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Herb Crehan is in his 22nd season as a Contributing Writer and he has written more than 125 feature articles for RED SOX MAGAZINE. He has authored three books on the Red Sox, including The Impossible Dream 1967 Red Sox: Birth of Red Sox Nation, which was released in November 2016, and contributed to five others. He speaks frequently in the Boston area on Red Sox history. He is the publisher of this website, which is dedicated to the preservation of Boston baseball history. Comments and suggestions for future articles may be submitted at his website www.bostonbaseballhistory.com

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  1. Mary T. Lanning Loiselle January 9, 2017 at 4:59 pm | | Reply

    I was a teenager when Yaz came into the Majors, it was Yaz, Schilling and Schwall, I believe he was friends with Chuck Schilling, 2nd base because they both came from New York.
    In 1968 I belonged to the BoSox Club and went on a charter to see the 68 Red Sox in Winter Haven, Florida.
    I remember one steaming hot day and the game was over and I was determined to get a autograph or maybe a photo of him, I saw him leaving the field and I yelled,”Yaz”, he didn’t turn over right away but then He stopped looked back and I, like the devoted fan I was (I was 21 then, said I know your tired, but please sign my book? He came back toward the field and did sign my book and then I had my friend take a picture of him, well I also have him on Super 8 cuz I filmed the games while we were there. I thought wow, he could have ignored me and beat it to the clubhouse, but he stopped like he knew I was for real and loved the Red Sox. P. S. Russ Gibson was their catcher and I worked with his Mother but never got to meet him in person cuz he told his Mother I was so young and it wouldn’t look good, so he had someone bring me a autograph baseball to my hotel room. His Mother had called him and told him that I was there and he better to what she said. lol
    Also went back in 1969. Memories that I never will forget. GO BOSTON RED SOX! Yaz, you were a hero to me that day. I remember the Headlines in the Boston Herald, Schilling, Schwall and Yaztremski to the Red Sox. Kids use to tease me, cuz I practiced to memorize the spelling of that Polish Name. Good Times. In deepest fondest, Mary T. Lanning Loiselle

  2. Fran Gagnon March 1, 2017 at 10:46 am | | Reply

    Thanks for the great article Herb. Yaz was undoubtedly my greatest hero growing up. ’67 was a magical year. This was a great trip down memory lane.

  3. Marc DeLorenzo September 23, 2017 at 9:44 am | | Reply

    I read once that the events that take place in your 17th year are the ones that will have the most impact in shaping your life. I, like so many other Baby Boomers, was born in 1950 and therefore turned 17 in 1967. It was quite a year. Especially the Summer of ’67 with the Beatles’ Sergeant Pepper, the Doors first album, the “Love Ins” in San Francisco, the controversial War in Vietnam, and, of course, the 4-team American League pennant race. As Herb Crehan so eloquently described in the article above, it was an incredible race and the ultimate hero was Carl Yastrzemski, the man known as Yaz. He was clearly amazing that year and, although baseball is a team game, Yaz was the one most responsible for the Sox improbable American League Championship. I hope that young people today, singing “Sweet Caroline” from the Monster Seats, understand that 1967 was the turning point for this great franchise.

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