last day of the 24 season slay
and ready here it is how
straight back again in a high
fastball at 97 one ball, two
strikes.
Very honored to have Sean
mcdonough joining us today.
I'm with Will Fleming at all the
guests.
We had former players, the 12
pitch check swing and he held up
the rays don't want this to end
and neither do we and the
honors.
Ours, joe.
All good things must come to an
end.
Two balls, two strikes, two out
here.
It is laying another foul out of
play.
Could you share what you're
feeling, Joe nostalgic, sort of
numb?
You know, it's, I guess I've
never been in this position.
I've never retired before but
Roger Clemens said he unretired
three times.
So watch out right.
A 22 again taken high.
Dimaro would be next three balls
, two strikes with two out.
Slayton is ready.
The payoff pitch swinging a line
drive center field, Raphaelle
going over to his right.
He stabs it and the ball game is
over, the season is over.
The Red Sox beat the Tampa Bay
Rays 3 to 1. They finish it 81
and 81 to end the 2024 season.
Both clubs in a tie for third
place in the American League
Eastern division.
Well, I guess it's nostalgia
time here at the end of the
season and the end of my career
as a regular Red Sox broadcaster
, we're not gonna go away but
you won't see us as often.
We hope to part of the Red Sox
organization for a long, long
time, but I am so blessed to
have such wonderful people to
work for and to work with.
We talked a little while ago
about my great partner Ken
Coleman who brought me to Boston
in 1983.
And I would like to close as
we've done every season since
Ken retired after the 1989
season with the way he would
close every season.
Reading from the great words of
the former commissioner of
baseball president of Yale
University and longtime family
friends in New Haven,
Connecticut, a Bart Giamatti who
wrote in the Green Fields of the
Mind about the game of baseball.
It breaks your heart.
It is designed to break your
heart.
The game begins in the spring
when everything else begins
again and it blossoms in the
summer, filling the afternoons
and evenings.
And Then as soon as the chill
rains come, it stops and it
leaves you to face the fall
alone, you count on it, rely on
it to buffer the passage of time
to keep the memory of sunshine
and high skies alive and just
when you need it most, it stops
and summer is gone.
Another season is gone.
42 years here have gone so
quickly.
But now it's time to say goodbye
to Red Sox Nation, at least on a
regular basis.
And a pass the batons to my good
friend will Fleming.