Your question reminds me of a similar experience in my own life. I was just a small child in 1971, but I followed the Los Angeles Dodger baseball season extremely closely, listening to Vince Scully and Jerry Dogget for every inning of every game. The Dodgers had been way behind first place in their Western Division of the National League, but made a run for it toward the end of the season, and actually lost to the Giants by one game on the very last day of the season. When that happened, I felt such a loss, and even cried. My Holocaust-surviving father mocked me. But hey, I was only ten years old! (now everybody knows how old I am. oh well)
Fortunately, the Pittsburgh Pirates not only beat the hated Giants in the playoffs, but beat the Baltimore Orioles in the World Series as well. I was so happy! The hero of the world series was known to be perhaps the kindest player to ever wear a professional baseball uniform, a man by the name of Roberto Clemente. I remember having to help my father in his liquor store on that day that the Pirates won it all; I was so shy back then, but instinctively let out a big clap when it happened. I think I shocked my father; perhaps he did not realize until then that behind all of my quietness, churned some very passionate emotions.
A little over a year later, Roberto Clemente rode in a private plane to help his fellow Nicaraguans in Central America, who had just days earlier experienced a devastating earthquake. Sadly, on December 31, 1972, he was killed in a plane crash.
Normally, the Baseball Hall of Fame will not consider candidates who have not been retired for at least five years, but in Clemente's one case, they made an exception. He was given this ultimate baseball honor by a unanimous vote.
I eventually grew out of baseball, but to this day, I follow Barry Bonds' home run record every single night, and know that the Boston Red Sox are the best baseball team this year. I happen to like the New York Yankees, but hey, I like the Boston Red Sox team, too.
So I only grew out of my love for baseball partially, involving myself in my school studies, and then my father got me interested in politics. Yet I really see very little wrong with being a sports fan, um, as long as you like baseball a whole lot more than soccer or boxing. I suppose being a sports fan can be a negative thing if it overtakes all of your life, sacrificing the quality of your work, family, and social life, but hey, baseball is so much an integral part of the best that America has to offer.
Take me out to a ballgame, take me out to the crowds...