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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

Bronx, N.Y., June 10, 2002 — It was the early nineties, on Old Timer’s Day. I was delirious (as I always am that day), sad (once again a given; so many have come, wowed us, and gone), but this time a bit apprehensive too, and not just about the score of the actual game after the Classic, though that’s always there too. Continue reading →

Bronx, N.Y., June 9, 2002 — The Scoreboard really set the theme for the day when they played that Paul McCartney-penned anthem to sun and happy times. Delighted that we had such a gorgeous afternoon for the day that we had my partner’s brother, nephew and her brother’s friend as Yankee game guests, we were surprised when early in the festivities her brother and his friend went looking for a shady spot. Continue reading →