Two snowmobiles pulled into the gas station as we came out of the coffee shop. Nobody batted an eye as their riders took turns filling the tanks while cars waited patiently behind them. Well, almost nobody. The woman from New York City raised her eyebrows quizzically.We were in Nova Scotia, my wife and I. We had brought our son to my childhood stomping grounds in the Annapolis Valley for his first Christmas. I had brought us to the local Tim Horton’s coffee shop to experience a bit of Canadiana. The ski-doos were the cherry on top of an ubiquitous sundae of the nation’s rural culture."You’re from Nova Scotia? How can YOU be a Yankee fan? You ain’t no real fan. You don’t know nothin’!"One wouldn’t expect to find New York Yankee fans in such a locale as this. Especially during the winter....

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