Bob Lobel: Remembering a Season Like No Other

By Bob Lobel (@boblobel)

It's a lock for me: Sandy Leon should be the starting All-Star catcher. Done like dinner. 

More on slammin’ Sandy later, but there are other fish to fry. Most, if not all of you reading this, were not born 75 years ago. Close, but not me either.

Bob Lobel: The Day I Saw Ted Williams Cry

By Bob Lobel  @boblobel

I saw Ted Williams cry. 

There is a chance that outside of his immediate family and closest friends, I have been one of the few. He was not the crying type. 

There have been many ways to describe Ted Williams, from nicknames, to brutal descriptions of his personal vendettas and temper, to his enormous generosity toward the less fortunate. His courage and patriotism were also legendary, as were his prodigious baseball numbers.

Selfish and selfless at the same time, but not a crier. He might be the greatest hitter that ever lived, but not the crier that I witness on the last day I saw him in the spring of 2002, the year that he died.  

Bob Lobel: Boston's Red Seat and Behind the Scenes at Fenway

By Bob Lobel  @boblobel

I don’t quite know what to do with this photo except to admire it and try to add some meaning to its simplicity and beauty.

It was taken by a good friend, Laura Sinclair, with whom I share a Christmas Eve birthday. It was taken earlier this year and is, of course, the seat  that supposedly was hit by the longest home run at Fenway park, well up into the right field bleachers.

It says the next big thing, if you will, that one individual can change the landscape for many, if that one individual is either in the right place at the right time through fate, or that individual is willing to be different and willing to stand alone in their beliefs or accomplishments.