Oh, the Humanity!
I have always been a Red Sox fan, because I was raised that way. My dad listened to Red Sox games as farm boy in Pennsylvania, back in the days of super-powerful radio stations . . . I don’t really understand how this worked, but I know that you could get Boston and NYC radio in PA regularly, especially at night. (Somehow it seems like radio technology has gone backward, not forward in intervening years).
My mom went to Red Sox games. She was in the stands for one of the 1967 World Series games, and scored them and knew all kinds of stats. Her parents were fans, her siblings are fans, and my little cousins now wear all kinds of Red Sox gear and will be the next generation of diehards.
So, I know about the Sox, and I’ve been to Fenway, and I stayed up late for most of the Yankees-Red Sox playoffs in 2004, and, of course, the big World Series win.
But I have no memory of the 1986 World Series. I don’t know why. I was eight years old, and this must have been a big deal. Perhaps I’ve just blotted it out. More likely I was shut away in my bedroom, creating a Fisher Price People saga or driving the Heart Family around in their car, a jaunty cabriolet. (Am I the only one who remembers the Heart Family? I think they were meant to be a wholesome "family values" alternative to Barbie and Ken, but I just mixed them all together).
Anyway, I got to relive (or perhaps live for the first time) the bottom of the tenth inning, Game 6, the 1986 World Series via this. For anyone who has any interest in a) baseball, b) Nintendo 64 RBI Baseball, or c) doing cool things with old technology, I highly recommend it. It’s awesome. And it also makes me understand even more why 2004 was the big deal that it was.
It’s also very depressing. Because I didn’t realize exactly HOW close the Red Sox were to winning that game and the World Series. I got this awful feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach when this thing started, because I knew what was coming. And I knew it wasn’t going to be good.
My mom went to Red Sox games. She was in the stands for one of the 1967 World Series games, and scored them and knew all kinds of stats. Her parents were fans, her siblings are fans, and my little cousins now wear all kinds of Red Sox gear and will be the next generation of diehards.
So, I know about the Sox, and I’ve been to Fenway, and I stayed up late for most of the Yankees-Red Sox playoffs in 2004, and, of course, the big World Series win.
But I have no memory of the 1986 World Series. I don’t know why. I was eight years old, and this must have been a big deal. Perhaps I’ve just blotted it out. More likely I was shut away in my bedroom, creating a Fisher Price People saga or driving the Heart Family around in their car, a jaunty cabriolet. (Am I the only one who remembers the Heart Family? I think they were meant to be a wholesome "family values" alternative to Barbie and Ken, but I just mixed them all together).
Anyway, I got to relive (or perhaps live for the first time) the bottom of the tenth inning, Game 6, the 1986 World Series via this. For anyone who has any interest in a) baseball, b) Nintendo 64 RBI Baseball, or c) doing cool things with old technology, I highly recommend it. It’s awesome. And it also makes me understand even more why 2004 was the big deal that it was.
It’s also very depressing. Because I didn’t realize exactly HOW close the Red Sox were to winning that game and the World Series. I got this awful feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach when this thing started, because I knew what was coming. And I knew it wasn’t going to be good.
posted by Melanie at 1:29 PM
