It made me think of the professional leagues, and whether there is such a thing as brotherhood at that level. I'd like to think there is, despite the mandate to win, despite the pecuniary interests of owners, broadcast entities and players. There are many times when it seems that's all there is to pro sports--the $. Owners raising tickets prices during tough economic times. A merry-go-round of players who do not stay with one team, but follow money like a heat-seeking missile. General managers trading away a fan favorite for the flavor of the month.
But then there are moments like after the Tigers won the 2006 ALDS, when players emerged from the clubhouse to share the victory with the fans, spraying them liberally with champagne, running around the the ballpark high-fiving eager revelers, sharing the unadulterated joy. There's the player who takes a few extra moments to sign an autograph and encourage a young child, who stands awestruck in the presence of his or her hero. There are players who give the home-town discount to stay with a club they've come to feel as home, with fans who give the keys to the city to these loyal sons.
I think there is a brotherhood. If there wasn't, I think professional sports would dry up and stadiums would stand empty. I know that teammates, coaches and staff share in a brotherhood to which we fans are not privy. But I sure appreciate when they crack the door and give us a glimpse.