Baseball in Boston mandates a religion. Children are baptized into Red Sox Nation the minute they walk into Fenway Park. The green emanates from all corners of the city's sports cathedral while diehard fans scream their sermons to whomever will listen. They are all managers on any given night. There is no shortage of excitement - nothing, from heat waves to hurricanes could keep the loyal flock from their pasture. Baseball in Boston is not just a game, it is an experience. A white orb hurtles through the air at god-like speeds, cracks of lightening sound off upon contact with the bat, and magic seems to float through the air. It does not happen once. It does not happen twice. It happens 162 times a year. The faithful come, they sit and they hope. This is why baseball in Boston is a beautiful thing.