A few days ago, we asked our listeners to send a photos & stories of when they met their favorite Red Sox players. As usual, everyone stepped up and we were flooded with emails. Out of the hundreds we received, here’s a select few. If you didn’t get a chance to send one in at the time we asked for them (or missed it completely), send ‘em over to us at firstname.lastname@example.org or tweet them @soxbooth and we will get them up at a later date…along with others that I haven’t gotten a chance to post. Enjoy!
Here’s a Tweet from one of our @soxbooth followers
My Dad and Johnny Pesky in 2006. They worked together in the 1950’s at an Oldsmobile dealership.
- Charlie Giacobbe
Love listening to your broadcast every morning (it’s 7:30am here in Perth, Australia). Here is a photo of myself with former Sox player Mike Avilles from when I flew to Boston for the Fenway 100 game. Great guy and great hospitality by the Sox!
- Cam Wedemeyer
We were in line for “Mickey’s Character Breakfast” in Orlando on 12/17/10, and in line behind us was Mike Lowell. No one in our party was going to disturb him as he was with his family, but mom couldn’t resist asking if he was really him. “I am!”, he boomed. He was the sweetest guy, and posed for pictures even though we were interrupting his vacation. People at the breakfast stopped us later to ask, “why did you want a picture with that guy?” Ahh, to be away from the spotlight. If it weren’t for us, at least.
-The Ellsworths, East Bridgewater (and Mom in Whitman), MA.
My favorite player of all time is Trot Nixon.
My 16 year old son, Mat, died from a brain tumor.
I was falling apart and searching for any reason I could find to live.
Both Trot and my family and me are from Wilmington, NC.
Trot allowed my second son, Mike, and me to visit with him outside the clubhouse. I was barely able to hold it together, but Trot was gracious and warm to my son and me. Seeing my other son happy for the first time in a almost a year (he understood what was happening to his brother) gave me reason to go on.
The following year, Trot and he wonderful wife Kathryn gave us tickets to a game and greeted us with great warmth. This gave me hope and helped me return to work. I am a physician and couldn’t work for a year. I would break down and cry every time I had to do a procedure in the hospital where I worked and Mat was treated. Kathryn even found tickets for us when four unexpected guests showed up and wanted to tag along.
Ever since, we make a pilgrimage to Fenway in the summer. It was the first thing that I allowed myself to find distraction and eventually fun in life with. I knew my son in heaven would approve of going to Fenway to see the Sox. He didn’t want us to hurt of morn his loss.
The normalcy of baseball and the warmth of the Nixon family helped me return to real life. It helped me want to heal. This in turn, helped my son have a father again.
Please let the Nixons know how much we appreciate them. They changed all our lives.
Joe Castiglione’s former student Shelby has interned for us here at Red Sox Radio back in our studios in Brighton for a few months. Unfortunately, Northeastern University’s semester has ended and today, Shelby’s internship has as well. Shelby’s done a great job for us this Spring, and hopefully she’ll be back with us in some capacity soon. I asked her to write up a blog for her final day and without further ado…here it is!
During the past couple months, I have been at Intern at WEEI. I have learned so much during my time here and have really enjoyed coming in each week. Throughout my time here, I have had the opportunity to cut and edit game highlights and player interviews. I have also gotten the chance to choose and edit music beds to be played during Celtics and Red Sox broadcast. I have been in contact with listeners when I have screen phone calls for The Planet Mikey Show. I have loved working as an intern on the production side of WEEI. But my favorite part of working here has been being directly involved in the Boston Sports Industry.
There is something about this city that you just can’t get enough of. Whether it’s the water of the Charles River or the never ending spirit of Boston sports fans, this city truly has something for everyone. I am constantly in awe of the place I call home.
Recently, a tragedy occurred in our beautiful city. A day that was filled with inspiration and encouragement turned into a day of tragedy when two bombs went off at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. If you have never been in Boston for Marathon Monday, the experience is something hard to explain. The streets surrounding the marathon route are filled with on lookers. Everyone in the city comes together to cheer on strangers and hope for a glimpse of someone they know running by. Schools are closed and many get off of work, the attention of everyone is on the Marathon.
As a college student many miles from home, I have never felt more connected to my adopted city then I have during this time. Boston came together. First responder’s immediately jumped to the scene. Spectators and other runners quickly began helping each other. Marathon runners continued to run to the nearest hospital to donate blood to those who were injured. About 6,000 people offered their homes up to the runners of the marathon who now had no place to go. If this occurred in another city, its resistance might not have come together in the way Bostonians did. But, as always, Boston managed to surpass my expectations.
In a city where its sports teams are the heart and soul of many who live there, it is no surprise that in a time of need Boston turned to its home teams. I was fortunate enough to go to Red Sox game the day following the arrest of the second marathon bomber. The love that filled Fenway on that day was above all else. Fans representing Watertown and the Boston Police Department through their clothing filled the stands. Everyone felt connected in the stadium. The opening ceremony was so inspiring. I watched as victims, first responders, volunteers and police officers were recognized on the field. Even from my seats, I could see the pride they were feeling. Because of the Red Sox game thousands of people shared in the feeling of their pride. Pride not only for what they had individually accomplished, but for the entire city of Boston.
Seeing what the Red Sox does for this city was an unbelievable experience. I have always known that Boston was a city known for its sports, but it was until this past weekend in Fenway that I truly understood why. The Red Sox allowed fans to come together, to share in a moment of despair followed but time to connect and look towards too future. In short, the Red Sox helped fans to heal.
As my time as an intern comes to a close, I have never been more proud to work for WEEI. As I sat in Fenway, I saw thousands of the Boston Strong Poster’s being held up. Who else but WEEI would have sponsored them? At that moment I was so proud not only to call Boston my home, but to be a WEEI intern.
MINNEAPOLIS -- John Farrell and Torey Lovullo looked down toward the Twins bullpen. They saw some stirring, as Minnesota lefty reliever Brian Duensing had grabbed a ball and tossed it a few times.
"This is a smart team, in terms of guys knowing the game, how it's to be played, what situations call for." -- Red Sox manager John Farrell after his team's 3-2, 10-inning win over Minnesota Friday night.
ST. PETERSBURG, Fla. -- Thursday night could have had a very different twist.
ST. PETERSBURG, Fla. -- He is the constant. When he does not feel good, he contributes. When no one else is hitting, he often is the one who seems intent on singlehandedly pulling the team out of its adversity. If there is a player who can be described as doing something every day to help his team win, he is it.