June 13, 2012
I was born in Wilmington, NC; however I grew up in Winston-Salem. I came to the Raleigh area after college in the 70's. I started working at Grifols (then Cutter Labs) in 1979. I've been in Raleigh for almost 40 years.
I was at the Doctor's office last week. I was examined by a Nurse Practioner from New England. I've been referred to a Dr. @ Mass General. My first thought was: "Wow, I'm just across the Charles River from Fenway. I could probably catch a game or three while I'm in Boston". When I said that I was a Red Sox fan, the nurse started to cheer. Then she told me that the Triangle Red Sox Nation was the largest in the United States. At that point, I knew that I wanted to meet some like minded people.
As I noted above, I got to go to a Boston Red Sox v. Winston-Salem Red Sox game when I was 12. I think Butch Hobson was playing third. The sheriff of Forsyth County was Ernie Shore. The game was played at Ernie Shore Field. Only later did I find out that Ernie Shore was a great pitcher for the Sox. At any rate, I got Frank Malzone's autograph, and I was hooked. I started listening to the W-S Sox on WSJS. To this day, I'm still mad at Rusty Staub because he hit Mike Andrews in the back with the ball. I've had my share of disappointments, but I still remember the last person to win the Triple Crown in 1967.
The more I read, the more I think of Ted Williams. In my time, I'd guess my favorite player was Nomar. He was a dirt dog. I was pleased when he got a full World Series share in 2004. I also followed Trot Nixon. I went to the old DAP and watched him playing for Salem. Another hard-nosed dirt dog.
I'm Rick. I've been a Red Sox fan since 1964. For my twelfth birthday, my Dad took me and a few friends to the the Boston Red Sox play the Winston-Salem Red Sox. I got Frank Malzone's autograph. I was hooked.
I'm prejudiced towards Red Sox fans. Being the shy sort, I mostly kept to myself, but everyone I met was very nice. Going into the evening, I was worried that everyone would be "different". But, they were just regular folks. All united in their disdain for the Bronx Bumblers.