I grew up in a small town in Vermont, where it was easy to think of yourself as a big fish in a small pond and daydream about what it would be like to break out and test out some new waters. For me, that destination was Boston. It always had been. Boston was home.

Anyone who played baseball or softball at my high school could easily learn about The Spot. It was where, according to local legend, Carlton Fisk had hit a home run while he visited my hometown during American Legion summer play. In distant, distant left center field, there was a single spot on the tennis court where the ball supposedly landed.

When you’re growing up and playing ball in my hometown, that spot can come to mean a lot. Especially if you’re a Red Sox fan. You feel like you have a connection to the team that exists a mere 20-minute walk away from home, rather than a 3.5-hour drive to Fenway Park. If Fisk was able to hit a ball out here, anyone else could. Anyone else could eventually call Fenway home and be part of the Red Sox.

As such, it probably comes as no surprise to know that Carlton Fisk is my all-time favorite Red Sox player. Born in Vermont, raised in New Hampshire, Rookie of the Year and a Gold Glove catcher in 1972, responsible for The Hit in 1975 and otherwise just amazing. I’ve always adored Fisk. Always will.

On the 34rd anniversary of the 1975 World Series Game 6, it was fun to be able to give him a little bit of a shoutout.