Johnny Pesky, a major-league infielder for ten years (eight with the Red Sox) and a member of the Red Sox organization for 57 years, will have his #6 jersey retired by Boston on Friday night, joining the jerseys of Bobby Doerr, Joe Cronin, Carl Yastrzemski, Williams and Carlton Fisk.
While there's no denying the man's accomplishments, of course, this is a somewhat unusual move for the Red Sox as Pesky doesn't meet the stated requirement-- membership in the Baseball Hall of Fame-- for such an honor.
"If I let myself get hung up on doing things that had any actual chance of success, I'd never do anything!"
The rules for retirement were drafted by prior ownership, not handed down as an addendum to the 10 Commandments. Plus, the prior rules were tweaked to get Fisk's number retired, as he didn't fall under 2 of the 3 categories, they just needed an excuse to have a Fisk Day to bang out the park. Glad to see Pesky's number retired while he is still alive.
I always thought this was a bit of a draconian rule for the BoSox to enforce all of these years. I mean, Joe Carter wasn't a HOFer, but there was no way in hell the Blue Jays weren't going to retire his number.
Pesky deserves it, good for him.
“How is it that I am a good actor? What I do is I... pretend to be the person I’m portraying. You’re confused. Case in point: in Lord of the Rings, Peter Jackson comes to me and says ‘I would like you to be Gandalf the Wizard,’ and I said ‘You are aware that I am not really a wizard?’ and Peter Jackson said ‘I would like you to use your acting skills to portray a wizard for the duration of the show.’ So I said ‘Okay’ and then I said to myself ‘Mmm.. How do I do that?’ And this is what I did: I imagined that I was a wizard, and then I pretended, and acted, in that way on the stage. How did I know what to say? The words were written down for me in a script. How did I know where to stand? People told me where to stand." -- Sir Ian McKellen, Extras
Franklin is in front of 51. I used to sit in row 1 of 51, but my girlfriend got run over by some over-zealous Cubs fans for a ball that Sosa threw into the stands. Poetic justice: I got the ball, and it is on display on my girlfriend's TV.