There Was A Time

Commenting on a post about Pete Rose being seen at Strasburg's last game reminded me about this......



Perhaps the one and ONLY time I was a Yankee fan.

I guess anything is possible. This one's for you Marie and Sooz.


Cheers,

'The Best Team Money Could Buy'....on this day

As I had stated earlier in an earlier post I would be reading this book as it is, laid out in a diary style. Figured today would be a good day to post something from it.














Monday, April 18 - New York

Another loss, 5-1, to the Toronto Blue Jays, who came to life twelve days ago. The Yankees made four hits and four errors. When the press entered the clubhouse it was occupied by only the batboys and a couple of players who had not been in the game. The rest of them were in the lounge with the "Yankees Players Only" sign over the door. Martin was there, too. So the writers moved on to wait in Martin's office; sooner or later he'd be there, or go home in his uniform. They waited forty-five minutes. Then Pat Kelly, the stadium manager, stuck his head in the room. "Mr. Martin will not be in today," Kelly said. "He has no comments." That was comment enough.
Steinbrenner is due in New York tomorrow.














I have always been fascinated how professional sports teams work behind the scenes. How immensely talented individuals who are the best at what they do interact with others who share their unique abilities. I will post more of this periodically.

Cheers,

Mail Day, sort of....and a spring cleaning find

Nothing beats coming home on a Monday and finding an envelope with your name on it sitting on the table just begging to be opened. Usually the familiar colour of a manila envelope is what can be expected but occasionally there is the extra special surprise of a courier envelope. Today was such the case and actually even a bit of a bigger surprise because I had forgotten about its pending arrival.

Thanks to this entry from Mark's Ephemera I contacted Legacy Sports Rarities and requested a catalog of my own. What a beautiful collection and presentation of some cardboard gems. It truly is a magnificent collection.

Secondly, while rummaging around the basement and through the garage this passed weekend I came across a book I bought while on vacation several years ago. While never a true fan of the team, I have always been fascinated by their mystique and presence as a cornerstone of the pastime.


The book is set out in a diary format with entries starting March 1st and ending October 18th. I think I'll read it the way it was laid out, spanning an entire season. It should be fun and periodically I'll share some of the entries here.

Cheers,