Source: http://ift.tt/1lL6Umd --- Sunday, October 01, 2017
(Paul Mirengoff) In September 1967, my parents drove me to Hanover, New Hampshire for my freshman year at Dartmouth. My father made it a two-day trip so we could experience the charm of small town New England. On the way, we encountered Baseball fever like I had never seen in Washington or New York. Every village and hamlet was buzzing about the Boston Red Sox and their quest to win the pennant after finishing in ninth place the year before. Red Sox fever didn’t extend to Dartmouth, with its geographically diverse student body. However, when the Red Sox played two must-win games against the Twins in the final weekend of the season just about everyone watching with me in the basement of McLane Hall was rooting for Boston, either out of regionally loyalty or because Boston was the underdog. I was the exception. My loyalty was with ex-Washington Senators Harmon Killebrew, Bob Allison, Earl Battey, Jim Kaat, and even Zoilo Versalles who, if memory serves, had tried to jump the team as a home sick teenager from Cuba. (John also lived in McLane Hall, but I hadn’t gotten to know him yet and can’t say (1) whether he was interested enough in Baseball to watch with us and (2) whether he had become a Twins fan yet). After the drama on Saturday, September 30, Sunday’s game was win-or-go-home for both teams. Both went with their ace, Dean Chance (20-13) for Minnesota and Jim Lonborg (21-9) for Boston. Chance was a long-time star. Lonborg had ...
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