Re: San Fransicko
posted at 10/27/2012 7:57 PM EDT
In response to Calzone65's comment:
I'm a Californian too Ike---lived here for 58 years, having moved from Queens before I turned 14. Talk about the Giants-Dodgers rivalry, you had to live in New York to see if for yourself. I'm not kidding, the old East Coast rivalry was even more intense than Red Sox-Yankees, as hard as that is to believe. There were fights in the stands, outside the park, in the subway, and in the neighborhoods. Strange how things turned out. When the Dodgers left Brooklyn and announced they were moving out to my new surroundings I was t hrilled---until I heard that O'Malley was adamant they be no longer referred to as the "Bum", that they would play their games in that ridiculous Coliseum which was only good for making clay, and that their plan was to become the "West Coast" Yankees. From that moment on I despised them. Well at least I'm consistent....I hate both the Giants and the Dodgers and wish them nothing but ill will.
So how does a person who spent 58 years in California after being a Dodger fan in Queens for 14 years, end up being a Red Sox fan? Did someone in your family influence you? Did you happen to hear WTIC through the static when you were ten years old and become a lifetime fan? Did Dizzy Dean who did three Sox games per year influence you? Seems very strange on how you can be a rabid Sox fan. Have you ever eaten clam chowder, lobsters, or steamers? You forgot to tell us why you are a genuine Red Sox fan. I raise these questions because you never gave the slightest hint that you are a Red Sox fan. Your rhetoric sounds more like you hate the Red Sox. However never judge a book by its cover.
Calzone---and I suspect you might be a Dago like me----that is a great question. I usually get asked how I could have been a Dodger fan in Queens and not one in Los Angeles. I thought I answered that well so glad you didn't ask what so many others have asked me.
No hint that I am a Red Sox fan? I live and die with them in ways that you cannot imagine as some of my friends from other boards who post here could tell you. As for the dieing part, it has been arranged that when the Good Lord calls me home I will be interned in a Red Sox casket. As a newly minted 72 year old today I'm probably one of the few men my age, if any, that has a complete Red Sox room in his house and that unless my wife is cleaning it, no one goes in there without my ok. Strange that I am a Red Sox fan? Well my wife thinks I'm a pretty strange guy. Here's how it came about. From 1958 to 2000 I tried this team and that team, usually rooting for the team that had the same name as the team I was coaching.....Giants, Phillies, Indians, Mets, Astros. Just fooling myself......until August 19, 2000 on my final leg of a Sports Travel Tour Baseball trip that ended in Fenway Park.
I saw Pedro Martinez pitch seven near perfect innings against the Royals that day in a 9-0 romp and called my wife that night and said I finally found my team. When I got home she didn't even g o into "I've heard this routine before" because within two days she brought me two Red Sox tee shirts, totally convinced that I had found Nirvana. No I do not hate the Red Sox. I get angry at them, furious at the front office and can get critical----because I love that team with all my heart, as corny as that seems. And, BTW, I got my best birthday present ever on October 27, 2004 when the Red Sox ended 86 years of futility and won the World Series. I happened to be in New York on that day and don't think the Yankees didn't hear it. KIND OF WINDED ON MY PART BUT AT LEAST NOW YOU AND OTHER DOUBTING THOMASES NOW KNOW WHERE I STAND. Thanks for the message.