New Year&#x27;s Eve, early in the first decade of this century. I&#x27;m riding the Red Line home with a bunch of other revelers. One young inebriated gentleman is trying to induce the rest of us to join him in a sports-related chant. &quot;Let&#x27;s go Red Sox!&quot; he bellows. &quot;Let&#x27;s go Red Sox!&quot; No one follows his lead. &quot;Let&#x27;s go Patriots!&quot; he essays. Crickets. One last arrow in his quiver: he begins to chant &quot;Yankees suck! Yankees suck!&quot; By the time he reaches the fourth iteration, the whole car, me included, is shouting along with him.