Re: Favorite Reds Memories/Why are you a Reds fan?
My root to fandom began in '64. I was growing up in Queens, N.Y. and my Mom, recently divorced, began dating a man (whom she married) from the midwest. Although he was raised in Woodsfield, Ohio (even went to Ohio St. before he enlisted 2 days after his birthday, Dec. 7).
However, his relatives were from Mo. and Ark., so he grew up a Cardinal fan. I was 6 yrs. old and a tad anti social, so the Cardinals seemed a logical choice. That didn't go over well with my Yankee schoolmates and I have the scars to prove it. I did get pretty good with a knife (yes, 6 yr. olds carried knives in Queens back in the 60s).
I naturally gravitated to the football Cardinals (who I still follow in the desert) and the Blues. St.Louis didn't have a basketball team, so I chose whichever team won the rights to this guy I saw play at Power Memorial High School, whose name was Lew Alcindor. Been a Bucks fan (sigh) ever since.
As for my best moment, it's a tough call. I am a sports fan first, a team fan second. I've been fortunate to be at a lot of prolific games, not all involving my favorite teams.
As good as Super Bowl XIII was, the best ever as far as I'm concerned (Pittsburgh 35 Dallas 31), I have to go with the Buckner game in the '86 World Series.
A bunch of us (6) took a limo to the game, 4 Met fans, 1 Sox fan and me. The seats were split 4-2, so I sat with the Sox fan, who was a professional boxer, albeit not a good one.
The best part of the night was, obviously, the last couple innings. My Met buddies got dejected, and left the stadium in the 7th inning to drain the bar in the limo. When the Mets started their comeback and made it close, my pals rushed back to the stadium to get back in, but were denied re-entry.
As bad as I felt for the Sox fan I was with, I have never failed to let the Mets guys forget that they stood outside and missed one of the most historic moments in baseball history.
I was at game 6 of the NLCS against the Mets, but missed the historic game 7 because I gave my tickets to a friend who was a Met fan, as was his kid, who had never been to a game.
Anyway, it's great to read stories from passionate fans, despite the team affiliation. We are all truly blessed to live in a country where we can embrace sports as a significant part of our lives.
We can share the women, we can share the wine.