Yesterday when I arrived home from school, Papa Bear was downstairs in the TV room excitely yelling at the screen. When he heard the door close and footsteps up above, he ran up the stairs to greet me. "The Red Sox are really kicking ass down there!", he said. I looked at him blandly, it wasn't as if Jason Varitek or Kevin Youkilis were belting out hits in my basement. As he continued to give me a play by play account of the game, the phone rang. It was Mo~ze recounting her latest woes with her computer: "Bob, it ate our piece. I can't find it. It's in there somewhere. I posted the pictures you sent but they're not showing up either. What are we going to do? Oh, oh, another hit. Oh, I wish I was at the game...you know I had tickets. But this damn article.....".
What is this Red Sox craze? I gave up the Sox one night in the fall of '67. At the time I was a senior at Regis College, a small, Catholic, liberal arts college in Weston, Mass. At the time, Regis was very strict...strict with its curfews and with its dresscode. During the week, curfew was at 7 P.M., Friday and Saturdays at 11 and Sunday, ten o'clock. As for dress, under no condition could you wear jeans, though if you had a long London Fog raincoat, you could hide them as you ran past the nun in the foyer.
The night I gave up the Sox was the night the "Impssible Dream Team" won the pennant. Yes, I was there that night. I had gone that Sunday with several of my friends who attended BU. At the time, the price of a ticket was not that costly and college students could easily attend such an event. After the game, we all went over to Kenmore Square to celebrate the victory. One glass of wine led to several others as the clock ticked on. "Oh my God, it's 11 o'clock, I need to get back to Regis. Where's my rain coat? Oh, no, what am I going to do?" By the time we drove up the long tree lined entrance to Regis I had a plan. Rather then drive all the way to my dorm, I had my friends drop me off at the Tower, and then very unsteadily made my way to the back of Domatilla Hall. I could see my best friend Nick studying in our basement room. The look of surprise on her face I remember to this day. As I was climbing through the window, a loud voice came over the PA: "Would the girl who just climbed through the window, please come up to the Foyer".
Despite the protests from my friends, I made my way to the Foyer. "In a giddy voice I said, "Yes, Sister, it was I...I climbed through the window and I'm so excited, the Red Sox won the Pennant and the Yaz...".
"Elizabeth, I don't really care who won what...do you realize you are in dungarees? And you are drunk! Please go to bed now and we will discuss this in the morning."
The morning soon came and the new student court, instituted in September, convened and the verdict was "a week's suspension from all classes"...and all I could think of was how am I ever going to explain this to Mom! So now you understand why I swore off the Red Sox that day...so no, I did not watch yesterday's game and I did not listen to Robert Goulet sing "The Impossible Dream" as members of the Dream Team came out from behind a giant U.S. flag covering the Green Monster! Instead, I chose to go to Gather and read the featured article on Bob Dylan!