Oil Can Boyd!
When my father knew I would be an asshole (and a moment he shares proudly using this phrase):
1987 or so. Red Sox are playing the Blue Jays (which: timely!) and I’m a young lad in the bleachers before they let the yuppies in. Game goes to extras and the Sox are holding their own, and they bring in Bob Stanley.
I shout, at the top of my 7 year old lungs: “Fuck it! They brought in Stanley. Let’s go home.”
Dad grabs my hand and we walk out, to the cheers of all the guys surrounding us. When we showed up the next night, I don’t think me or my father had to buy a beer. Good thing he and mom were already divorced.
Also, I wrote this after and Oil Can post because he was my favorite pitcher of that era (even before Clemens), and, well, if you’re given the chance to tell that story, how relevant does it really have to be?
