The evening started beautifully. Dinner at a nice steakhouse. Pleasant ambience. Good conversation. This was about two years ago, and I was dating a woman who did not understand, but nonetheless tolerated, my addiction to Red Sox baseball.
The steakhouse was divided into two sections - a dining room and a bar area. I selected a table in the bar area, where a television screen was conveniently located over the side of the table where my date was sitting. I didn't tell her that the Red Sox and Yankees were playing. In fact, I think I deserve credit for taking her out for a classy dinner when "the rivalry" game was on TV.
The arrangement was ideal. I could have a conversation with my date, and at the same time monitor the TV screen. Perhaps my plan would have worked better if the Red Sox had been playing someone else - like the Orioles or Royals - but this was the Red Sox and Yankees. How could I devote my full attention to my girlfriend across the table when a crucial mid-season game was broadcast on the TV above her left shoulder?
I must say that I admirably attempted to focus on the topic of conversation, which probably had something to do with some issue at her office or some disagreement with a girlfriend. It was two years ago, so I can't remember. I do recall that the Red Sox won that game, though. It was in the late innings, and Kevin Youkilis delivered a base hit to lift the Sox ahead. "Yes!" I exclaimed. "I know!" she responded, apparently thinking I was addressing her latest story. Soon, though, she caught my eyes staring at the TV screen and knew that my response was related to the game.
"Have you listened to a word I have said," she asked. "And why didn't you tell me that the Red Sox and Yankees were playing?"
So goes a day in my life. Hi! I'm Jeff Louderback, and I'm a Red Sox-aholic. I'm not unlike many men and women who compose the most fervent and loyal fan base of any team in any professional sport. Red Sox Nation is vast, and it is passionate, even moreso than fan bases of the Yankees, Steelers (the football team which I have followed my whole life), Celtics (my lifelong NBA favorite) and the Lakers. The story of how I became a Red Sox fan - which led to my current addiction, the creation of Sox and Pinstripes and the Red Sox Minor League Guidebook and a baseball-themed travel web site that will debut early next year - is unique.
I was born and raised in Xenia, Ohio - a small town located near Dayton and Cincinnati in southwest Ohio. I am 41, so when I started following baseball in 1975, the Big Red Machine was a powerhouse. In the summer of 1975, my parents took me to my first ballgame - the Reds versus the Padres at Riverfront Stadium on the banks of the Ohio River in Cincinnati. Even at a young age - I was 7 - I loved the underdog. Everyone was rooting for the Reds. I liked to be different, so I embraced the Padres, a team that had no winning tradition and had just entered the league as an expansion team six years earlier. I'm an only child, and like so many only children, I had a creative imagination. The next morning, I awakened early and reenacted the previous night's game with a wiffle ball and bat in my backyard - by myself. My love for baseball was born.
My interest in the game escalated as I attended more Reds games - rooting for the opposing team each time - and accompanying my dad to his softball games. That fall, the Reds reached the World Series. Their opponent? The Boston Red Sox.
The first World Series game I remember watching is arguably the best Fall Classic game ever played. It was Game Six at Fenway Park. The game continued into extra innings, and though it was past midnight and I had to be in school the next morning, my dad let me stay up to watch with him. In the bottom of the 12th inning, Reds reliever Pat Darcy threw a meaty pitch to Carlton Fisk, who launched a drive deep into the New England night. Fisk waved the ball fair and leapt up and down as it caromed off the foul pole that now bears his name. The Red Sox won, sending the World Series to a Game Seven.
Even though the Sox lost that Game Seven - in heartbreaking fashion, 4-3 - I was hooked. The aura of the Green Monster. Scrappy players like Fisk, Dwight Evans, Luis Tiant, Bernie Carbo and Rico Petrocelli. The next afternoon, I was in my backyard - again by myself - pretending to be Carlton Fisk hitting the dramatic home run.
At the time, it was difficult to follow a team so far away and in another league. There was no Internet in the 70s. No ESPN or MLB.com. No Boston Globe and Boston Herald at my fingertips. I was forced to get my Red Sox information from box scores in the morning newspaper, the Game of the Week on Saturday, and highlights from This Week in Baseball, which was a must-see show on Saturday afternoons for every baseball fan. It was easier to follow the Padres, which I did for much of my childhood, even though they were usually awful.
My interest in the Red Sox continued from my elementary school years through high school, but it ascended to a new level in 1986, when I graduated from high school. That, of course, was the year the Sox were one strike away from winning their first World Series championship since 1918, but lost Game Six thanks to a myriad of blunders (that extend beyond Bill Buckner's error) and then Game Seven to the New York Mets. It was my third bout with heartbreak as a Red Sox fan. The first being their loss in Game Seven of the 1975 World Series and the second afflicted when Bucky Dent hit the home run in the one-game playoff between the Sox and Yankees in 1978, yet my passion for the team grew.
In college, I frequently attended Red Sox games in Cleveland and Detroit. I made my first pilgrimage to Fenway Park in 1988, and felt much like that scene from "Rudy" when Ned Beatty's character says of Notre Dame Stadium, "This is the most beautiful place these eyes have seen."
I was a communication major in college at Wright State University in Dayton. I served as the sports editor of the school newspaper, worked as a freelancer for area newspapers and completed public relations internships. After college, I worked as a sports writer for the Xenia Daily Gazette, covering high school and college sports, and periodically writing about the Reds and Bengals. I covered many Reds games the year they won the World Series in 1990. Eventually, I moved onto other positions in the journalism field before entering public relations and freelancing on the side. I have written and continue to author many baseball features (and travel and lifestyle features, human interest feature and personality profiles) for regional and national publications.
In February 2007, I had an idea for a site devoted to the Red Sox and Yankees. I had corresponded with Vince through other baseball blogs, and asked him if he wanted to serve as the Yankees writer and moderator. He agreed, and Sox and Pinstripes was born. My work as editor and Red Sox writer and moderator of Sox and Pinstripes has evolved into columns about the Red Sox minor league system for sites like Comcast SportsNet New England, and now I am writing a Red Sox Minor League Guidebook for 2010 and coordinating the launch of a baseball-themed travel web site which will debut in February.
Yes, I am addicted to Red Sox baseball. It is not just a game to me, but a lifestyle. I have other interests such as travel and history. I love visiting quirky roadside attractions, visiting museums, watching documentaries, attending concerts and embarking on adventures. And for the past five years I have worked for myself as an independent writer and publicist for companies nationwide, and a freelance writer for publications. Yet my passion is Red Sox baseball. I'm much like Jimmy Fallon's character in the movie "Fever Pitch," with the exception that I do not have Red Sox bedsheets and my wardrobe is more extensive than Red Sox apparel alone. All four walls of my home office are adorned in Red Sox memoraibilia, photos, signs and banners, and I have a six-foot long Red Sox banner on order that I will hang in my living room amid all of my lighthouse photos and memorabilia.
Red Sox baseball is a year-round sport for me, so it is natural that I delved into a site like Sox and Pinstripes and ventures like the Red Sox Minor League Guidebook and the baseball-themed travel web site. Though I do not let how the Red Sox are playing impact my relationships and my work, I do admit that the first thing I think about when I awaken is how the team played the night before, and what they need to do to win later that day.
When the Red Sox lose, it literally hurts - like a punch in the stomach. As a longtime baseball fan, I recognize that even in a season when your team is very good, it will lose at least 58-62 times. This season, for example, the Sox were streaky, but they were still one of the better teams in baseball. They finished with a wild card berth and a 95-67 record. That means there were 67 mornings that I awakened aggravated about what happened in the previous game and hopeful that the current day's result would bring a better feeling.
As a creative professional with ADD, my mind is affixed on multiple subjects when I go to bed and when I wake up in the morning. What are the day's priorities for my myriad of writing and PR projects? The refrigerator is barren. When will I head to the grocery store and stock up? Will it be a morning or evening workout at the Y? I missed Desperate Housewives last night. What happened in the latest episode? (I'm kidding on that one. Alright, maybe I'm not).
Inevitably, though, my mind drifts to the Red Sox. How can Theo Epstein find a way to unload David Ortiz or Mike Lowell to make room for a big bat? Will the Sox bring back Jason Bay or sign Matt Holliday? What can the Sox do to convince Jason Varitek to retire so they can acquire a backup catcher who can get a hit and throw out a baserunner? Why won't Theo Epstein return my calls? I've left 20 voice mail messages chock full of trade suggestions and recommendations for free agent signings. I'm beginning to think he is avoiding me!
I was forced to think about the off-season after the Red Sox lost Game Three last Sunday in shocking fashion, allowing the Angels to complete a three-game sweep and abruptly ending Red Sox baseball in 2009. I feel like I have lost my best friend - for the next five months, at least. To make matters worse, the Yankees advanced to the ALCS. If they reach the World Series and win, you might as well walk through my door and stab me in the heart.
Ask people who know me well and I think they will tell you that I'm a nice guy, an intent listener (yes, even with my ADD, as long as you are saying something interesting) and a good conversationalist. Yet several of my friends are convinced that I need a woman who is equally passionate about the Red Sox. To that I say, "Nah, I have many other interests. She doesn't have to be a Red Sox fan, or even like baseball, as long as she does not like the Yankees and can tolerate my Red Sox addiction."
Part of this tolerance is related to understanding my mindset from April to October. I find it difficult to pull my attention away from the Red Sox. I have media credentials to some games, and watch others via my MLB Extra Innings package at home, or with friends at a sports bar or in person at Fenway Park, Tropicana Field or another ballpark.
Last month, I met a group of friends at a wine bar in Orlando. During the evening, I struck up a conversation with a beautiful and friendly woman who was not aware that my cell phone was showing the Red Sox-Orioles game. I found it challenging to simultaneously focus on the conversation and the cell phone screen that would flash every time the screen would refresh on 30-second intervals. I had to know, will Clay Buchholz continue shutting down the Orioles? Will the Red Sox offense score enough runs? Are the Yankees losing?
As evidenced by the personal essays I write about my life on Facebook and on Sox and Pinstripes, I am an open book who has no problem laughing at himself. Yes, I am a Red Sox-aholic, and I will not soon recover from my addiction. As Jack Nicholson said in "As Good As It Gets," go sell crazy somewhere else; we're all stocked up here!
Recent Comments