Everyone wants their team to win, but I have to say there is something very nice watching games to which you have no existential commitment one way or the other. No stomach aches, no temper tantrums, no superstitious rituals, no hatred of life. In the midst of the Yankee-Red Sox series– fantastic by any standard–I remember telling a friend, “I’m sick of baseball.” Watching this weekend’s playoff games made me realize how nice it is to enjoy the drama of high-pressure sports…from a safe emotional distance.