When I was in first grade I had a shirt with a illustration of Roger Maris on it, celebrating the record 61 homers he hit in 1961. I did not buy this shirt for myself, obviously. I was seven years old, my net worth was about $11, and I had never even considered where clothes came from (they just came with the house my parents bought, maybe??) But my mom, who did not know anything about baseball and still largely doesn’t, knew that I loved the game. I assume she grabbed it off the rack at Building #19 one day, knowing that seven-year-old-me — who at that time was blissfully unaware of the Red Sox-Yankees rivalry — would cherish anything with a baseball on it.
Raffy Goes for the Record
