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By Carroll Trainum
The first week of August marked the 11th anniversary of a life-changing event for me. My wife and I were married in 2002 and went to Boston on our honeymoon. During a failed attempt to see a Red Sox game at Fenway Park, we bought Boston Red Sox ball caps outside on Yawkey Way. We were tourists, not baseball fans— much less Sox fans. Those hats changed things for us from then on.
Almost ten years ago, the Hook published my essay, "Sox Lid: A Hat is Not Just a Hat." In it, I recounted the saga of my ball cap—how it got the attention of the then long-suffering “Red Sox Nation” (Boston fans) wherever I went, and how that community accepted me as a fellow sufferer. (It’s been said that “being a Red Sox fan is an illness.”) My essay ended in 2003 as a Yankee fan heckled me after Boston pitcher Pedro Martinez lost the AL series to New York. I realized then that I was bonafide Red Sox Fan. Much has happened since then and— for me— the catalyst was a Red Sox Hat.
2004 was a red letter year for the Boston Red Sox. The American League Championship Series pitted Boston against New York, one of the fiercest rivalries in all of sports. Boston lost the first three games of a best-of-seven series and needed to win the next four games; a f...