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  • I was born and grew up in Toronto, Canada so compared to most Americans I was a sweet and quiet Canadian. Born to a boisterous New Yorker most Canadians considered me outspoken and somewhat mouthy. In August of 2004 I moved from Canada to Boston. I stood out like a soar thumb in Boston, apologizing for bumping into someone, speaking with my humorous Canadian accent and hating baseball.

    Before 2004 the Red Sox hadn't won a World Series title since 1918. The city was going wild the summer I moved there and I got caught up in it all. By September I was watching a lot of the games (it's unavoidable when you live there). By the time the post season rolled around I was a full fledged Red Sox fan who hated the Yankees. In October the Yankees were playing the Red Sox for a spot in the world series and as I was walking back from school (I was getting my masters at Boston University) some yankees fan walked by me and cheered "Go Yankees". When he said that to me a fiery rage filled my body and I looked back and said "Fuck off". I turned around and was completely shocked that I did this. What quiet Canadian gets upset about a baseball team? And that was the day I became an American.
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