When you can't shield them from the awful truth

Myles and I are eating pizza (yes, pizza) out and a replay of the Bo-Sox blowout of the Rockies from the previous night is on ESPN on the tv above the bar. He asks me what game it is, and I tell him it is the World Series, played by the Red Sox and the Rockies.
"Hey!" he says bitterly. "Why isn't it ever the Pirates?"
Oh my, dear Son, oh my. Where to start.......