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devildavid
I've already posted on the BDC refugee thread, but I thought I'd let you know more about how I became a fan. Back in 1972, I was listening to a Red Sox Game with a transistor radio under my pillow when I was supposed to be trying to sleep. The Sox had a three game series with Detroit, and had a half game lead. In this game they had a chance to have a big inning, but Luis Aparicio slipped rounding third on a sure triple for Yaz. He tried to get back to third and Yaz saw him too late. Yaz tried to retreat to second and was tagged out. The Sox didn't score the rest of the game and lost. The Tigers won the next game to get a game and a half lead. Because this was a strike shortened season, the Sox played one less game than Detroit. So even though they won the final game, they finished a half game out. To come so close and not make it was agonizing. So of course, I was hooked.
And the agony became despair in 1986. From that year on I wandered through the desert, barely keeping tabs on the team that had hooked me by coming so tantalizingly close only to fail at every turn. But 2003 renewed my hope, followed by the dream of 2004, and this prodigal son returned. Now I've seen three championships, when I once believed I would die without ever seeing one. Being a Sox fan ain't what it used to be, but I'm not complaining.