In Memorium: A Red Sox Fan & a Man to respect.
Posted by athomeatfenway on March 12, 2010
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Bill Calhoun. UConn grad. Husband. Father of 4 kids ages 1,4,5 and 6. Hard Wired Red Sox Fan.
Passed very suddenly at age 47.
Bill Calhoun, who brightened every room he walked into with biting wit, optimism, and unmatchable baseball acumen.
Bill’s last game attended at Fenway was the last game of the 2009 playoffs, when the Angels got to Papelbon in the 9th. That day was a scramble for Bill. He met his pal, Dave, in Maine in the morning. They planned to sail Dave’s boat from Maine to Boston. There next occurred a comedy of errors. Whether the sea or the boat did not cooperate, I do not know, but Bill reached Grandstand 4 two minutes before the Anthem.
Bill had tried to squeeze a sailing expedition and a playoff game into one day.
Not unusual for Bill. He squeezed the maximum out of his work, friendships, and family every day.
Bill and his wingmen drove from Hartford to Fenway 15x a year in the regular season. He was the excursion master. He showed the rest of us how to slink in and out of town without stress and without paying for parking. He made O’Leary’s at 1010 Beacon Street in Brookline the rally point for a draft and a meal, just a 10 minute walk to Fenway.
It was never enough to enter a Red Sox conversation with Bill just knowing the recent scores, the starting lineup, and who was streaking. Bill knew the BoSox depth chart, and who was in the pipeline in Pawtucket , Portland & Lowell.
He was a staunch supporter of J.D. Drew, instructing complainers to look at Drew’s numbers before they ranted.
He viewed Jason Bay with respect, but without reverence. “His batting average drops 35 points from July to August, and do you think he would change his approach ? Nope. Same old Jay Bay.”
Bill admired Kevin Youkilis ‘s heart and devotion as much as he admire his bat and his glove work.
Bill was only 4 years old in 1967 when the Sox ignited New England, but he remembered it.
He was 12 when Rice, Lynn and Tiant led the Super Sox to the World Series, and that 1975 team held a special place in Bill’s heart. Especially Dwight Evans.
Bill never blamed Buckner for Game 6.
Bill never scalped his Red Sox tickets.
Bill shared his tickets with friends and family.
He would say, “What do you mean you can’t get tickets ?. I’ve got tickets. That means you’ve got tickets.”
Bill lived for the Sox. He was also a lifetime fan of the UConn Huskies, N.Y. Giants and Hartford Whalers. But his Soxaholism was on a deeper level.
He had a 15-game pack in the Coke Deck.
He always made it to Opening Day.
He had to be present for ALL playoff home games, scrambling to fill in the dates that his 15-pack status did not allow him.
It is incomprehensible that this friendly Bear of a Man is not with us for Spring Training. As the water cooler chat today surrounds ownership’s welcoming back of Nomar into the fold, and as we inch toward Opening Day without Beckett under contract, there is a void.
Bill would have had a lot to say about all these things.
And we miss him.
As heartbreaking as that is to his friends, his wife and small children miss him much more.
Bill’s obituary is elegant and rich. You can read it by clicking here.
Very Basic Details on the fund that has been created to assist Bill’s children can be read at: unclebilly.org/
Rest in Peace, Bill. It was an honor to know you.