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It’s one thing to be a college student at a Joke Show University party school, spending Thursday through Sunday blacked out in a pool of puke in the dorm bathrooms.

But it’s another to be a student in Bumfuck, Maine, and actually spend tuition dollars taking a credited class on “Red Sox Nation”

LEWISTON, Maine (AP) — Landing a seat in Margaret Creighton’s “Red Sox Nation” course at Bates College is nearly as difficult as scoring a playoff ticket at Fenway Park.

With only 15 openings, it took only a minute or so for the class to fill up when online registration opened. For their efforts, the students spend three hours one day a week talking baseball.

“People are jealous of us,” said Hope Staneski, a first-year student from Milford, Conn.

Jealous? Yeah, I wish I could spend $49,350 per year, live in the wilderness with unshaven lumberjack women, and take a bandwagon lecture class with front-running fan boys.

A quick glance at the enrollment shows that only 1,660 actually decided to ruin four years. Here’s what their web site claims about academics:

Excellence in academics is a Bates tradition. Among our distinctive features: the 4-4-1 calendar offering a short term in May; 24 departmental, eight interdisciplinary, and student-designed majors; a range of special programs; a senior thesis; an extraordinary teaching faculty; and low student/faculty ratio.

You want to talk about tradition? Red Sox Nation is far from a tradition — it’s a money making marketing scheme implemented to incorporate the pseudo fans — like aunts, wives and sisters. It’s something that, yes, I’m sure those kinds of people would spend $49,350 per year on top of their “Red Sox Nation Official Citizenship Cards.”

Please, please, please stop embarrassing Red Sox fans.