My favorite sport's team is the Boston Red Sox. As a youngster I lived and Died with how the Red Sox did. As you probably know I was 57 years old before they won a World Championship. In "67" with Yaz and Lonborg they had a miracle run to the American League title and then a defeat by Bob Gibson and the St. Louis Cardinals. That year they were in a neck to neck race with 3 other teams and they defeated the Twins on the last day to win the title. The last month of the season saw Yaz drive in winning runs or throw out a runner in a late inning or he made a great catch to save the day. Probably the greatest month by any player ever. The "75" team had Yaz and a few young up and coming players. Cinn Reds won in 7. I did get a chance to see one game in center field stands. Fisk's homerun is famous but they lost again. In "86" they won the league championship. Everyone knows the Buckner story and that was how our beloved Red Sox seemed to tear our hearts out every ten years. The joy of 2004 cannot be explained unless you have lived with all of the misery of Red Sox failures. Number 9 was my sports hero and I had the opportunity to see him at Fenway Park when I was very young. Even in Little League my number was 9.
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