Bobby Bosox

By Robert Quinlan

The book is about a young boy growing up in South Bronx (NY Yankee territory) as a die hard Boston Red Sox fan from 1946 to 1957. His dad took him to Ireland in 1950 to discover his Irish heritage and what it meant to be Roman Catholic. In 2004, the Boston Red Sox won the World Series after eighty-six years of suffering mostly at the hands of the NY Yankees. He explains all the benefits and friendships that have developed since then.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984519962

Robert Quinlan

He worked at the post offi ce for two years and then joined the Manhattan Beach Police Dept and even wrote a book about his career CODE 7 MBPD and his connection to Charles Manson and the OJ Simpson pursuit while he was driving in front of OJ in his 88 Honda civic?? He now enjoys retirement playing softball and golfi ng plus babysitting his eleven grandchildren.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1 Cambridge Mass

Chapter 2 So Bronx

Chapter 3 Da lot

Chapter 4 Williams and Doerr

Chapter 5 May 23 Doris Knox

Chapter 6 July 5th 1949 Bill Gallo

Chapter 7 Sept 27 28 1949

Chapter 8 Ireland

Chapter 9 Black and Tans

Chapter 10 Da glove moving to California

Chapter 11 Williams Vs DiMaggio

Chapter 12 Korean War Pesky and Dropo

Chapter 13 The Great Joe DiMaggio

Chapter 14 Ted Returns From Korea

Chapter 15 Bishop Fulton Sheen PS 65 Fight-Jimmy Kennedy

Chapter 16 A Priest? A Brother? Or A Ball Player

Chapter 17 The Fanning Brothers

Chapter 18 Fr. Dudley

Chapter 19 The Jokers-Aces-Kings

Chapter 20 Da Lot Part II

Chapter 21 Dick Browdowski

Chapter 22 Leaving the South Bronx

Chapter 23 Mike Forneiles-Dick Radatz

Chapter 25 Harry Dorish

Chapter 25 Bob Tillman #1

Chapter 26 Bob Tillman #2 Tony C

Chapter 27 Bob Tillman #3

Chapter 28 Red Auerbach

Chapter 29 Tim Wakefield Curt Schilling

Chapter 30 October 2003

Chapter 31 8 Days in October 2004

Chapter 32 Benefits of Being a Red Sox Fan

Chapter 33 Benefits Continue Roger Clemens Baseball

Chapter 34 Ben Affleck Dream On

Chapter 354 Jeff Hearron

Chapter 36 Nomar Garicapara

Chapter 37 Charlie Wagner

Chapter 38 Junior Watson

Chapter 39 Luke Yatchyshyn

Chapter 40 Fever-Pitch

Chapter One

Cambridge Mass

This is the story of the greatest Red Sox fan of all time? I was born on 24 Feb 1939 in Cambridge Mass. I was baptized around March 3 1939 in at that time the greatest blizzard in Bostons history. My dad and mon had to carry me to the church because we had no car and the cab companies were not running due to the storm.

I could have been a contender? Marlon Brando remember but I could have been the first Gerber baby too. My cousin Lillian Knox had sent a picture of me into the Gerber Baby Co (This was apparently their first year selling baby food) well in August we had to move back to the South Bronx to take care of my grandmother. Well around the 15th of September we got a letter from the Gerber Baby Co advising us that I was one of the 10 finialist for the job? The letter had been addressed to our home in Cambridge Mass and had been forwarded to the our apartment in the So Bronx. The letter wanted me and my parents to come to radio city musical hall on the 1st of September to be seen. The only problem was we got the letter two weeks late. Just think who I could have been and how rich and famous etc? Lucky for me I could have been ruined for life!

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Cambridge Mass 1939

Chapter Two

So Bronx

My first memories of the So Bronx were when we moved next to St. Lukes church on 138th St. My first friend was a boy named Johnny Oneil who was approximately 3 yrs older than me and would become a bad influence on me. I was about 4 yrs old and remember our apartment where me and my two sisters would hide under the bed when a air raid sirens would go off during World War Two. To us it was a game like playing hide and seek? Except it was the Germans who were lookin for us…

One day Johnny Oneil took me down the steps to the basement of the church and convinced me to pick up a rock and throw it thru the window of the church. Well I got scared and ran up to my apartment and cried myself to sleep. My dad woke me up and found out what I had done and had me go and apologize to Fr McCaulkey for the damage. Years later I would work bingo down in that hall and even played some basketball games there too.

Well we moved away from Johnny Oneil and took up an apartment about 3 houses from him and his family. We still were very close to the family as Mrs Oneil would baby sit us as both my parents worked. My dad worked as a janitator for sears and rosebuck which was hard for him as he had a great job at Reisonor Steel in Boston during the war. Since my grandmother was sick we had to move back to take care of her it was kinda hard for him but he was able to adjust. He would always take us across the Triborough Bridge in the morning to Randalls Island. We could playover there, collect kelly fish and egg horns that fell from the trees and eat our lunch too. I continue this habit today not only with my five children but also with my eleven grandchildren!!

We didn’t have much money for toys etc but my dad would get the Sunday newspaper cut it in half after reading it of course and make a football out of it with some rubberbands?? We also had stickball where we get a spaldean (naked tennis ball) and a broom handle and play in the street from morning till dark. Then there was curveball too where you would throw the ball off the side of the sidewalk curve and have it go up in the air across the street and run the bases till someone tagged you out. What was great about these game was they were all played on cement so the field never got wet or muddy??

In the winter time we would play street hockey and instead of a hockey puck we had a roll of electric tape and played until the street lights came on or until your parents called you home for dinner. I remember one time I was out playing hockey at 7am and around 11am I got kinda dizzy. Come to find out I hadn’t had breakfast (usually Wheaties) so I went to the candy store and got me a candy bar and soda until dinner time. We had these two older guys (Mchugh and Odaniels) who built real hockey nets for us when they weren’t playing. We would take them down into the super’s basement and keep them overnite until the next day. We were so lucky back then we had very little TV so were were always playing some game all year long.

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Randalls Island 1943

Chapter Three

Da lot

Well Da Lot kept us out of trouble in so many ways. When it snowed we had our sleads and could go up and down the small hills all day long. We also could play football on the field. Danny Quinlan (no relation) was our quarterback and a good one, only problem was Danny liked army and I loved Notre Dame lucky me. When we had a real good snow storm we would take our sleads and go down a steep hill 140st which ended into Brockner Blv which could be kinda dangerous but usually the snow melted before u got to the end of the hill due to traffic and foot traffic. One time I was going kinda fast and saw this vehicle coming toward me so I swerved to avoid the car and crashed into a parked vehicle cutting up my shin bone pretty good.

Well since both my parents were at work a Mr Finnigean who lived at 1a took me in bandaged my foot until my parents got home. I remember her son who was a few years older than me was a giant fan so we were the only two non Yankee fans in the entire apartment building. A year or two earlier I had smashed my front teeth into a handle bar on my bicycle going thru a puddle of dirty water in the back of our apartment building which had a brick in the middle. Lucky for me my dad was home and took me across the street to Doctor Burkitwiz who stitched me up. He had to give my dad a shot of whiskey while he was workin on me. You know what they say about hockey players well I kinda felt that throughout my athletic career??

When we would go across the Triborough Bridge my dad always had a small tan zenith radio so we could lister to the Yankee games with Mel Allen and get the Red Sox scores every 15 minutes or so. I remember it was always Ted Williams hitting a homerun or winning the game in the late innings with a big hit. I couldn’t understand why the Boston fans would ever boo him but when I got older I found out why. So if you live in Boston you can hear all the games on radio and read the newspapers every day while I had to rely on the New York papers for all my info??

You see since we had no TV I never saw Ted Williams swing a bat until during the 1946 world series vs the St Louis Cardinals. Well I am watching the newsreel between the two movies they show at the casino theather and there is Ted Williams the greatest hitter to ever live and what is he doing?? Bunting down the 3rd base line?? Oh noooooo. There was a reason for that which I would find out later in life about how Ted was portrayed as