You were there before all these “tourist fans” started showing up with their pink Red Sox caps and their “Big Papi” jerseys even though they’ve never set foot in New England.
You were there before winning was taken for granted (and you never will do so).
You were there when a Fenway crowd applauded an opposing player’s brilliant catch, because “Boston crowds are the most knowledgeable in baseball.” (Likewise, you’d never, ever, interfere with a catch in the stands…by a Sox player.)
You know there is no such person as “Bucky Dent”. You know his middle name starts with an “F”.
Thus, for you, the only plausible way to be buried is in a Red Sox casket