I am Greg Maddux years old, but I don't call my own pitches with my glove. Also born in my year is the legendary Tim Wakefield. But it's weird to say you are the age of a person who has passed on...
How old are you?
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my first game was Yaz Day 1983 against the Indians. Also, who on this site is under 20. Identify yourself so we can make you... I dunno... heir?
I'm about 5 months older than Bob Stanley and started watching the Red Sox in 1966. I was hooked after 67.
A bit older than David Ortiz, Hideki Okajima, Alex Cora, JD Drew, Julio Lugo, Edgar Renterria
A bit younger than Shea Hillebrand, Gabe Kapler, Donnie Sadler, Jeff Suppan
49 big ones!
A bit younger than Shea Hillebrand, Gabe Kapler, Donnie Sadler, Jeff Suppan
49 big ones!
I believe it was 1976. I was 9. I had been a Reds fan, but...
I was playing whiffleball in the culdesac with a friend who hit a towering fly ball. He narrated his own play: "That baby is up, up, and over the green monster!"
And i was clueless. Higher than... Godzilla? What green monster? I was a huge fan of Japanese monster vs superhero tv shows like Ultraman, Goldar, and Johnny Socko at the time, so that's what immediately came to mind. But, i asked him what the heck he was talking about, and the green monster became The Green Monster. Immediately after that, i must have seen/paid attention to a Fenway game, saw that park, and became a Yaz and Jim Rice fan.
Rice, to me, looked like an 'English gentleman.' The very upright, 'formal' batting stance, that clean stache.... As a black kid in a small suburban town in Delaware, he sorta became a symbol for me. I emulated his stance in Little League, collected and prized his baseball cards..... Yeah. I was a Sox fan. Didn't know it would be for life, as my fandom for teams in every other sport has been contextual.
A major disappointment came for me, though, many years later when i first saw/heard an interview with Jim Rice. I mean, i had his cards and knew he wasn't British, duh. But when i heard a South Carolina drawl come out of him.... It was like someone popped my balloon. : ) I got used to it, though!
The Bucky Dent thing was big in my junior high. Lots of 'Yankee fans,' including my crush, who was crushing on Bucky. That hurrrrrt.
I was playing whiffleball in the culdesac with a friend who hit a towering fly ball. He narrated his own play: "That baby is up, up, and over the green monster!"
And i was clueless. Higher than... Godzilla? What green monster? I was a huge fan of Japanese monster vs superhero tv shows like Ultraman, Goldar, and Johnny Socko at the time, so that's what immediately came to mind. But, i asked him what the heck he was talking about, and the green monster became The Green Monster. Immediately after that, i must have seen/paid attention to a Fenway game, saw that park, and became a Yaz and Jim Rice fan.
Rice, to me, looked like an 'English gentleman.' The very upright, 'formal' batting stance, that clean stache.... As a black kid in a small suburban town in Delaware, he sorta became a symbol for me. I emulated his stance in Little League, collected and prized his baseball cards..... Yeah. I was a Sox fan. Didn't know it would be for life, as my fandom for teams in every other sport has been contextual.
A major disappointment came for me, though, many years later when i first saw/heard an interview with Jim Rice. I mean, i had his cards and knew he wasn't British, duh. But when i heard a South Carolina drawl come out of him.... It was like someone popped my balloon. : ) I got used to it, though!
The Bucky Dent thing was big in my junior high. Lots of 'Yankee fans,' including my crush, who was crushing on Bucky. That hurrrrrt.
I grew up in Vermont. Baseball started entering my consciousness with the Pirates in '71, and the the Oakland juggernaut of '72, '73, and '74, but I became a Red Sox fan in '75 watching the world series on a tiny black and white TV with my stepfather who was from Weymouth. Soon after came baseball cards, then sports pages and box scores. I had my ups and downs with him, but he gave me this.
Born summer ‘81, I’m 43. Was in my sports watching prime during the first Pats dynasty and the first two Sox titles. Those years of my life were incredible. Sundays at the bar watching the NFL for hours on end with barely a responsibility.
My age rings up as a month younger than Dennis Eckersley.
Mumps had struck me in fall 1967. I'd not yet found fandom, although I do recall sorta kinda watching one World Series game. Sox Fever struck full bore in 1969, powered by the comeback of Tony C. With an impaired eye, I loved his propensity to stick it to anyone who threw too close to him. I have no idea what stats would actually show but I prefer memories real or otherwise of him launching one off the fool pitcher who failed to respect him.
Mumps had struck me in fall 1967. I'd not yet found fandom, although I do recall sorta kinda watching one World Series game. Sox Fever struck full bore in 1969, powered by the comeback of Tony C. With an impaired eye, I loved his propensity to stick it to anyone who threw too close to him. I have no idea what stats would actually show but I prefer memories real or otherwise of him launching one off the fool pitcher who failed to respect him.
My first Sox memory is of seeing the Green Monster at my first game as a 6 YO in May 1957. But my first distinct game detail memory is of Ted Williams flying out to right center as the final out in Jim Bunnings no hitter in July 1958. There was disappointment but I remember thinking a no no was pretty neat.
I saw 19 year old Tony C on TV hit his first Home Run on a black and white TV in his first Fenway AB. I saw him hit another Home Run in 1975 on TV in Baltimore that was a millionfold the emotion. of the first.
DEWIE! DEWIE! DEWIE! From the left field seats with a bunch of other 7 year olds on my birthday some hot humid July day in 1989. Loved that guy. Him and Mike Greenwell (Greenwell lived in my hometown but that had nothing to do with my fandom) were my first favorite players, though that script flipped quick when Mo Vaughn joined the team.
Age 53.
My first Red Sox game, which I have no memory of, was Don Aase's major league debut in 1977.
https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/BOS/BOS197707260.shtml
I saw Ted Williams get a base hit in one of those early 1980s Red Sox Old Timer's games.
The first 2 Red Sox players younger than me were Frankie Rodriguez and Jeff Suppan, in 1995. The third was Arquimedez Pozo and the 4th was Kerry Lacy, both in 1996. The fifth, on August 31, 1996, was Nomar.
The last Red Sox player older than me was Tim Wakefield (RIP).
My first Red Sox game, which I have no memory of, was Don Aase's major league debut in 1977.
https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/BOS/BOS197707260.shtml
I saw Ted Williams get a base hit in one of those early 1980s Red Sox Old Timer's games.
The first 2 Red Sox players younger than me were Frankie Rodriguez and Jeff Suppan, in 1995. The third was Arquimedez Pozo and the 4th was Kerry Lacy, both in 1996. The fifth, on August 31, 1996, was Nomar.
The last Red Sox player older than me was Tim Wakefield (RIP).
I was born a few weeks after Tim Wakefield. I was sad when he retired for many reasons, not least of which because I was now older than all MLB players.
We moved to Cambridge in fall 1976 and in the spring of 1977 when I was 10 I went to my first Red Sox game and fell in love with it all; Fenway, the Monster, Yaz, Dewey, Remy, Jim Rice, Burleson. From then on I was hooked. Watched every game I could on channel 38 on a little portable black and white TV. Went to games whenever I could convince my mother to take me, we could only afford bleacher seats, but that was fine. The next year the Bucky f'ing Dent game crushed me, but I kept the faith and have ever since.
We moved to Cambridge in fall 1976 and in the spring of 1977 when I was 10 I went to my first Red Sox game and fell in love with it all; Fenway, the Monster, Yaz, Dewey, Remy, Jim Rice, Burleson. From then on I was hooked. Watched every game I could on channel 38 on a little portable black and white TV. Went to games whenever I could convince my mother to take me, we could only afford bleacher seats, but that was fine. The next year the Bucky f'ing Dent game crushed me, but I kept the faith and have ever since.
Yaz, Lynn, Rice, Fisk, Dewey, Remy, Rico, Carbo -- we had passionate discussions about the great El Tiante and the great Spaceman on the bus to high school during the 75 series. I've been an addict since.
I grew up in a very small town in central NH, listening to most games on radio but we did get a tv in the summer of 1950. I saw my first game at Fenway in 1952, Yankee Stadium a year or two later and Cleveland about 1955 As an adult, I joined SABR and went to the national conventions, then in '91 a small group of other SABR members decided to have a yearly minor league long weekend. In all, I've been to about 150 major and minor league parks in 37 states: MLB (regular season and spring training), minor league (regular season, spring training, and AFL). I've met league presidents, team owners, many old time players (Smoky Joe Wood, for one); I've had access to parts of stadia that most people don't see. All told, I've had a very baseball life considering I never was employed in that field.
Started following baseball in 1961. My first baseball card in my first pack of cards was Bill White; based on that I became a Cardinal's fan.
My brother and most of my friends were Sox fans. My best friend was a Yankee fan (he reformed in 1967 - Yaz transformed him).
I had a (Sears) Ted Williams glove but worshiped Stan Musial and Curt Flood and especially Bob Gibson.
During the 1975 WS I became a Sox fan and lived in pain for (only) 29 years. The 1986 World Series traumatized me. I became whole again when the Sox beat the Yankees in the championship round in Oct. 2004. God, that felt so good, I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I did jump up and down a bunch. When they won the World Series my (baseball) life felt complete. For days I was in a good mood as were many of my friends and co-workers and I felt 25 pounds lighter.
My brother and most of my friends were Sox fans. My best friend was a Yankee fan (he reformed in 1967 - Yaz transformed him).
I had a (Sears) Ted Williams glove but worshiped Stan Musial and Curt Flood and especially Bob Gibson.
During the 1975 WS I became a Sox fan and lived in pain for (only) 29 years. The 1986 World Series traumatized me. I became whole again when the Sox beat the Yankees in the championship round in Oct. 2004. God, that felt so good, I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I did jump up and down a bunch. When they won the World Series my (baseball) life felt complete. For days I was in a good mood as were many of my friends and co-workers and I felt 25 pounds lighter.
My first memory of the Red Sox was watching them in the Impossible Dream year of 1967. My father was in the athletic shoe business in Boston. We got good seats to the Celtics, Bruins, Patriots and the Red Sox. I was at the final Minnesota game that year when they won the pennant. As a kid got to meet many of the players including my favorite player Reggie Smith thus my screen name.
Born in 1960, somewhere between Steve Lyons and Tom Brunansky in the birth order. First game attended in 1968 with the cub scouts, transported on a school bus from southeastern NH (pack 197)...Wish I still had that ticket stub. Became irreversibly indoctrinated in 1975. My avatar and screen name are memories of making that drive down Route 1, heading to Storrow Drive.
I was born in 1970, a couple of months after Alan Embree and a couple of months before Aaron Sele. My first game was in September 1978, a 15-4 drubbing at Fenway at the hands of the Yankees.
I was 8 and the night before the game was one of the only times -- and maybe the only time -- that I slept in my grandmother's attic. She took me to the game and I slept with the tickets propped up against an alarm clock. I couldn't stop staring at them as I tried to fall asleep.
I was 8 and the night before the game was one of the only times -- and maybe the only time -- that I slept in my grandmother's attic. She took me to the game and I slept with the tickets propped up against an alarm clock. I couldn't stop staring at them as I tried to fall asleep.
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This poll made me realized a sports fact that I’ve internally kept my entire adult life is completely false. I’ve always thought Andrew Jones was the first player in the MLB younger than me. When I went to just double check I found out I’ve been living a lie. He has 4 days under 4 years on me. Was there another ATL outfielder in like 2001 that was a teenager?
There was a kid in Spring Training with a weird name, and nickname. Ted had just retired, so I glommed onto the new guy. He was meh and the team bad for about six years, then the Impossible Dream and the whole world changed.
My late aunt and uncle, Lloyd and Anne Crist, had a cat named Reggie around that time, and I clearly remembering my aunt (father's sister) telling me that his full name was Reginald Smith Crist.
I am 73 yrs old. My earliest childhood memories of the Sox were with players like Don Buddin, Pete Runnels, Vic Wertz, Felix Mantilla, Pumpsie Green and Earl Wilson. I remember Ted Williams, of course, and listened to him play on a crystal radio that I clipped on the back knob of my bedside clock. I probably heard the broadcast of his last home run that way, but not sure! Our “Ace” pitcher was one of my favorites, Bill Monbouquette, whom I had the pleasure of meeting a year or two before his death. A real gentleman. Of course, for much of that time, the team was awful. But you could get into the bleachers for 50 cents, grandstand for a buck 50. And then roam all over. It was not very full and no one cared.
My father, born in 1910, was around during the 1918 world series win. We’d always challenged him to live long enough to see another one. It was a family joke at first, but then more serious as time went on. And he made it to 2004. I'd read him the descriptions of the series games from the Globe, as he could not see very well. He passed a year later. But he made it!
My father, born in 1910, was around during the 1918 world series win. We’d always challenged him to live long enough to see another one. It was a family joke at first, but then more serious as time went on. And he made it to 2004. I'd read him the descriptions of the series games from the Globe, as he could not see very well. He passed a year later. But he made it!
I'm the original Jose Melendez years old. Exactly one year younger than Barry Larkin, and three weeks older than Erik Hanson.
61 years old. My family moved to MA from the DC suburbs in late fall of ‘72(a homecoming for both my parents), and went to my first game at Fenway in the summer of ‘73. Been hooked ever since. Saw Yaz get his 3000 hit in the yard, been to WS games in ‘75 and 2018. Saw them clinch the East in 2007. Countless other run of the mill great nights at the park over the last 50 years.
Old enough to remember when you could readily sign a top-15 catcher for $6.5 million. Of course, the onion tied to their belt also counted against the Competitive Balance Tax threshold.
I was born after Frank Castillo, and before Vaughn Eshelman.
In Grade 4 in Bennington, VT, they wheeled out a small TV to watch the Bucky Dent game before the end of school.
In Grade 4 in Bennington, VT, they wheeled out a small TV to watch the Bucky Dent game before the end of school.
Two former MLB players were born the same day as me; John Harris, who had a couple of year on the bench for the Angels https://www.baseball-reference.com/players/h/harrijo04.shtml, and Billy Smith, who appeared in 10 games with the Astros in '81 https://www.baseball-reference.com/players/s/smithbi06.shtml.
Eck is 20 days younger than I am.
The first game I saw was July 18, 1965, between the Angels and Minnesota Twins. Here's the box: https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/MIN/MIN196507181.shtml
Eck is 20 days younger than I am.
The first game I saw was July 18, 1965, between the Angels and Minnesota Twins. Here's the box: https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/MIN/MIN196507181.shtml
I was five years old the year my dad was the GM of the Pawtucket Red Sox that won the Junior World Series, defeating the Tulsa Oilers. I grew up in Pawtucket but no longer live there anymore.
Torii Hunter is exactly 5 years older than me and Ben Sheets exactly 2. Bonus points for Deion Branch sandwiched between Sheets and I.
Adrian Gonzalez was born 8 days after me. Too young to have been aware in ‘86. Painfully aware for ‘03 and the glory that followed.
Because I’m old and can’t sleep, I just looked up the Sox box score on my birthday, and the one and only Satchel Paige went three scoreless that night for the KC A’s. Tony C came up in the eighth in a tie game and a run scored on a WP, followed by a two run ITP by Conigliaro. The one and only Don Mossi took the L.
Satchel would never pitch in a league game again.
Satchel would never pitch in a league game again.
