LOST BOSTON VIRGINITY: ANECDOTE THAT SOMEHOW ENDED IN “RAWK CHALK, HAWKS!”
Despite being a moderate fan since seeing them in the 1986 World Series (remember that lady who would twirl her arms behind the catcher? So annoying), I didn’t catch a Red Sox game until 2003, with my friend Billy. We were sitting on the third base side when a townie turned to me and challenged my knowledge of Red Sox history. “If you’re such a fan, tell me who those numbahs are in right field there.” Shit. “Well, number 9 is Ted Williams, number 27 is Fisk, number 8 is Yaz. …” And I froze. Six, four and one? No idea. Billy backed the guy off, but to this day I have a print-out of the list taped to a file cabinet near my desk. It’s Pesky, Cronin and Doerr, for what it’s worth. Oh and Jim Rice was inducted in 2009. And if you don’t know why that #42 is up there, don’t bother with baseball.