Good thread. I'm sure a lot of us owe our allegiance to our ancestors. My Grandma Boyd has been dead for more than 30 years and my dad for 23, but I have no doubt they're up there right now--probably drinking a Bud with Little Nell and dancing an Irish jig!
Allow me to join you!
Edit: Had to add my brother Bobby Boyd, my partner-in-crime, with whom I spent many years going to Comiskey when we were teenagers, hopping on the El after school. The day after the Sox won the 2005 Series, he e-mailed me that he still wasn't totally convinced we'd win!
THAT's a Sox fan!
Edit again: My dad, Rollo Boyd, would have been 83 on October 28, 2005, the day of the rally. And I'm getting the wobbly chin again, on his behalf.