I can only imagine...

Johnny Pesky -- the great third baseman, shortstop and manager of the Boston Red Sox --  died last week at the age of 92. I can only imagine what it must have been like to walk around in that man's shoes for the sixty years he walked with, played with, and managed many of the greatest Boston Red Sox players that ever lived.

His home for so many years was Fenway Park. Oh, what it must have been like to have been him, sitting on the dugout steps and eyeing the cheering Boston crowd in front of him. In his playing days, what it must have been like grabbing a Louisville Slugger and sauntering up to the plate to face the likes of Yankee great Whitey Ford, who would have been in his prime at the time. Or, what it must have been like to have Yankee catcher Yogi Berra gnawing at him from behind the plate. Or, what it must have been like to play alongside Ted Williams or Dom DiMaggio.

The years fly by quickly and we all sit back and relive our past from time to time. Just think what it must have been like for Johnny Pesky to sit back in his favorite recliner  and without any trouble at all  relive  his "days of summer." I can only imagine.