THE DAY­CARE CENTER CALLED FENWAY­R­US

Originally published September 17, 1989, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe It's Sunday and I'm trying to be charitable but it's awfully difficult because the Red Sox are still around like Uncle Harold, the cranky know­it­all who never knew when to go home. I hate to say it, but I'm [...]

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GAME’S ETERNAL SUMMER WARMS A WINTRY WORLD

Originally published October 7, 1990, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe In the ballpark the other night, not many wanted to move after Brunansky made his marvelous catch and the fact that so many voted with their feet ­­ standing still in a stadium rather than head toward the reality [...]

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OF TWO HEROES, FOREVER YOUNG

Originally published February 27, 1990, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe It was a big weekend for obituaries. Johnnie Ray, the singer, and Malcolm Forbes, the publisher, disappeared from the stage. Vinnie Teresa, the mob stoolie, died of unnatural causes ­­ an illness. And Gen. James Gavin, along with Tony Conigliaro, [...]

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SHUT UP, MIKE, AND PERFORM

Originally published April 19, 1990, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe   Mr. Michael Greenwell of Fort Myers, Fla., and Yawkey Way is upset at the way his baseball team, the Boston Red Sox, is portrayed in the newspapers. Mr. Greenwell thinks reporters are unfair, too negative and don't spend enough [...]

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SHUT UP, MIKE, AND PERFORM

Just quit complaining

Originally published October 1, 1991, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe A friend of mine from San Francisco called yesterday to gloat about the demise of the Red Sox and wonder whether or not baseball fans across New England had shed any tears on their pillow after Sunday's brutal loss [...]

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Red Sox guilty of larceny

Originally published July 25, 1991, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe I was out there again yesterday, trying real hard, which is what I always do, but, in the end, the thing I thought I had went south so, toward dusk, I returned to my dingy little hole in the Globe [...]

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The game to remember

Originally published October 29, 1991, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe I've been to three heavyweight title fights and two Super Bowls. Once, I stood at the rail for the Kentucky Derby. I've seen several NBA championship games and attended the NCAA finals. I've traveled to Williamsport and Cooperstown, too. I've watched the Stanley [...]

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The game’s the thing

Originally published August 6, 1991, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe In 1949, I saw my first baseball game at Fenway Park. I don't recall a whole lot about it other than the fact that my father took me. In the years since, I have wasted an awful lot of time watching [...]

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A game for the ageless

Originally published April 14, 1992, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe Yesterday was no day to play baseball and the Red Sox went right out and proved it, losing to Baltimore 8­6 on a five­parka afternoon. It was an odd event, an opener conducted in weather colder than a Patriots [...]

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