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From PRX this is the moth radio hour. I'm Sarah Austin-Geness from the moth. I'm glad you're listening. The moth is a place for two stories told by all kinds of people to audiences all around the world.

This hour explores the idea of home with five stories. We'll hear about a piece trip to Jerusalem, a kid's staff infection in the woods, a knife drawn at a homeless shelter,

an evicted mom's lesson and our first story about a family who feels most at home with the Boston Red Sox. Here's Jimmy Tingle live with the moth in Port Smith, New Hampshire.

When my son, Shamus, was five years old, I was so anxious to get him into baseball that I offered to coach the T-ball team.

And the thing about T-ball is when one kid hits the ball, both teams chase it around the field.

Which is hilarious unless you're the coach. Sort of organized chaos. And after the second game, my son quit the team.

My wife said he had problems with the coach. I said, quit. You can't quit baseball. Baseball is in our blood. It's in the Tingle family blood.

Ever since we were kids watching the Boston Red Sox in the 1967 pennant race, when they won the penitent 1967 with the impossible dream team.

When we all had our favorites, Rico Petra Sully, the Italian shortstop for the Red Sox. My mother's favorite. She called him my Paisan. After her Italian roots.

And my father had two cabs in Cambridge. And on several occasions, he actually drove Boston Red Sox players to Fenway Park.

Now, to the outside world, they might have just been utility infielders. But to us, they were like gods.

And we never won the World Series in 1967. And I think a lot of it had to do with the theme of that 1967.

The theme was the impossible dream. It's very difficult to win a World Series. When the word impossible is part of your theme.

But it just made us more psyched up to win and more into baseball. Opening day, 1972.

My brother Bobby and a bunch of kids from the teen center got tickets to go to Fenway Park on opening day. And they sat right under the backstop.

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