The madness of sports fanhood

Another in our series on Expat Sports Disorder, the unheralded digital affliction. This October, my beloved team forgot how to play baseball. But why should I care?

Being a sports fan can feel like embracing a life of frustration, anger, and confusion.

And this goes double for Philadelphia fans: The city is big enough to acquire talent, is close enough to New York and Washington that it has massive rivalries, and as the pre-Washington capital, where much US history was made, it is aggrieved. Somehow the result is t…