Night Owl Cards

Chances are that unless you're a Red Sox fan, or familiar with one of his many managerial stints, you don't know Steve Dillard. Well, let me clue you in. Steve Dillard was a member of The Resistance. He was new blood, joining the Forces Of The Just, which I watched from my underground bunker in Yankeeland. Dillard was going to boot Denny Doyle and his .240 batting average out of the Boston lineup, declare second base conquered territory, and most importantly, knock the hated Yankees on their can. A guy like Dillard was revered in a Red Sox-loving household like mine. Any new player who arrived with Boston was treated in the same way. They were new hope for a devoted fan base who had suffered a long, long time under the tyranny of an obnoxious pinstriped ruler (older relatives taught us about those '50s and '60s teams). Boston fans would plot their strategy in a desperate quest that their plans would get to their men on the field -- Freddy, Yaz and Dewey, Rice