And Then This Happened...Yes, It Did. New Love, Charlie Of The Band Train.

The book is at #bea15 but @dickflavin isn't. Come July, #RedSoxRhymes will be everywhere

That's famed photographer #PeterSimon taking grabbing a shot of Charlie Colin, Carly Simon #SallyTaylor and Danny of Foster Children at the @Consenses opening dinner

A great look at Ted Williams's swing.

From Ben Bradlee, Jr.’s “The Kid”:  Each Williams at bat was an event. Something between a hush and a buzz suddenly filled the air as the crowd shifted from a sort of auto-pilot engagement to edge-of-the-seat anticipation. “I was looking around for a story one day and someone said there was this blind guy on the first base line,” remembered Tim Horgan, who covered the Red Sox for the Boston Herald and then the Boston Evening Traveler in the 1950s. “I went up to the man and said, ‘Pardon me for asking but why do you come to the park? Why not listen to the game on the radio?’ He said, ‘I love the sounds of the game when Ted comes up.’”

(Photo: Ted Williams swinging in 1939, his rookie year with Red Sox. National Baseball Hall of Fame Library.)

On Tuesday, Dec. 26, at the Rustic Kitchen in Hingham, a couple of hundred people gathered to raise money for the annual Avon Walk to raise money to fight breast cancer. 

Talented bunch of Harvard undergrads. 'Penelope' at the Loeb. #artsfirst

Apparently my dad, Jim Beggy, is alive and living at Cusack Terrace in Arlington. Someone not happy about the doggie do.

Different kind of stage door for #FindingNeverland's Jeremy Jordan. @americanrep

You had ONE job! #SuperHeroFail #captainamerica #hawkeye #ChristmasShoppingWithFanboys

Timely with the Series starting tonight in Boston against...the Cardinals

The Red Sox-Cardinals World Series starting tonight in Boston is the fourth time the two teams have played for Major League Baseball’s championship. The first Series, in 1946, was a low point in the otherwise stellar career of Ted Williams.

Williams did not get one extra base hit in the seven-game Series won by the Cardinals, managed just five singles and struck out five times for a .200 batting average. He did reach base five more times through walks. And a combination of good defense and the shift took away several potential extra base hits on balls that Ted hit on the nose. But that was part of Cardinals Manager Eddie Dyer’s plan.

When it was all over, Ted gave St. Louis its due, singling out pitcher Harry “The Cat’’ Brecheen as the Series hero for winning two of the games. “I think his mere presence on the field inspired the Cardinals,’’ Ted said. “I had hoped my bat would do the talking for me in the Series, but it was tongue-tied by some great Cardinal pitching.”

When the writers and photographers were allowed in the clubhouse, Williams sat woefully on the bench in front of his locker, hunched over, staring at the floor, disconsolate. Pitcher Mickey Harris sat next to him and struck a similar pose, and the two were pictured in a bleak tableau in the next day’s Boston Globe.

Ted was the last player to dress and the last to leave the clubhouse. Outside the locker room door, scores of Cardinal fans were lying in wait for him, hurling invective inside. “Where’s Williams?” they screamed. “Where’s Superman?” When he finally came out, the fans had formed two raging lines on either side of the door, forcing Ted to run the gauntlet of abuse. Police stood by, watching only to make sure he was not assaulted. 

Williams took the insults impassively, yearning now only for the train, and the privacy of his own compartment for the long ride back to Boston. When the team finally reached the train, Ted made his way to his room, shut the door and wept. After a time, when he looked out the window, he saw scores of people gawking at him, a mix of glee and malice in their eyes. 

(Photo: Ted Williams during the 1946 World Series. Brearley Collection.)

Jim working on keeping the yard clean of leaves – a lost cause on Lincoln Ave. We haven't painted the fire hydrant in the colors and designs of the teams we played on or the drum corps we marched in. Go Crusaders!