Baseball Memories
Sunday September 21, 2008- Yankee stadium. Perhaps no other sports venue has been so revered in the history of sports. The Yankees have won 26 championships in Yankee stadium and untold number of Yankees stars have become sports icons while playing there. Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Joe DiMaggio, Mickey Mantle and Derek Jeter have spent their careers playing in the cavernous confines of Yankee Stadium. Today the last game to be ever played at the stadium takes place. For any sports fans this brings on a wave of emotions and memories. I am no different. My memories of Yankee stadium though are through the eyes of a Red Sox fan. When I think of the Yankees and their stadium I think of my Dad. He was an ardent Red Sox fan and an outspoken Yankee hater. My Dad loved baseball. He loved the Red Sox. He spent many summer evenings listening or watching Red Sox games. He lived watching Ted Williams, Johnny Pesky and his favorite player Bobby Doer. He watched Carl Yastrzemski, Jim Longborg, and Rico Petracelli. He brought me to Fenway Park to see Carlton Fisk, Rick Burleson, Fred Lynn and Jim Rice, and in 2004 we sat together watching Pedro Martinez, Curt Sculling and his bloody sock, Big Pappi Ortiz, and Johnny Damon finally defeat the “evil empire” Yankees to win the American League Pennant. It has been two years since my Dad died.
I have nothing but good memories of my Dad and our relationship. He was everything a boy would wanted in a Dad. He would take me to Fenway Park many times each summer and root for the Red Sox. He taught me to be loyal and loving even when things were not good. When you became a Red Sox fan it was for life. He live for 66 years without seeing a World Series Championship. He experienced many heartbreaks while being a Red Sox fan. The loss to the Cardinals in 1946. The impossible Dream of 1967 ending just short at the hands of the Cardinals. The hard fought World Series defeat by the Cincinnati Reds in 1975. The 14.5 game lead which the Red Sox blew to the hated Yankees in 1978, and of course the ball under Buckner’s legs in 1986. That all changed though in 2004. The Red Sox came back from a 3-0 deficit in the ALCS. The day of the 7th game my parents flew in to visit us in Texas, and in perfect serendipity we watched the Sox slay the hated Yankees. It is one of the greatest memories I have of my Dad. The Sox went on to win the World Series and erase a lifetime of heartache for my Dad. Sports are not always about competition. They are always about memories. As I sit and watch the Yankees play their final game in their stadium, I am thankful for all the baseball memories I have. They are memories of my Dad. Thanks for teaching me about baseball and making me a Red Sox fan like just like you. Here’s to the Yankees losing tonight and the Red Sox winning… I know that is the way you would have wanted it.
