In what will be my first baseball game of the year, I’m heading off to Shea Stadium in about an hour to watch the last game of the Yankees/Mets Subway Series.
Today’s match up is Darrell Rasner for the Yanks against Oliver Perez for the Mets.
I’d much prefer it be at Yankee Stadium, but hey, we can’t have everything, and the tickets were a gift. And pretty much any day at the ballpark has a very good chance of being at least as good–if not better–than being almost anywhere else.
In what will be my first baseball game of the year, I’m heading off to Shea Stadium in about an hour to watch the last game of the Yankees/Mets Subway Series.
Today’s match up is Darrell Rasner for the Yanks against Oliver Perez for the Mets.
I’d much prefer it be at Yankee Stadium, but hey, we can’t have everything, and the tickets were a gift. And pretty much any day at the ballpark has a very good chance of being at least as good–if not better–than being almost anywhere else.
But on a slightly more somber note, I dedicate this blog to good friend Terry Spillane, who died a few days ago–quite unexpectedly at age 52–of a heart attack. Terry was a big-time Yankees fan, and we talked baseball a lot. But more than that, he was a quality person–a real Mensch–and everyone who knew him in any capacity already feels his loss.
Terry was a very good friend to me in the 3 1/2 years I knew him. He’s a big reason why I have the job I have now, and partially why I changed careers at all.
Terry was loyal and honest, a true family man who never did anyone wrong. He leaves behind his wife and two young daughters–who they adopted from China–so it’s a sad experience all around.
And yet while my grief–and shock–is still strong, I choose, on this day at least, to embrace the Terry Spillane that I remember most–T-Bone–a truly excellent person, and a Yankee fan to the core.
I miss you, already, Terry.
I will remember you always.
