8trackdisco wrote:Red Sox fandom began during the Red Sox vs Reds 1975 WS.
My grandmother was a Detroit Tiger and Cincinnati Reds fan.
She sat me down to watch game 5, telling me that “we” were Reds fans. Ok.
Reds won the game, she was happy, I was happy.
Game 6 was in Fenway. Pregame, the camera scanned Fenway park. The odd nooks and crannies of the stadium, the Monster. Then looked at those red, home white, and blue uniforms. Told grandma I was a Red Sox fans.
She tried correcting me, saying I was a Reds fan. When I rebelled (shocker) she told me that would change. Nope.
As for the jacket to Frank1.
1: It is too big for me now that 20 pounds of Anger Laced Corporate Fat is off of me.
2: Wanted it to go to a good room. When I was sexting … texting Frank, learned the jacket would better fit him than me.
3: He’s a legit fan.
4: I aspire to be a better man. Directionally, Frank is better man than I am. I aspire to do better. He is more who I want to be. (Although I’m not switching from Sequel to Prequel).
Peace be with you, Frank.
wasn't sure how to respond, and simultaneously took another mini hiatus from posting, though I have been kinda up to date reading and stuff...
just wanna say I will nevah forget this, simply an amazing gift. It will be taken care of properly.
As for being like me...no one wants to go through life fat drunk and stoopid.
Maybe even better!...I was at Game 6 of the '75 World Series, sat in the front of the right field bleachers. Fred Lynn's 3 run blast in the bottom of the first sailed over the bullpen and just over my fingertips.
Went with two friends, we thought we were hysterically funny when we made a sign out of a sheet and hung it over the little fence between us and the bullpen that read: HI HOWARD...FRANK...and DANDY DON!!!
an inning later a couple hairy knuckle types came by with a couple network guys and took our sign away...theoretically due to "advertising" for a network not carrying the game.
Can't imagine a better baseball game.