For Fishhead - A letter from a young Dwight Evans fan.
I was 7 or 8 years old and I was at Fenway with a friend. I was close enough to the Pesky Pole to spit on it. It wasn't my first game at Fenway but it's the game I like to remember the way you'd remember your first. It was special.
I saw the game, I don't remember who was playing and I don't even remember who won. What I remember is Dwight Evans.
There was a man on second and I'm pretty sure there was an out or two. The game was definitely close. I didn't really see the swing being as short as I was back then but I remember seeing a wormburner of a hit. It touched ground for the first time as it passed the first baseman and rolled right past Dewey into the corner. Unfortunately he had been cheating a bit toward left so he didn't exactly get to the ball in record time. It felt like it was sitting in that corner only feet away for hours. Either that runner on second was the slowest runner in history or time stopped just for the Red Sox because when Evans picked up that ball he still had a chance.
I could hear him grunt when he threw it. It was the sound of a cannon being fired.
The runner never had a chance. The catcher had the ball while the runner was still a step and a half away. I don't think that toss had any arc on it whatsoever. It was the greatest throw I've ever seen in my life.
I'm sure I'll never see another like it again.