Red Sox fandom began during the Red Sox vs Reds 1975 WS.
My grandmother was a Detroit Tiger and Cincinnati Reds fan.
She sat me down to watch game 5, telling me that “we” were Reds fans. Ok.
Reds won the game, she was happy, I was happy.
Game 6 was in Fenway. Pregame, the camera scanned Fenway park. The odd nooks and crannies of the stadium, the Monster. Then looked at those red, home white, and blue uniforms. Told grandma I was a Red Sox fans.
She tried correcting me, saying I was a Reds fan. When I rebelled (shocker) she told me that would change. Nope.
As for the jacket to Frank1.
1: It is too big for me now that 20 pounds of Anger Laced Corporate Fat is off of me.
2: Wanted it to go to a good room. When I was sexting … texting Frank, learned the jacket would better fit him than me.
3: He’s a legit fan.
4: I aspire to be a better man. Directionally, Frank is better man than I am. I aspire to do better. He is more who I want to be. (Although I’m not switching from Sequel to Prequel).
Peace be with you, Frank.
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