My grandfather liked Reid Nichols. Raised on a small farm during the depression he could be accurately described as a practical man. So when he took me to a couple of games during the 1982 season and Reid Nichols homered once in the first game and twice in the second game, Gus felt he got his money's worth.
That same summer I was trying to leave my awkward middle school persona behind by participating in that All-American pathway to high school glory; football. Suddenly buying packs of baseball cards at Cintolo's Market wasn't so important, and for one summer following the Sox wasn't either. Things were changing fast for me and the career of Reid Nichols was barely a blip on my screen.
Reid Nichols was used primarily as a fourth outfielder and pinch hitter during his six seasons with Boston. Never able to break into the starting nine, he was dealt to the White Sox for Tim Lollar midway through the 1985 season. Although Nichols did not make a big splash with Fenway's Faithful, the old Swede I spent my summers with saw something special in him. For that Reid Nichols I thank you ... wherever you are.
11 bats down 72 to go.