I found them: My People.
Fellow fans of the Boston Red Sox living here in New York City. Ahhhhh... sanity at last.
I met up last night with about 45 fellow fans at a bar in Midtown to watch the Sox spank the Royals.
The nice thing about walking into this kind of environment, one where you know not one soul before arriving, is that you immediately have something to talk about: baseball. That's a nice icebreaker to have at your finger tips.
The funny thing was that there were a bunch of guys there looking to meet available girls-- but all the girls were more interested in watching baseball than getting their groove on. In fact, the ladies who were present were super down to earth, normal, nice ladies. Maybe I'll actually make a new friend!