As a child of the 1980s, that decade holds a special place in my heart when it comes to many things, not just baseball. As far as the Boston Red Sox are concerned, those years will always have a lot of meaning for me, especially the year 1986. That magical season, which ended in horrific fashion, was the year I became a lifelong fan of both the game of baseball and the Red Sox.
I was six years in old in 1986 and was getting ready to play my first season of Little League after doing tee ball the year before.