The old adage that you don’t pick your team as much as your team picks you is nonsense. There is a reason why you chose to become a Calgary Flames fan, or a Denver Broncos fan or, a Los Angeles Clippers fan, or, god forbid, a Chicago Cubs fan. It’s just not easily comprehended. To paraphrase Canadian writer Hugh MacLennan in a fashion for which he no doubt never intended: There is no simple explanation for the team you chose to support, the sports fan’s irony consists in the necessity of a decision made under the pressure of compulsions so obscure we do not and cannot understand them.
I have no idea why I loved the Boston Bruins as a child. The typical motivations don’t exist. My dad didn’t love the Boston Bruins. He didn’t hate the Boston Bruins, either. I didn’t get to watch a whole lot of Boston Bruins games. I didn’t know anyone else who supported the Boston Bruins. However, they were my favorite hockey team from an early age, and I loved their best player dearly.