Exactly. I thought I was the luckiest kid in the world in 1967 ( age 11 ). I watched or listened to every Red Sox game that year, sometimes bringing my transister radio to school with earplug.
The year before they finished in 9th place so 1967 was HUGE. 54 years later I can still name every position player on the roster including most of the pitchers and utility players that helped contribute to the pennant.
That stellar team. Those of us there can never forget Tony C. who was thought to be the next Ruth until his career was ended by a pitch that almost killed him. Hawk Harrellson (sp ) who was the Joe Namath of the day and many others. Yaz was given "God" status. He could have run for governor of Massachusetts and won. I wore out the LP record "The Impossible Dream " about the 1967 Red Sox season.
It was a grand time to be a kid growing up during that time. We traded baseball cards and would throw them up against the outside school wall. The closest being the winner. A "leany" would win over almost anything. There would be bitter arguments on whose leany was higher. You could knock down a leany and win.
I would cash in Coke bottles at 2 cents each so I could buy a pack of baseball cards for 5 cents. There was nothing better than opening up that pack to see what you got. I had a trunkload of baseball cards from the 60's as well as comic books that my folks threw away when I was 18 and had moved away from home. A FORTUNE that could have paid for college.
That is the biggest thing I miss about Boston and New England. A GREAT sports town, Bruins, Celtics, Sox, Patriots. People came together over sports and it seemed like our world was at peace during the pennant race, the playoffs, the Stanley Cup , etc. Everyone was a "pal" and if you were down on your luck someone would always buy you a beer at the "bah"
Thanks for bringing up these memories.
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