Let’s say that, on a whim, you decide to form a baseball franchise made up of history’s greatest anxiety sufferers — a sort of neurotic all-star team, like the 2004 Red Sox, only too debilitated to make it out of the dugout. What would you call the team?
Last Rosh Hashana, I asked a group of friends this question, and the answers I got suggested that the team would be exclusively … Jewish. Responses included but were not limited to the following: the Los Angeles Kvetches, the Brooklyn Nazi Dodgers, the Kansas City Mohels, the Chicago Schlubs, the Miami Meshugeners, the Westchester Rhinoplasties, the Hollywood Indigestives and — my favorite, a late entry from my brother Scott — the Upper West Side Ativans.
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