One of my all time favorite TV stimuli is the one that says “Sox on Fox”. When I had a house, I could have a dish that got me Fox TV from Boston on which I watched the Red Sox play. The show was promo-ed as “Sox on Fox”. Dr. Seuss was a native of Massachusetts, albeit from the westerner end at Springfield, so the homage is just. While near Springfield last weekend, I got my Red Sox hat – the Boston Rob one with the velcro back. That takes a bit away from it. Like the little Nike logo. I can carefully snip away the embroidered Nike swoop, like we used to with logo dress whirts when they first came out in the early 80s. I can’t, however, snip away the Boston Rob-ness.
I have had many hats. As a diaper wearer, I had a Toronto Maple Leafs minor league hat. I sat in the Fenway bleachers in 1973 in my Expos hat watching Luis Tiant. I still have a wool Atlanta Braves retro one I bought in the early ’80s because I did not wear it as much as the lemon yellow Bardall oil mesh hat I loved so much then. I often admired the 1970’s red hat, black brim Sox hat but never had one. But I like my new all black one. Nike was good enough to even put a lable inside that says “Genuine Merchandise”. You gotta love it when it is genuine.
All of this to point out that despite my lack of access to Sox on Fox and Gerry Remy‘s dulcet tones, this weekend and next I get to watch the Jays get smoked over and over by the Sox, starting tonight with a homestand in the second awfulest place on earth to watch baseball – the Skydome. The worstest apparently is in Montreal but I have never been. After sundown tonight, I will hunt out a fading WTIC 1080 for the later innings audio to synch with the Jay’s homie video.