A few days later, the Red Sox swept the Cardinals for their first World Series title since 1918. I was the voice on TV capturing the moment—and to Cardinals fans, I was “celebrating” their team’s loss. In the eyes of a lot of Cardinals fans, I was betraying them and my family name. They don’t understand: Rooting for the Cardinals or ANY team is not my job. I make the call to the best of my ability when it happens in front of me. I don’t and can’t care who wins. The fans do, however, and I’m glad they do.
