I think that many of us first learn about broken hearts through baseball.
One of the earliest memories of my childhood was when my team, Almendares lost a game to their fierce rivals, Habana, in the Cuban baseball winter league. I was about 3 at the time, and still remember being very sad and crying.
A friend and colleague from Germany, who knows little about baseball, told me that when he was on assignment in the US a while back, he once saw his then young children crying in front of the TV and asked them what was the matter. The Yankees lost, they said. My friend was baffled.