The Circle of Life

Whiny watched the end of the game with me last night. In the wee hours of the morning, he got out of bed and watched a Red Sox hitter knock a dramatic 12th inning homer in a must-win game in the playoffs.

I was only 13 when I did exactly the same damned thing.

Even if the Sox don’t win this time, they’ve laid the foundation for a beautiful night in 2034 2028.

UPDATE: I am revising my estimate of this future father-son bonding experience. That’s because it just hit me how old my dad was in 1975. As I am now, he was 42…

So, this is the answer to life, the universe and everything after all!

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3 Responses to The Circle of Life

  1. Linkmeister says:

    That was the only game of the whole 1975 Series we got, “live on tape” while I was on Kwajalein. I was sitting in the back room of an open-air bar lovingly called the Snake Pit, with the ocean 20 feet behind me. The room wasn’t real full, but those who were there may have foreshadowed Jack Buck’s call of Gibson’s home run in 1988: “I don’t believe what I just saw!”

  2. suzie says:

    i was 3 in 1975, but i was in high school in 1986. still, i do have similar happy memories with my father, being a kid at fenway.

    alright. here we go again! keep the faith.

    petey has this one. believe it.

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