This is a picture my mom recently found, of Fred Lynn (as if any Sox fan of the past 40 years needs that pointed out!), my childhood friend Amy S., and me, at the Fens. It hung on my wall, above my bed, for the bulk of my junior high school, high school, and college years and was mothballed when my parents re-did my room after I moved out, with my Sox and Bruins pennants and most other sports paraphernalia banished to the attic. Luckily this one survived.
For a few years running we were able to get down on the field via the Sox' press secretary, a friend of my grandfather's, and get a picture snapped. In 1974 at the age of 5 I got a moment with Yaz (Mom needs to start digging to find that one, though I know it still exists!), in 1980 it was Freddie during his last year with the Sox. Lynn was, with Pudge Fisk, in my top two, though a pretty distant second.
Sartorially the Sox uniform still does the trick, quite obviously. Amy wisely chose an outfit that easily stands the test of time, conservative and mature. But what the hell was up with my choice of a wide-banded white-collared navy blue cardigan? Fenway security should have turned me away — for the Yankee colors alone.