Population of Red Sox Nation in London: 1

Good old USA. I miss the sunny skies, the warm weather, the good food and most of all....post season baseball. While I love my American flatmates, not one of them is a RedSox fan. Today, a bunch of kids from my building were all in my apartment, and I asked the group if anyone was a fan, because I needed someone to come to a bar with me and see if we could watch the game.
"I hate the Red Sox," one guy spat (A New Yorker, he had also thrown in a few words about the Sox that were blasphemous and not to be repeated here).
I looked to a girl who was wearing a Red Sox sweatshirt. "Kelly? What about you?"
"Oh, I'm not a fan," she said. "I just like this sweatshirt."
I raised my eyebrows. "Well, does anyone want to just go to a bar and watch the game anyway?"
"Why would we want to pay to watch a team we don't like?" one guy asked.

Agonized and disgusted, I left the room and searched online for British bars that might play the Sox game. I found one that sometimes played American sports and called their number.
"Hello?" a British woman picked up on other end.
"Hi, are you playing the Sox game tonight?"
"The what?"
"The Sox game. The Red Sox?"
"A baseball game?"
"Yes." I paused, feeling like I was speaking a dead language. "The Boston Red Sox and the Anaheim Angels are playing tonight at about 3:00 US Western time; are you showing that game?"
"Oh." I could hear the rustling of paper. "Yes. The match will start at 9:30 pm tonight."
"Ok thanks!" I said, and hung up. Success. However clumsy it was, I had made contact. I realized belatedly that I still had no companion to the bar; I couldn't be out by myself until one in the morning (which was when the game was likely to end). It was time for desperate action.

"Please come with me," I asked my close girl flatmates. "I can't miss this game. The Sox are up 2-0 and they might sweep the Angels tonight! Puh-leeeze come with me."
I turned to one of my roommates, who was an avid Duke basketball fan. "What if Duke had their postseason now and you needed to see it?"
"That," she said, "Is why I came abroad for the fall. I would never be abroad in the spring, so I would never have that problem."
"We would love to come with you," another roommate said sympathetically, "But I'm sorry Annie, baseball is just too long and too boring."
Aaaargggh. A knife to the heart. I could tolerate uneducated cretins badmouthing the Sox, but to denounce baseball as a whole? Painful. Just painful.
I wouldn't be surprised if I were the only Sox fan in London. The thought makes me very homesick/lonely indeed. I will still be on the lookout for a fellow fan, but the prospects seem grim. In the meantime, I am attempting to watch the games on my computer. No matter what the odds, I have to cheer on my boys. Particularly V-Tek (he is the man!!!).