Boyhood memories branded into my brain. Really a great stretch from 63-67 to be a Sox fan in town. The Northside was in a tailspin and the Sox flying among the elite squads of MLB. Pitching and defence were the orders of the day. Not much heavy artillery, so it all came down to fundamentals and mistakes and figernails chewed down to the quick.
64: came down to those 10 losses to the Yanks early in the year. Take 5 of those and the Sox have Vin Scully waxing about Peters and his drop off curve. Phils take a game down the stretch and we'd get to see this kid called 'Richie" Allen... Not to be
67: Looking at the schedule and seeing the Nats and A's and thinking, "Hey, we got a steak on a silver platter", only to taste the bitter bite of burned beans as each game painfully escaped victory was heartbreaking for a kid to say the least. (I should have been ready for it, primed by the High Flying Hawks unheard of early humiliation by those Leafs in April). Yup, 67 a year of very High "High's" and very Low "Lows" in Chicagoland.
Big Klu says... "When you step in the box you go to war"..