I'm totally in, but the live draft intimidates me!
Grady Little leaves Pedro in the game too long at Yankee Stadium in 2003. He pitched great against Clemens, who at the time must have been pumped full of all sorts of juice. Regardless, Pedro can't hold on. In what felt like 5 hours later, Tim Wakefield takes the mound.
I am hanging out a bar with people who worked at the same restaurant as me. The mix, like most Rhode Island establishments, was mostly Sox fans with Yankee fans scattered throughout.
My manager Carlos was there. He was our group's token Yankee fan. He stood 6'3'', with a body like Shrek. I'm 5'6" built like Pedro. Wakefield comes in the game and even though I love him, I get the special feeling in my gut that can only mean one thing... Dammit! Tim Wakefield is entering the game with his knuckleball! Honestly, I love Wakefield, but I always hated seeing him pitch.
He floats a pitch in, Aaron Boone, swings with all his might and drives his fateful home run into the left field stands. As mustachioed Yankee fans fight each other to grab the ball and high five each other's meaty, sweaty hands, I stand up to go cry in my car.
Carlos, standing in my way says something about how the Red Sox will never win... so I pushed him.
It felt like trying to push a dead Honda up a hill in neutral. Carlos tripped over the chair behind him into a table that had yet to be bussed. In 2003, his words were so right. The Red Sox will never win. But I loved them too much. As I stormed out of the bar (I really had to go cry in my car) I hear Carlos yell from on top of a table, "I'm still your boss you know!" Not tonight. Tonight you're a Yankee fan. A MF Yankee fan.
Soxdoc and I are sitting in a Manhattan Bar about a year later. Bronson Arroyo and Ramiro Mendoza share time throwing a batting practice to the Yankees in game 3. We are sitting next to two comedians from Chicago. They are in NYC working for late-night shows. One is a White Sox fan, the other a Cubs fan. Both just as diehard as we were for the sox. The Cubs fan says we'll never see our teams win. The White Sox fan, buys us all a drink. 19-8, the Sox lose. They'll never win the World Series. Neither will the White Sox. In two years we are both wrong, and as for the Cubs? Well, I sure love Theo.
Lastly, when I was a 9 year old camper at Mike Andrews' Baseball camp, I took a dare from my dad to get my teeth looked at by Lonborg at the cafeteria. He looked in my mouth. No cavities!
1/29/2016 8:34 PM (edited)