Bronx, N.Y., June 30, 2002 If you’ve been reading here for the last week, I apologize right off the bat for using this musical reference in conjunction with the fabulous “Tales of Brave Ulysses” by Cream and The Who’s “The Punk and the Godfather,” mentioned in recent columns. Continue reading
Category Archives: Grandstand View
You Only Became What We Made You
Bronx, N.Y., June 28, 2002 The line has a double meaning for me. First, I couldn’t let the day pass without paying homage to the Who’s John Entwistle, who passed away earlier today (or perhaps last night) at the age of 57. I was even pleased when showing up at the Stadium to see that not only was the newest Yankee, outfielder Karim Garcia, wearing the number 57, but that he would be playing tonight. Continue reading
On the Road Again
Bronx, N.Y., June 26, 2002 It’s been a strange trip, this latest one, but I’m close to quoting the wrong musician there. My title is inspired by today being the birthday (1942) of Larry Taylor of Canned Heat, most famous for the Woodstock-era song of the same title. And that’s not the only birthday today. Most Yankee fans can tell you that it’s Derek Jeter’s birthday too. And with whom would Derek share a birthday? Continue reading
The Hold-Your-Nose Zone
Bronx, N.Y., June 24, 2002 One of my father’s proudest moments, I’m sure, was when he bought the house in Central Jersey and moved us out of the Bronx when I was five. But my father and mother had seven sisters between them, all good Irish Catholic girls with families like ours, so we spent much of my formative years traveling back and forth between the City and Jersey visiting, driving through oil-refinery-congested Northern Jersey. Continue reading
All Quiet on the Western Front
Bronx, N.Y., June 22, 2002 And frankly, it wasn’t particularly loud when the eastern team came up to the plate either. The bleary-eyed Yanks had escaped the unearthly din in Colorado and wanted nothing more, I’m sure, than to return to what former President Herbert Hoover called “normalcy.” And they got it, in a sense, Friday night, as scoring a lone run was certainly a more familiar experience than the 41 they had posted in three days in the mountains. Continue reading
Tales of Brave Ulysses
Bronx, N.Y., June 20, 2002 I could almost see our hitters fall under the spell of Coors Field. Moose could have told them after the Tuesday game (and may have tried to). And Andy may have been briefly fooled himself into believing that this was a good (or even acceptable) place to play America’s pastime on Wednesday, until the unending seven-run fourth snapped him back to reality. Continue reading
Duel of the Titans
Bronx, N.Y., June 19, 2002 It’s no surprise really. Anyone checking out the whole industry, looking up and down their lineups, witnessing the pitches they can afford to throw out there, isn’t really surprised that it comes down to this. And of course we can hope and expect that the rivalry as it plays out will bring lots of goodies and benefits to the fans. These guys are swinging from their heels, and neither intends to come in second place. Continue reading
That’s Another Fine Mess
Bronx, N.Y., June 16, 2002 Don’t get me wrong. I never seriously considered attending the Mets Yankees game in Shea tonight. Sportscasters, and most Yankee fans, can tell you that when we have interleague series against the Mets, it’s more often than not a happy experience for a Yankee fan. And had I known way back when I could have purchased tickets for this game that David Wells would take the mound for us, I might have reconsidered, but don’t bet on it. Continue reading
Moose ‘Counted’ Out
Bronx, N.Y., June 12, 2002 We’ve all lived through steamy days like this one. I built up a good sweat walking to the car. No matter how much ice I had the helpful local concession person cram in with my $4.00 diet coke, it was all gone by the third inning. Sue and I were smearing on spf300 sunscreen during the first inning, but covering valuables from the ever-growing drops in the eighth. Continue reading
I Dreamed I Was a Butterfly
Bronx, N.Y., June 11, 2002 So starts a traditional Zen Buddhist tale, where the Zen Master confesses that once he has had that experience, he finds himself unable ever again to ascertain whether he is now a man who has had that dream, or if he is a butterfly now dreaming that he is a man? Continue reading