The greatest game there ever was...

I vividly remember, still to this day, watching Game 6 of the
1975 World Series, at my parent's house. At the end, I was all alone. Neither my sister nor Mom really cared about sports, and my Dad, just to torment me I think, used to refer to my team as the "Red Flops".

So there I was, all alone, late into the night, watching my BoSox go down into history for creating the best basball game in the history of basball. Some little or well known fun facts and memories about my fav team and the fabled '75 season.

I had a Border Collie I used to call Yaz named after Captain Carl. I loved that dog more than Yastrzemski himself.

Louis Tiant's twisted pitching delivery, where he gyrated and turned his back on the plate and faced center field before slinging in high speed cheese and breaking stuff to the befuddled Reds hitters.

Bill Lee used to munch Pot Brownies while he jogged in to Fenway on his days to pitch

Berni Carbo, who tied game 6 in the bottom of the 8th inning, revealed, in a 2010 ESPN interview, that he was high on alcohol and drugs when he hit the histoic homer. He also, on his home run trot, reportedly taunted Reds 3rd baseman Pete Rose, by saying "Hey Pete, don't you wish you were that strong?".

In the bottom of the 12th inning, we all remember Carlton Fisk hitting the game winning homer off Red's Pat Darcy. We all remember how he seemed to 'will' the ball fair as it boinked off the left field foul pole. Well, I was just reading in an interview that NBC camerman Lou Gerard, who was posted in the left field Green Monster stands, didn't intend to capture Fisk's now famous gesticulation as his ball sailed into the misty Boston night. The job of the cameraman, in this instance, was to track the flight of the ball as it sailed out of the park. Instead, however, he said he was temporarily distracted by the sight of a rat near his post. He lost track of the ball and instead zoomed in on Fisk, who magically it seemed, waved the ball out of Fenway and into highlight heaven. Good old Fenway Park.

I still remember to this day, as the stoic Vermonter Fisk rounded the bases, myself doing a silent St. Vitus dance of joy in my parent's living room,not wanting to wake everyone up, stifling my whoops of "YES" and thanking the good lord Jeebus for letting my Red Sox win.

Then I remember the next day the Red Sox win and take the historic series from the Cincinati Reds 3 games to 4. Of course my memories may be a bit hazy on that one.

Anyhow, keep your stick on the ball and your eye on the ice.