Woo-hoo! Go Sox!
I still can’t believe it. Man, 86 years. For some perspective, my grandfather (‘Poppy’ – not to be confused with ‘Papi’ – go Ortiz!) was 14 when the Sox last won the series, the age Gabe is now.
There was a big flu epidemic, and our troops were fighting overseas (then it was Europe in WWI), so some things stay the same.
There was no TV, but about 2/3 of the country had radios. No NFL, no NBA, (basketball was only 26 years old), movies were silent, Albert Einstein was 39, and Wyatt Earp was still alive. Women weren’t allowed to vote yet.
I remember cool summer nights in the late sixties and early seventies, when I would sleep out in a tent in the backyard, listening to the Red Sox on a transistor radio. Ned Martin would be calling the plays – the names I remembered – Yaz, Rico Petrocelli, Tony Conigliaro, Sparky Lyle. Now my kids will remember Johnny Damon, Pedro Martinez, David Ortiz, Manny Ramirez.
See you again in 2090!