I've had a couple people ask me how I became a Red Sox fan. It's pretty simple really. Back in 1974 I was watching a baseball game being played in Boston and when I saw the green monster and all the sights and surroundings of Fenway Park it was love at first sight. I don't think I really knew much about who they were or where they were from at the time. The next year the Red Sox played in the World Series against the Reds. I got to see the Red Sox on TV quite a few times thanks to their playoff run. Back then there was no ESPN or baseball ticket or the internet for that matter.
Several years later my brother served a church mission to Boston. He knew I was a Sox fan so he started sending me hats, batting helmets, t-shirts etc. That sealed the deal. My first trip to Fenway was back in 1991. My Dad took my brother Brett and I out there. Since then I've been too many times to count. I've been to Fenway at least once a year for the last 6-7 years. I've been to Opening Day 4 times since 2001. I even chose a project at work simply because it was located close to Boston (Hartford, CT). I try to hit the West Coast each year when the Sox come out to play the Angels or A's as well. For the record if you ever wanting to see them up close the Red Sox stay at the Anaheim Marriot when they're playing the Angels!
My family has all converted to Red Sox Nation over the last 15 years. The last few playoff appearances have been great to get decked out in our Red Sox gear (even the kids) and go crazy for the Sox. This last year we had 4 of the 5 brothers there opening day. We even had a niece born opening day so we knew it was destiny this year.
That is the short and sweet (although Laurie would call it the long and boring) version.
We have a little saying among my Red Sox buddies that is a motto our church also uses- "Every member a missionary". When I think about all of the people that have converted to Red Sox Nation here in Utah I say to myself....WELL DONE!