It's all my mother's fault. My earliest memories regarding the Sox - except maybe for one which I'll get to later - my earliest memories are of getting off the school bus, going into the house and my mom having the Sox on the radio - and I couldn't tear myself away. It must have been the mid-1950's at the time and I still can't tell you who was broadcasting. Curt Gowdy, maybe?
When they started playing night games I'd stay up as late as I dared, keeping a score book. I've always been a bit of a geek, I guess. But back in those days I knew every player on every team in the AL. I knew why the manager didn't change pitchers - because the opposing team had ____ on the bench, a left handed hitter, and that would take away the lefty-righty matchup. Sometimes I think it was a lot easier to be a fan back then.
My first venture to Fenway Park was about that time too. My dad and a friend of his took their sons to Fenway for an afternoon game (naturally). It's funny the things we remember. We drove down from Maine in a 1956 Ford - but I have no idea who the Sox were playing that day or who won. What I do remember is walking up the ramp as (maybe) a 10-year old for the first time and looking out at alll thatttt greennnn. It was breathtaking. And small. Much smaller than it appeared on television.
Keep in mind now, in those days I-95 only went as far north as Augusta and it was a toll road so we took Rt.1 all the way to avoid the tolls. We stopped to eat someplace in north Mass. and didn't get home until after midnight.
It's all my mom's fault. If she'd turner the radio off maybe I'd be normal.