Knox The Hatter
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Mine would be a doubleheader at Yankee Stadium in 1967, against the "Impossible Dream" Red Sox. It was a very gray day, and I sat there with my dad, and my uncle, who was (and still is) one of the world's great chatterboxes. This, I imagine, was a special year for Red Sox fans, not the least of which was the fact that in this pennant season, the Yankees were as far from being a factor in the race as they'd ever been...Boston fought with Minnesota, Chicago, and Detroit in a four-way race at the end.
Mickey Mantle was in the outfield that day, surrounded by some very strange, very inferior faces in that Yankee lineup, in those sad post-dynasty days.
Mickey Mantle was in the outfield that day, surrounded by some very strange, very inferior faces in that Yankee lineup, in those sad post-dynasty days.
I was 10 and my father took me to see the St. Louis Cardinals football team vs. the Philadelphia Eagles that when football was played out doors like it should be, in the cold. At the time Stl was winning by 1 point at half time. The Eagles brought in their BAREFOOT kicker; I only remember his last name Franklin. He attempted a 55 yard kick in the cold with the wind blowing in his face.



