Thursday, September 25, 2008

Sooooo sleepy...

I could sleep for a week but there is so much to do, like work tomorrow, clean like a mad person on Saturday and scrapbook w/ Melissa on Sunday. And I have three DVDs to review. And I thought life would slow down when SPAC ended. Ha!

Monday, September 22, 2008

Adios

It actually is amazing to me how much of my soul is still a Yankee fan.  Despite the Red Sox flag in my office, the Varitek poster over my desk, part of my heart will always belong in Yankee Stadium.

I'll admit, I don't like change.  I spent the first 17 years of my life a Mets fan, untill the day they traded David Cone to Toronto.  By then, I had already acquired a healthy respect for the Yankees and as they added remarkable players in the years that followed (O'Neill, Bernie, Tino, Girardi)  I was 100% a Yankees fan the day my father picked me up from my job as an electronics dept. clerk @ Bradlees and told me they'd signed David Cone.  Nothing could ever make me happier.

I was away at college the first time they went to the play offs in 1995.  I wore my Yankees cap every moment I couldn't be watching the games on TV.  I cried with Cone when he gave up the walk that basically eliminated them. 

But as David Wells pointed out last night and I've never agreed with him more.  His favorite team was 98 if I remember correctly.  They were a team of 25 guys who went to dinner and hung out and enjoyed being together.  It shows in what they were able to accomplish.  But the key is THEY WERE A TEAM.  Not 25 prima donnas.  They worked hard, they respected their manager and each other.

I'm sure fans of the Babe or Mantle have never found the same caliber of players to replace their idol.  That's where I am.  I still pledge my allegience to Jeter and Pettite and especially Rivera and Posada who once upon a time drove me insane.  Jorge was affectionately known as dumbass for his inability to remember how to run the bases and his lack off effort when it came to BLOCKING the plate.  Now they are 2 of my all time favorites. 

No matter who the revolving door of a bench held, the core guys remained the same.  It had to be difficult for Tino to replace Mattingly, but seeing as Mattingly played at a time when I loathed the Yanks as a Mets fan, I had no allegience to him.  And as far as Giambi, I was threatened with a beer bottle smashed in my face when I calmly explained that the Yanks had no real need for him.  I still believe it, although Nick Johnson who was supposed to replace Tino didn't appear to live up to the hype.  But then neither did "The Toad," Kevin Brown or Carl Pavano.

I am sure as this season winds down I will have even more insights in the Yankees, the stadium and my strong attatchment to baseball and its players.  but right now, that will have to wait.

 

 "And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out..."
--- "Falling Slowly"

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Hillary & Peter's Wedding


Hillary & Peter's Wedding was a blast. This is Halloran and I in a moment of NOT beating on each other. We are enjoying some delicious Mojitos. Good times!

Yankee Memories

2. Section 4. Fruity Umbrella drinks. Marcus Thames first hit, a homerun off Randy Johnson. Shane Spencer hit a grand slam, right Jen?

3. Being groped by a Baldwin. Still not sure which one.

4. Taking Michael to his only Red Sox game ever @ Yankee Stadium.

5. Clemens 300th win. Welcome back Tino and Girdardi.

6. Holly's bachelorette party.

7. Following Robin Ventura's brother-in-law onto the subway.

8. Yankees vs. Red Sox July 7th 2003, Moose vs. Pedro. Soriano leaves the game, Jeter leaves the game. Enrique Wilson @ SS, Todd Zeile @ 3B, Giambi @ 1B, and Robin Ventura @ 2B. Weirdest infield ever.

Least Favorite Memory

1. Aaron Boone's title clinching homerun off Tim Wakefield in 2003. I was still annoyed they had acquired him and released Robin Ventura, then the idiot goes and tears his ACL in a pickup game of basketball. Which leads the Yankees to sign A-Fraud. Aaron F*ing Boone!

Yankee Memories

1. My first game ever. Old Timers' Day 1983. Against the White Sox. Tom Seaver was supposed to pitch but was a late scratch. My sister left me standing alone in the rear of a McDonalds in the Bronx.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Survived Day 1

179 to go

Monday, September 01, 2008

More Baseball and Broadway...

... a great way to end the summer.

Jen and I attended another Valley Cats game. I think we are just die-hard Vermont Lake Monster fans. But while sitting there, we began discussing Mama Mia! Which has been my obsession all summer... A sing a long version was playing @ 9 so once the Cats lost we headed over.

So much fun! I would have sang along regardless but it was fun to have the words so I didn't have to make as many up!

I am in love with Pierce Brosnan. I was disturbed the first time I saw hime sing but this time I was merely amused.