I can recall annual trips with Little League and always being disappointed that Jim Lonborg would not be pitching that game, and instead it would be Darrell Brandon taking the mound. Bucky lost 19 games with the Sox and it feels like I must have been to at least three or four of them.
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First game that I can remember it was 'Bat Day', where all kids entering Fenway received a full sized baseball bat. It was with a large group of kids, must have been either Little league or Cub Scouts. Tony C hit one over the wall and every one of us was raising our bat into the air, as high as we could hold it. (It may have been an "autographed" Conigliaro bat.) The adults a row or two away from us looked terrified, sure that they were going to get konked in the head by a wayward bat that slipped out of one or multiple nine-year old kid's hands.
I have been told that the first game I actually attended - which I don't remember - was against the Orioles. Boog Powell was playing LF and broke his wrist crashing into the wall. According to the internet that happened on August 20, 1964 on a flyball hit by pitcher dave Morehead. The following year Baltimore moved Boog to first base.
The biggest thing I remember is how vividly green the field was. That was in the days of lo-def, 12" B&W television screens - the in-person experience was something totally foreign to tv or a transistor radio.
A couple other games stand out in my memory:
- 1975, late summer, Luis Tiant pitched a great game vs Oakland; Sox won.
It was the first game at Fenway for my young sister, her reaction first seeing the field was priceless.
- May 30, 1997: Mo Vaughn hits three home runs, Sox crush Yankees 10-4.
The same sister, now grown up, bought tickets for my brother and I as a gift prior to her wedding.
Sox were up 9-0 before NYY scored a few runs late. Some Yankee bozo a row away was chirping nonstop.
Finally I stood up and shouted 'look at the scoreboard, you pathetic moron! You can't possibly be that stupid, can you?', or words to that effect. The entire section applauded and screamed insults at him for the rest of the game, until he finally slithered away in shame.