In 1966 my parents moved us from Louisville, Ky to Newton, Ma so my Dad could teach Biology at Boston College. I was 10 and had never touched a baseball!
My first glove, ball, and bat were Al Kaline models.
1967 was a magical year. Games were on TV 38. I would sit in the basement watching fuzzy images on an old GE black and white TV fitted with a UHF converter. I became hooked.
Yaz was my favorite player followed closely by the best 1st baseman evah the Boomer, George Scott.
I was a huge Harman Killebrew fan for some reason.
My first game at Fenway was 1968, I believe. After that I would do chores to get enough money to go to as many games as possible. Usually as much as 30-40 games each year until I was 16 or so. Going to games alone was no big deal for me even though I was yet to eclipse 5 feet. In fact, my small size helped me get 1/2 fare on the trolley from Newton Corner to Kenmore Square. Bleacher seats were $1.00 and after the 3rd inning they would open the gate to right field and charge $.75 to gain access to any unoccupied seat in the park.
My favorite experiences at Fenway were smoking cigars with the Baltimore bullpen when I was 13 and 14, having my hair catch on fire while lighting a pipe behind home plate in a season opener with Cleveland, and seeing Vida Blue face Sonny Siebert in a long rain delay game. Of course talking with Rogelio Moret with Carlton Fisk translating was cool too.