You become part of a group that has something in common. In most cases it crosses all lines, racial, class, economic group and even sexual orientation.
It is a sense of belonging, a sense of tradition in many casess or pride in your local team.
As a Yankee fan, I am third generation and born in the Bronx and I have lived most of my life within a two hour ride tops to the stadium. My Great Aunt was buried with her Yankee cap, I will be cremated with mine. One of my earliest memories was watching Mickey Mantle Day on TV with my Dad & brother. I was very young, not quite three. I grew up watching the Yanks on TV. It was a big part of my life and still is.
I love the history of the game. I take pride in the big stars of the past and of the present. I loved that the Yankees were the team of Poosh 'Em Up Lazzeri and Jolting Joe DiMaggio. These were the first two big Italian sports stars in the US.
I love the quiet dignity of Lou Gehrig and the “Bigger than Life”, “Force of Nature” swagger of Babe Ruth. DiMaggio, Gehrig and especially Ruth transcended sports in a way that few others have.
DiMaggio was one of the most well known personalities in his day and noted in no less place than the “Old Man and the Sea” and later in the Paul Simon song “Mrs. Robinson.” His marriage to Marilyn Monroe may still be the most famous celebrity marriage and he always kept a carefully guarded dignity about himself.
Lou Gehrig was the epitome of the hard working American and the good son. His farewell speech is among the most famous in the English language. I can think of no other speech by a sports figure that come close to it fame and gentle inspirational courage.
Babe Ruth was so much better than any other player of his day that I can think of no other sports figure that was every so dramatically better except maybe Secretariat. Ruth lived life larger than large. He was as quotable as any President of his day and more charismatic than any Hollywood star.
Rooting for a team brings people together and keeps them together. Half the reason, my brother is my best friend is we love talking Yankees and Giants. Rooting for the Giants through good and bad and boy were the seventies bad, has kept me close to my Dad. I know about old time Football and Baseball mainly from my Dad. My love of the games is from my Dad.
In most stadiums around the country, no matter how much fans of other teams delight in hating the Yankees, when they find out I love the game of baseball enough to visit as many stadiums as possible, they welcome me as a brother in their passion for baseball. I have had incredible experiences in Cincinnati, both Chicago stadiums, Anaheim and Baltimore. I shall soon see how Boston welcomes a Yankee fan though.
There is a sense of community among fans of a team and as I said it crosses all barriers.
Jim (Ack, that was rambling and too long, sorry.)