I had this out for the Section 36 scavenger hunt (which I won!), so I thought I'd do a little gallery for "y'all." I got this at the game, on my 9th birthday, September 8th, 1984. Yanks vs. Sox. That's Tony Armas on the cover. No, his father.

If you look closely at Tony's legs you'll see an autograph. We were walking underneath the stands, and my dad spotted injured second baseman Jerry Remy in his street clothes. He was happy to sign for two other Jeres. Remy probably didn't know it that day, but he'd already played his last major league game. But he also didn't know that 25 years later, he'd be as famous as any of his teammates.

On the inside cover there's a Jordan Marsh ad. I looked (very) closely to try and figure out which game it was. And I got it--June 21st, 1980. Top of the fifth, Rod Carew leading off for the Angels, a 1-0 count, and the Angels up 3-2. They'd hold on for a 4-2 victory. (The night before they beat us 20-2, with each Angel getting at least 2 hits.) Minutes before this pic was taken, Jim Rice's wrist was fractured as he was hit by a pitch. He played the rest of the game but missed the next month of action.

I knew it had to be an older pic because look, the sign I knew as the Miller Lite sign was a White Fuel sign. Go Sox Go!

Cool logo by one of the many companies to use minimalist advertising here.

When I'd listen to games on radio in the 80s, Ken or Joe would always remind me I was listening on "Campbell Sports Network." Also, dig the People Express logo.

I liked when they used to tell you exactly how many seats were in each section. And if you've forgotten your meter distances, which used to be in yellow on the fences, here's a handy reference guide.

I don't know if kids today can appreciate what the "Sports Bar" meant in the 80s. At a game, you got a hot dog, or a pretzel, and a soda. And then there was the one "special treat," this block of ice cream vendors would come around with. In the grocery store, it might have been my last choice. At Fenway, it was the only choice.

Back in the days when we used to call closers Firemen.

A few ads--you can still get discounted parking at the Pru garage today.

Kim had a huge reaction to this crazy cactus place so I'm sure the rest of you Mass people will, too.

Computer ads were all over the place in '84. Wave of the future, I tells ya. Earl Weaver baseball!

An ad for NESN in its first year in existence. I've always complained about how channel 30 only would pick up, for the most part, the Friday/Sunday TV38 games. But now that I realize just how few games were on 38 from 1984 on, I guess 30 was just doing what it could for us down in CT without cable at all, let alone NESN.

Huge story on recent acquisition Bill Buckner, and how he didn't like being on the Cubs because he was a night person. There's a line in there about how he hates losing at anything, even at cards to his wife. Makes it even more sad--I mean, ths guy who hates to lose had this long, great career and...you know. Also a line in there from Lou Gorman saying how Bill really made the infield better defensively.

You know I love this--mention of how Fenway has never needed to use prompts to get the crowd to cheer like Yankee Stadium does. Still none of that garbage at Fenway 25 years later, either.

As real as it got n 1984. And you know what? I still like it that way. It really doesn't matter to me if the players in a video game are "real-looking" or just dots. Besides, all these modern games, the players always look like they're going too slow, they're all herky-jerky and unnatural...it's about time these video game makers gave up on trying to make it look real. If they haven't mastered it by now....

Dad is psyched about this arcade. Or maybe he hangs out in that "pool room" while the kids are busy battling the Gorfian empire. (Or defending it, whatever you were supposed to do in that game that wouldn't shut up.)

Anyone have any memories of this place?

Advertising following the Sox to the west coast, I love it.

Eddie Andelman's show on "85."

Johnny Pesky, windowing it up.


Check out the ticket prices....and all your other ticketing info, '84-style.

The duo that sang me to sleep so many nights, Ken Coleman and Joe Castiglione. This was Castig's second year in Boston. And he's still going strong in 2010.

Check out this crew and its T passes.

Kool-Aid man, with baseball, because, you know, we baseball fans don't understand what the hell you're talking about unless you put a bat or ball in your spokesperson's hand or tell us that your fireplace tongs are a "home run." I'm glad Kool-Aid man has burst through this scoreboard, because the idiot running it put the home team on top. So basically the folks at General Foods know this about baseball: it uses a ball.

Dude, I totally don't remember Jackie Gutierrez' hair looking like this.

Also surprising to me--that 38 had only been doing games for 10 years at this point.

Sorry I don't have a better closer (fireman) for you, but please, collectors, consider yourself on notice.