Showing posts with label rick cerone. Show all posts
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Wednesday, May 8, 2013

#15


Interesting that we live our lives by way of numbers.  Statistics, bank accounts, bills, salaries, and sizes- we can’t escape numbers and what they mean to us and perhaps our livelihood.  Recently, we memorialized some amazing players via numbers in movies- 42 and 61*- Jackie Robinson and Roger Maris respectively.  Although #42 is currently only worn by one player today, Mariano Rivera’s number will be a retired one for the Yankees- and after him, one day, #2, our current captain- Derek Jeter.  Sandwiched between our current day players and our old-time players of the early part of the 20th century, we have our 1970-1980s players, and in those years, we reached the World Series three times and won two championships.  Our captain at the time, #15, Thurman Munson


More than 30 years ago we lost this icon, a legend of the game. “Thurman Munson was a larger-than-life character, the star catcher who was the captain -- the team's first since Lou Gehrig -- and unquestioned leader. Among his teammates, nobody was more respected and admired,” stated Star Ledger reporter (HERE) who covered the Yankees for many years, Moss Klein.  I remember the tragic August 2nd when he died, we were at a family barbecue.  I ran inside to grab a ringing telephone, because, of course, there was no voicemail or machines to answer it.  It was my grandmother, die hard Dodger and Met fan, calling me to tell me that we lost our captain- Thurman Munson in a plane crash.  He was only 32.

 I remember watching him behind the plate and later in his career at first base.  When Munson was hitting, we were winning.  It was that simple.  And like a character in literary classics, Munson was colorful.  He had words with the best of them including his manager, the equally colorful Billy Martin, Reggie “straw that stirred the drink” Jackson and the “Goose” Rich Gossage.  He wasn’t afraid to tell others how he felt about them or a particular situation- his editing filter was probably damaged from too many hits in the head behind the plate.  Even some of the ticket collectors from the old Yankee Stadium remember Munson’s commentary.  He often chatted with the old guys, never really having a kind word, but always a witty statement.

 At the time, he played with some of the best catchers in history- Carlton Fisk and Johnny Bench.  He and Sparky Anderson once had words at a press conference when the media compared Munson to Bench.  But, beyond his somewhat controversial disposition, Munson was an outstanding catcher, leader and captain, perhaps paving the way for future catchers and captains of the Yankees.

Men like Rick Cerone, Joe Girardi, Jorge Posada and now young Fran Cervelli have Munson-like qualities.  They all have that hustle, that dynamic, cerebral way of thinking about the game, calling it, driving it and believing in it.  Sometimes I liken Munson to Girardi in the way he sees the game.  Although he is not a hall of famer, he should be.  For everything he gave us- a winning team, one we hadn’t seen since Mickey Mantle retired in the late 1960s.  We often found ourselves in last place in those days.  But Thurman Munson lifted us up. 
According to an article featuring long time security guard for the New York Yankees known as John published in Long Island Baseball Magazine (HERE) this year, “Thurman was one of the greatest postseason hitters in baseball history Victoria” said Grandpa John. “He batted .357 in 30 playoff games. However his best work was in the World Series. Thurman always knew when to turn up the heat. He batted .373 in 16 World Series games. Heck, he batted .529 in the 1976 World Series.

So, as we look back at the great numbers of the game, we can never overlook #15 for all he gave us that is still with us.  Legendary gritty come from behind wins, rich rivalries with the Sox, undying will to win and leadership beyond the field.  Yep, Thurman did that and much more and we are grateful for his good work and his forever wit he brought to the House that Ruth Built.




--Suzie Pinstripe
BYB Senior Managing Editor
Twitter: @suzieprof








Saturday, March 23, 2013

BEST GAME EVER: WINNING WAS JUST GRAVY

As I sat in the dentist chair today, I watched a pre-season Yankees vs. Phillies game.  Nothing really special, we weren’t winning and I certainly didn’t like the atmosphere of the dentist office with all of the awful sounds of drilling, clanking of the metal and mindless small talk.  As I was trying to find my Chi in these horrendous conditions, I found myself drifting to my favorite Yankee game at the ballpark.

What defines the BEST game ever for a fan of any sport? For me, best Yankee games are the ones where: the Yankees win, they beat an opponent that you despise, there is something at stake and you are with people you care about. 

As my mind wanders through the smells and visions of BEST games witnessed in a seat at the ballpark, a few contenders slowly float through my head:
  • August 4, 1985- Tom Seaver’s 300th win at Yankee Stadium 
  • June, 26 1987- a regular season game in the Bronx
  • August 2011 when my friend and I sat on the infamous Green Monsta.
As the drill sound dimmed, I pictured my BEST game.  I was sitting excitedly in the blue box seats of the old Yankee Stadium with my dad.  We traveled far to get to these seats.  Across bridges, highways, and miles of traffic sucking up burning fuel and ozone free air, we rode as excited as could be to see the Yanks beat the Sox.  We parked blocks and blocks away because my dad refused to pay for parking and he convinced himself that he always found the best spots, somewhere under some a subway track.  We walked our blocks, got our game fare, and got to the seats shortly before first pitch.  And then it happened:  The Yankees gave up 9 runs against their nemeses- the Boston Red Sox.

(In Photo: Jim Rice)
I watched sadly as Jim Rice beamed a homer.  I held my face in my hands, peaking through my fingers at the scoreboard in center.  It was right about then when my dad gruffed, “Well, that’s it, I have seen enough!”  He sat up and motioned to me to follow him, presumably back to the car neatly nestled in a spot under the D-line.  I protested emphatically truly believing that our Yankees would come back.  He gave me until the third inning to see progress.  By the third inning we came back and took the lead 11-9.  The hot dogs tasted especially good that day as we watched the Yankees do what they do best- battle back.

We had the hit man Donnie Baseball, we had Winnie- Dave Winfield and we had Rick Cerone.  Winfield hit one of the longest home runs I have ever witnessed.  It sailed in seconds over the fence as we all chanted “Let’s Go Yankees.”  It felt like a playoff game- the energy in the stadium that night was contagious.  You couldn’t help but stand and scream and plead with every pitch.  The peanut shells were everywhere by the eighth inning when our lead had accumulated to about eight runs.

Now, even if I stopped right there, the game would have been incredibly awesome. My dad was a believer.  He lived through amazing games at the stadium with Mickey Mantle slugging home runs all day long and Whitey Ford striking out the side.
Surely, this game was just one in many for him.  But he looked like a kid in the candy shop as we anticipated the next pitch.  We won the game in the bottom of the tenth- Final score 12-11.  I will never forget that game.  And, guess what, it fulfills all four characteristics of BEST:  we won, we beat the most hated opponent, the Red Sox, there was something at stake, we beat the Red Sox, and I was with my dad who taught me to love the Yankees.  Can’t get any BETTER than that.

I mean nothing tastes better than a win in Yankee Stadium against the Sox with your dad.  You all know what I mean. 

I challenge you folks to tell us your BEST game. What was your favorite MLB game you ever attended?  What happened? Tweet us after you read this and share your memories with us!  We are all Yankee fans and we are listening!



--Suzie Pinstripe, BYB Opinion Columnist
Twitter: @suzieprof




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Monday, February 6, 2012

WHY A BOBBLEHEAD HONOR TOPS OFF JETER'S CAREER

"The Tri-City ValleyCats announced today that 1994 Albany-Colonie Yankee Derek Jeter will be the inaugural member of their brand new "Heritage Series Bobblehead Collection." The collection will pay tribute to those who have played professional baseball in New York's Capital Region."

That's a direct quote coming from MiLB.com. Read HERE. Personally, I love what Derek Jeter's become in his career... a true baseball icon and I like this idea that the Tri-City "Cats" are going to pull off. The plan is that on August 20th, when the Staten Island Yankees play the Tri-City ValleyCats, they will present Derek Jeter bobbleheads (not the one above) to the first 1500 guests. Very cool. Clearly this is to drum up publicity and get people to their ball park and I absolutely love it.

So what's the reasoning for this? According to the piece the idea to use Derek Jeter was because:
"Jeter was selected sixth overall by the New York Yankees in the 1992 Major League Baseball Draft, and in 1994 was a member of the Double A Albany-Colonie Yankees. Jeter played 34 games with Albany-Colonie, who played their homes games at Heritage Park in Colonie from 1985-1994."

(In Picture: Rick Cerone bobblehead, former owner of the Newark Bears)
I'm not afraid to admit that I too have several bobbleheads up in my attic. Some I purchased because I just liked the player, others were purchased when, for instance, Mark McGwire became the single season home run champ, or I was at the Newark Bears ballpark years ago and bought a Rick Cerone bobblehead on impulse or when Hideki Matsui came to the Yankees.

Then of course, you have to laugh when certain bobbleheads go bad and don't look like the person their supposed to be at all. I remember last June, Toyota and the Phillies did their Roy Oswalt bobblehead day. Read HERE. The problem was it looked more like a young Roy Rogers than Roy Oswalt. I mean, are you kidding?

These next 2 disgust me. It was clearly one of these things where the manufacturer said "Look, they're for kids and we need to make a thousand of these stupid things, just crank them out, the kids don't know what the hell their heroes look like." Wrong, kids DO know who their heroes look like, or let me rephrase; kids know if for instance Ichiro Suzuki is Japanese or not. This bobblehead looks American or maybe Hispanic? I don't know. One thing I do know if my son didn't know it was Ichiro.
And look at this Andy Pettitte bobblehead below. The next time they decide to use a picture of the Marlin's Mike Stanton to do a bobblehead of Andy Pettitte, maybe you should just call it a Mike Stanton Bobblehead. Look, who knows, maybe it doesn't even look like Stanton, the point is, it is clearly not Andy Pettitte.
Look, bottom line, anytime a ballplayer is honored it's nice and Jeter deserves everything good that comes to his way, that includes a bobblehead. Let's just hope they take their time and do it right. We don't want any mishaps and ridiculous likenesses destroying the Cap's rep, do we?

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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THE FAMILY BALLPARK?

I think I've found the best family friendly ballpark out there, but let me back up and start at the beginning. Look, I’m no tight ass. I like the idea of attractive women at the ballpark, but I’ve noticed over the last 10 years that things have changed fan-wise…and maybe it’s because now my kids are with me to see what I see. Yes, the chanting of “A-hole” when an opposing fan walks down the aisle is the norm, and I can at least tell my kids not the repeat it, but what’s up with the attractive young woman with the low cut shirt showing off her “boys”? What’s going on with women fans holding signs that read “Jeter I want your baby. My kids can read, and they have questions…. Are you going to answer them? If I knew I was going to teach Sex Ed at the ballpark, I would have brought my former gym teacher along. It’s a little over the top, that’s all.

Look, I’m not judging, I know I have a job to do as a parent. I can choose not the go or explain what true fans are and let them be exposed to all of it to get the “real feel”, pardon the pun. But it’s true, I am a traditionalist and while I love wearing a Posada jersey to the ballpark, I’m not sure seeing male fans rip their shirts off and chanting “RED SOX SUCK” as it’s written on their back really works for me. Yes, The Red Sox DO suck, but the last thing I want to see is my kid doing that at a town football game weeks later. I long for the day when people actually dressed up to go to a ballgame once in a while. Those Sunday matinees with men wearing hats and women wearing sundresses. Yeah, that’s right; I’m actually 102 years old. Look, I’m sounding extreme, and it’s all to make a point.

Whatever happened to the “family” ballpark? What ever happened to bringing the kids to a game at a reasonable price, parking for $6 bucks and having a few hot dogs and a brew totaling $45? At least then you can get a souvenir. But No...

Instead, lately it’s the price of a mini-vacation and my son's asking me “Why is that girl dancing with her bra showing in that man’s lap?” That’s tough to defend; I’m not going to lie. Plus I’d really like to see that, but not with the kids around, maybe on pay per view.

I have to say, Yankee Stadium is not a bad place to bring your kids at all. It’s pretty family friendly and if a fan is unruly, security usually takes care of business right away and kicks them out. But it’s expensive. So, I went for it; I took my kids to a truly family friendly ballpark… Riverfront Stadium in Newark New Jersey...the Home of the Newark Bears. Not sure if you know the history, but the Newark Bears was a farm club of the Yankees in 1937 with names like Joe Gordon and later, Yogi Berra. Later on it was rejuvenated by former Yankee Rick Cerone and they brought in former major league players like Jose Canseco, Rickey Henderson and they’ve had managers like former Pirate Bill Madlock and currently, former Yankee and Expo, Tim Raines. I'm actually very interested in interviewing Mr. Raines because he's had such an incredible baseball career and I hope to have that for my Bleeding Yankee Blue readers.

But back to my point; a Newark Bears game is inexpensive and you see some pretty competitive ball being played. My kid loves baseball as you know and since we’ve been there, we’re looking forward to going back. The park is about as family friendly as it gets and there is plenty to do. If the kids get bored, you can walk around, they have a kids section, the mascots are out meeting the fans and they have something going on almost every half inning games... activities and other fun stuff.

Look, I love being at a pro ballpark, but half naked people and visible tramp stamps are too much to explain to my kids. All I’m asking for is a little courtesy. That’s it. I’m a true fan, I get it, but as I get older I can’t defend you all the time. Hey, that’s sports I guess. It’s just my opinion. But here’s another opinion, for a cheaper cleaner afternoon, check out the Newark Bears next spring, it’s a lot of fun. You can sit back, relax with the kids and you don’t have to worry about boobs, “F” bombs and going broke on a Sunday afternoon.Check out the Newark Bears... That’s the right way to go. Click HERE to find out about ticket information. I'll re-post this closer to the Bears opening day in 2012.

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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

WHY I ROOT FOR THE ITALIANS

(in photo: Mike Pagliarulo)
I remember 1987 like it was yesterday. The Yankees weren’t too good finishing in 4th place in the American League, yet, as an Italian American kid who loved the Yankees, there was always a connection between me and the Italian Yankee ballplayers and this goes all the way back to my dad’s days in the Bronx and my grandfather before him.

Phil Rizzuto was huge to many of us in my family and before that, it was Tony Lazzeri. These 2 guys defined Italian. Joe DiMaggio was the the biggest guinea of them all and for good reason, he was a God and my grandfather loved that he represented Italians and played for the greatest baseball team in the world.Rick Cerone was around when I watched the Yankees play. I remember the old Yankee Stadium and Eddie Layton, the organist, playing his best Italian music as Cerone came up to the plate. You just got into it.

(in photo: Danny Pasqua)

Then came the mid 80's and 1987. That was when I became seriously attached to 2 other Yankee players, Danny Pasqua and Mike Pagliarulo. For 1, they could hit home runs, which was always a fan favorite, but besides that, they were Italian Americans playing in pinstripes and at the time, I didn't really have what my father and his father before him had, true legends. Instead, I had guys you hoped could be legends. Following and rooting for a 4th place Yankee team all season, you really wanted them to shine, it was really all you had.

As a kid in the 80’s, you couldn’t help but love these guys. Let’s not forget, the Yankees were about to take a dive to 7th place in the American League East. That happened in 1990, so we were on our way to empty stands and forgotten games. In 1987, you really felt bad for players like Don Mattingly, Dave Winfield and Ron Guidry. We had players like Bobby Meacham, and Joel Skinner and Lenn Sakata and we had no real decent pitching with guys like Steve Trout. We were going no where fast, but it didn’t matter, as a kid, I wanted my guys to do well; Danny Pasqua and Mike Pagliarulo. I remember lining my baseball cards up according to the order of the lineup and just crossing my fingers.

Danny Pasqua was a William Paterson University graduate and he was local and for us, he was a symbol of life in the Yankees lineup with 17 home runs that year. Yes, Mattingly was on this team and we all loved Donnie, but Danny was the new young stud with something to prove and you just wanted him to do well. I remember being at one batting practice at Yankee Stadium, standing with my family on the right field side and Danny Pasqua cranked one and it accidentally hit a poor woman in foul territory and she fell right to the ground in pain. It was devastating for me to see, but you just knew how much power was in that swing. Pasqua went to the White Sox after that season and then retired, but to this day, I still think of him and smile.

Mike Pagliarulo was destined to be the leader on the Yankees around that time, at least to me he was. A third baseman with great athleticism and great power. No, he wasn’t among home run leaders each year, but he hit them enough so people would take notice. Pags later moved on to the San Diego Padres in 1989, then the Twins and then he eventually vanished. But one thing's for sure, if you ever want to see the best shrine of Mike Pagliarulo in all of New Jersey, you need to go to Lina’s Restaurant in Bloomingdale, NJ. As you walk in the door, there are photos, and autograph’s with the former Yankee great there. It just goes to show the Italian roots run deep and Mike Pagliarulo is still remembered fondly.

Danny Pasqua and Mike Pagliarulo were stars for some of us Italian Americans in the 80’s, long retired but definitely not forgotten. A salute to Danny and Pags. You represented the pinstripes well guys, carry on.

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