At 92 years of age, I can’t say that Johnny Pesky was ever old. He may have aged some in later years, but I never saw him as anything other than youthful. I am known for reporting on the business of sports, but I have always loved interviewing players and have done so with many, including “Needle Nose” aka Pesky.
When his passing was announced today, myself and others were flooded with emotion. He was, in many respects, the embodiment of the Red Sox, and a gentleman, and an ambassador, and a ballplayer in a time when larger things—namely World War II—took some of the finest ballplayers to grace the field out of their prime to fight for something larger.
As a Portland, OR. resident, I had followed Pesky. From his time at Vaughn St. Park to Fenway Park, his time here was something for us in the Pacific Northwest to take note of. I interviewed him several times, and was glad to get an in-depth interview fully transcribed online in 2006.
He was born John Michael Paveskovich, but we a...