Now that Jim’s in the Hall and we had a Joslin appointment yesterday, this seems like a perfect time to reprise blogging, which is apparently tracking the same as my workout habit – feast, then famine.
While Remy and Don rule the booth, Rice is the greatest sports commentator behind the desk. This guy is a bonafide star. His analysis is sometimes surprising, sometimes funny and the fashion is second to none. Oh, and apparently he was quite a moonshot hittin’, green monster mastering left fielder, too. (I love those crazy left field hitting machines.) Having spent his entire career with the Sox and continuing with the team in various roles since retirement, I predict we’ll see #14 hanging soon in Fenway. Congrats to the baseball writers for finally getting this one right.
And though Reagan’s attention span is more suited to Nick sitcoms than 9 innings of baseball these days, she definitely has a memory suited to players and stats, past and present. She was about 8 when she watched Fever Pitch and piped up, “Hey, there’s Jim Rice!” Proud moments in parenting…
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