After spending my youth at The Fens I can rest easy now. I grew up with Yaz, Rico, Freddy Lynn, Jim Rice, Luis Tiant, Rick Burleson, Boomer Scott, dollar bleacher seat on sale the day of the game only, MVP/Cy Young Clemens, Denny Doyle, Dwey Evans, Boggs, Butch on 3rd, Buckner when he could hit, Eckersley, Poole, Spaceman, Rick Wise getting pounded, and all the others who made my life in the Red Sox Nation what it has become. I passed it one to my children who also live & die with the "home nine".
The Sox are as close to a religion as there is away from the blessed church.
I watched the game with my children. Thought you might want to read a profound post on my son's site:
http://meaty.blogspot.com Thurs Oct 28th
The lone hat in the bleacher seat was a tribute to my oldest son's best friend who was shot, and died, in my beat while I was on duty. I still suffer. Jeremy (my oldest) was supposed to go to Fenway with Russell (the victim) a few weeks after the shooting and had bleacher tickets. When Russell died Jeremiah brought Russell's BoSox hat to the seat, set it in place, and watched the game with an empty seat (and Russells spirit) next to him.
Shoeless Joe Jackson: "Is this heaven?"
(If my son were in Field of Dreams)
Jeremiah: No. It's Fenway
Thanks
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BATAVIA TRANSMISSION
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