I got home tonight just in time to tune into the last coupla outs in the 9th inning of the Sox-Sox game. What gives? The Beantown Boys're down in the series 2-zip. Having finally overcome the Curse of the Bambino, they seem to be faced with a much more formidable foe - the ghost of Shoeless Joe Jackson. Methinks yer boys're toast!
>Vern, I don't think I've ever met a European with your interest in (and
>knowledge of) MLB.
Knowledgeable I'm not - I've met so many fans with almost photographic memories full of every stat and player conceivable that it's scary.
My Dad lived for many years in NY, Boston and Toronto, he took me to my first game in 78. I understood nothing (except my father insisted that Jim Rice was the second coming, and that it was my moral duty to hate the Yankees) but was hooked. Yankees beat Boston 15-3!
The World Series was shown on UK TV between ca. 85 and 90, poor Bill Buckner even made headline news there! And Kirk Gibson's homer is still etched on my mind from that time.
DVDs and the net make it accessible for everyone, amen. Must confess I now even prefer baseball to cricket, sorry Dad...
It's a sweep now. Here in Scandinavia it is known as the curse of Swede Risberg Do you know what happened here when the White Sox last won the World Series in 1917? Finland became independent. In addition, the only Finnish player ever to play in MLB pitched in two games for White Sox in 1921.
So although baseball is not that popular in Europe, there is more than meets the eye and we definately should cheer for White Sox.