loves The Bronx;
The Bronx loves itself.
In this love triangle, nobody loves Boston.
I can imagine the three of them at a party. The Bronx is telling stories loudly and never wandering far from the keg. Ireland is sitting on the couch seductively, legs crossed, staring dreamily at The Bronx. Boston is sitting on the arm of the couch, hoping to catch Ireland’s eye, hoping for a more-than-near-kiss.