Sunday, March 11, 2012
The Boston Red Sox
parents and their parents. I moved out of Boston when I was 4, but I used to go back frequently when I was a kid to visit. Never went to Fenway though, but I did ride a swan boat in Boston Commons. In some ways, I felt bad when the Mets beat the Red Sox in 1986, but mostly I was overjoyed. I know it was hard on some of my kin, but at that point, I was solidly in Mets Mania. More on that later. I'm glad Boston has beaten the curse of the Bambino twice now. They seem like a good team with spirit and verve. I felt sad for Buckner when the ball went through his legs. He's still a good guy. Even if he had fielded cleanly, they would have tied the game, and the Mets would probably have won anyway. (Husbandman asked that I include that last bit, since we've always had sympathy for Bill. And Husbandman liked him when he was a Dodger). So, Boston's my home town and it's a good place.