We all have our dreams. For me it's sitting on the beach with a radio, an endless supply of shellfish, and listening to the Sox go 400 innings while pitching every ace they've ever had: Pedro, Tiant, Wood, Grove, Ferriss, Young, Ruth, Parnell. (I know I'm leaving someone out, but I just can't put my finger on it.) For some it's getting a seat at Thom's for a Sox/Yankees game. But, for many the dreams began in 1967 with the "Impossible Dream" season.
Yes, ultimately, the Sox lost the battle with the Cardinals, but '67 is often thought of as the beginning of Red Sox Nation. It was when New Englanders around the globe united in their morbidly Calvinist tendencies and found hope from a potato farmer, a dentist, and a kid from Revere. (Talk about Perseverance of the saints!)
It was 40 years ago that they made this run and tonight at Thom's at 7pm we're going to bring you the 40th anniversary documentary: "Impossible to Forget". Behold the Irresistible Grace of Thom's. We'll even have the filmmaker, Brett Rapkin, there. And, afterwards we'll put on the accompanying DVD of the penultimate game of the '67 season versus the Twins! Dare to dream again.
And speaking of Red Sox Nation, Professor Thom's has been named the home of the Red Sox in New York in the 2007 Red Sox Nation Annual. All card carrying members of RSN get this mag in the mail for joining. Flip through to read about Thom's and many of it's regulars including the omnipresent John Quinn. (If you don't have a copy ask to read the bar's copy.)
Next week it all begins anew when the first place Boston Red Sox invade the Bronx. Start your day at the BLOHARDs luncheon with Castiglione and a Red Sock to be named later. Then head down to Thom's early. Because you can forget about saving seats unless you're in the BLOHARDs or member of the NYCBRSMG. And even those seats are limited.
On September 6th come on by for our first annual New England Chowder cook-off featuring chowder from you, the regulars. Enter your chowder for prizes or just come to eat. Email for details.
To right the unrightable wrong,
To love pure and chaste from afar,
To try when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star.