Showing posts with label New York Yankees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York Yankees. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Thirty-four Years Ago Today (or Tomorrow, but Probably Today)


It has long been a tale of family lore: Billy's first major league baseball game.

Earlier this month, I attended a wild one at Yankee Stadium (Yankees 14, Angels 9 - read about it here.)

The historical nature of the game (most likely my last one at the "old" Yankee stadium) got me a thinking, especially with my daughters in tow. So I hopped on the web and did a little research.

But before I continue, a generous cousin took Shayna and me to another wild one this past Sunday (Yankees 15, Royals 6) and we had completely awesome seats, so this past Sunday was my last game at the old Yankee Stadium (recap here).

Now, scroll back to another time: I was 7 years old and visiting my dear young dad (who would some day become The Ancient One, Blessed Be He). We had taken a break from summer in Springfield, Illinois, and were visiting my Grandma Martha Cohen in Southern California. We went to an Angels-Tigers game at "The Big A," the original stadium for the team then known as the California Angels.

Here's what I remember: it was a pitcher's duel, the stuff that excites grown-ups but bores little seven-year old boys. The game ended 1-0. The collective memory of me and my pops had the Tigers losing 1-0. Or maybe winning 1-0. I also remember a line drive foul ball coming right toward me at a million miles an hour, but somehow being miraculously diverted into the loge section above us Or we may have been in loge and it could have been an upper deck. Mickey Lolich pitched for the Tigers. Frank Tanana for the Angels. Or so we thought.

Fresh from the euphoria of the Angels loss at the hands of the Bronx Bombers, I went a digging in the cyber-archives.

Amazing what you find on line! There it is: Monday, August 19, 1974. Angels 1, Tigers 0. Winning pitcher: Frank Tanana. Losing pitcher: Fred Holdsworth? What?

And then you look at the play-by-play: a pitcher's gem indeed. The game ended in the bottom of the ninth after a lead-off single, a sacrifice, an intentional walk, a passed ball (moving both runners into scoring position, and then another intentional walk to load the bases, and then pinch runner Mickey Rivers scored on a sacrifice fly by pinch hitter Winston Llenas.

Game summary here.

But I am more impressed by who else I saw play that night...

For the Tigers, Al Kaline, Ron LeFlore, and the original third baseman named A-Rod, Aurelio Rodriguez (name the baseball player with all five vowels in his first name). Sad news, I just learned he died in 2000.

For the Angels, Denny Doyle, Bruce Bochte, Bobby Valentine and Frank Robinson.

But I had swore we saw Lolich pitch for Detroit. But I was more certain Tanana was there.

The next night, however, was more memorable. Maybe I saw that game instead?

It was Lolich. Against Nolan Ryan. Detroit won 1-0. Both pitchers went all 11 innings. And Ryan struck out 19 batters. And lost. Can you imagine?

No, it had to be the Tanana game. I would have remembered Ryan and 19 K's. Check out this box.

I called my father. He believes we saw Lolich-Ryan, but that it wasn't extra innings. I remember Tanana. But I was 7 and he was 37. Whose memory is more reliable? I can't imagine dear old dad having such a great month that both Nixon resigned and the Tigers won a game, despite fanning
nineteen times.

Of course, once he reads this, he'll remember who else was there and start making some phone calls. Or maybe he won't.

To you, Dad, I issue this challenge....tell us once and for all which game it was.....

Monday, May 26, 2008

Postscript

We last went to Camden Yards on August 6, 2006. See my post here. (BillyBlog is a handy resource, too). The score was the same way back then, 6-1, only the numbers were flipped - the Yanks had six and the O's had one.

We are back on the road, heading North. Hope everyone had a happy Memorial Day!

Game Over, Dude

Despite a flutter of offense (the Yanks scored 1 in the top of the 9th), the Orioles prevail 6-1.

Seventh Inning

LaTroy Hawkins comes in for the Yankees in relief and can't do it. Melvin Mora singles with men on and 2 out and knocks in a run. They pull Hawkins and bring in Jose Veras to face Nick Markakis who singles the first pitch into center, giving the O's a 3-0 lead. Then Aubrey Huff hits a 3-run blast to right-center. All of a sudden, it's 6-nothing Baltimore. The inning ends mercifullly after Luke Scott flies out to right.

Bottom of the 6th


And Nick Markakis of the Orioles just launched a 400+ foot home run to dead center. 1-0 Orioles. Aubrey Huff follows with a double. Pitching duel officially over!

Update from Camden Yards

A little excitement in the top of the 3rd. Johnny Damon thrown out at home to end the half-inning after Hideki Matsui got his second hit of the game.

Bottom of the fifth, still no score.

Free Enterprise at Camden Yards

The people I'm sitting next to, Yankee fans from Jersey just informed me that the ticket I bought, legally, was sold to the guy who sold it to me, for $20.

They sold it to him on the street and he turned it over at face value for a nice profit. He actually charged me 2 bucks extra, but I wasn't going to squabble. Especially since Grandpa paid $40 of the cost (and drove us down here). Thanks Barry!

Hot Yards


It's a beautiful sunny day here at Camden Yards. The fam is with Grandpa down in a field box, six rows behind the Yankee dugout. Camden has a "scalp-free zone" where you can buy face value tickets. Grandpa paid 4/5 of my seat, front row of the Club Level, right above (and back) from the rest of the gang.

Granted, I am not as close as the others, but there are pretty sweet seats. Look me up (section 246, row AA. Seat 10.

Good Morning, Baltimore...

We have arrived in Baltimore and are mulling about the lobby of the Marriott near the ballpark. Waiting for our party of fifteen (still waiting for ten more) to have brunch at Cafe Promenade. The place is teeming with Yankee fans.

Since the Yanks are not playing the Tigers, I am officially a Bronx Bomber fan today, in my Reyn Spooner Yankee "aloha" shirt, and a borrowed Yankee cap from my beloved wife, Melanie. Shayna informed me that I was not allowed to wear my Tigers hat, although wearing the
colors of two last-place teams (okay, the Tigers are tied for last and the Yankees are only a half-game from last. If they lose today, they'll take it back) seems ironic.

Is it irony? Perhaps not. By the way, great article ("Exposed" by Emily Gould) in today's Sunday NY Times about blogging and the separation between the public and the private. I read it on the way down in the car. There's even a bit of tattoo in it.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Lucky Squirrel!


Behold: it's Lucky the Squirrel, who watched last night's Yankees-Red Sox game in its entirety from atop the right field foul pole. Fans are already crediting Lucky with helping Johnny Damon's game-winning home run stay just fair. The question remains: how did Lucky get past Security?

Friday, July 13, 2007

Weekend Update

I know the week is almost over, but I'd like to take a fond look back and walk down memory lane.

Please indulge me as I pry open my brain pan and revel in the pleasant time I had one weekend, oh, it seems like it all happened yesterday ... Isn't that how it always is?

(Pausing for a moment of silent reflection)

So, last weekend, my calendar was full.

Friday night we joined our good friend Lisa at a 40th birthday celebration dinner she hosted at a nice restaurant called Compass on West 70th Street.

On the way, I snapped this shot, looking West down 72nd toward the Hudson River.


Anyway, Lisa had reserved a private room and we had a tasty dinner.

For appetizers, I had the fennel and arugula salad. Melanie had the spice crusted tuna carpaccio. My main course was pork loin with morels and Melanie had the bass, I think. She'll comment if she didn't. Vanilla chocolate cheesecake for dessert.

Pictured (below) is Lisa blowing out her candles.


Saturday morning, Shayna had her first "July League" baseball game. A select group from her league that played April-June were asked to continue at a higher level. Kids born in 1999 were eligible to participate in a sort of round-robin abbreviated two-week tourney.

Shayna had been one of the older kids on her team previously in a league in which the coaches pitched, everyone batted, and no one walked or struck out.

Now, she is on a team with 8, 9, 10, and 11-year olds. The pitchers are 11 and, as far as I an tell, Shayna is the only girl playing.

Well, her first game on Saturday morning found her there but not there. Something upset her and/or she had some serious butterflies. The end result was that she sat out and did not play. She missed her Sunday game (more on that later), but she did suit up and was in the line-up Wedneday, so we're guessing the nerves are behind her.

Despite the early disappointment, the day impropved significantly as Grandpa Barry Liss was in town and through a friend, had 2 extra tickets to the Yankees-Angels game.


The first ticket was for me, a birthday gift from Barry, and the second ticket went to Shayna, who is definitely getting her share of games (this was her 3rd this year, one prior Yankees, and one Mets).

What made this even more special was that it was "Old Timer's Day" at Yankee Stadium, so we got to see a lot of old players introduced and welcomed by the masses.

Even though I have only recently (since moving to New York in 1997) become a Yankees fan, there's still a thrill seeing the old Yankees take the field. Chris Chambliss, Oscar Gamble, Bucky Dent, Reggie Jackson, Goose Gossage and Ron Guidry, to name a few. Below, Goose acknowledges the crowd as Paul O'Neill looks on.



The Yankees were honoring the 30th anniversary of the 1977 championship season,
so the honorees were all recognizable to someone who was 10 that year, the stepson of a Yankee fan (at the time), and a collector of baseball cards. When the introduced Ed Figueroa, I told Shayna I had, like, fifty of his "traded" cards.

We all got collector's pins (above) affixed to special cards (below).


More info on Old Timer's Day at Yankee Stadium here.

By the time the actual game started at 3:50, the sun was behind us, leaving us in shadows. Sure we were in the upper deck, but the views were sweet.


The game was a classic, of sorts. Roger Clemens was on the mound.
He had thrown a gem in his previous start, so I expected to be disappointed. However, he was good, aided by some great fielding. John Lackey, from the Angels, was better, striking out 11 Yankees to Clemens' 3. At the end of the 8th inning, the score was knotted at 1 apiece.






The good pitching continued and Shayna, who has seen more extra-inning games than 9-inning ones, got another doozy.


Unfortunately, Miguel Cairo threw away the game in the top of the 13th inning, committing two errors on one play.

Despite runners on the corners with only one out in the bottom of the 13th, the Bronx Bombers couldn't get anyone across home plate, leaving the crowd disappointed.

An article about the game is here.

On Sunday (July 8), we headed to Paramus to celebrate cousin Alexis' 6th birthday. The party was at the Paramus firehouse and had a movie theme. Check out this cake:

In case you can't tell, the cake was gigantic. Here's another perspective:


After watching Ice Age 2: The Great Meltdown, Jolee and Shayna checked out the firetrucks.

After the party, we were invited by other cousins, Natalia and David Schull, along with their sons Nico and Matt, to join them for swimming at the Mamaroneck Beach and Yacht Club. The kids all had a great time playing together at the pool, and the adults had some nice R&R time. Below, Jolee relaxes (and tries not to pose) at the beach, before we had a nice dinner with the cousins at the club.

After a long day, Grandpa Barry drove us back to Brooklyn and I snapped some pictures from the car:

Quite a weekend. Much busier than most, yet very enjoyable for all!

Monday, July 09, 2007

All the News Thats Fit to Read This Morning on the Subway

The New York Times had a glut of interesting fodder to read on Sunday. Since I had an extremely busy weekend (more on that later), I am throwing you links to the pieces that my beloved set aside for me to peruse.

A great article about Bloglyn, the propensity for blogging in Brooklyn. Here.

A piece about Don Mayo, a Maui resident with season tickets to the New York Yankees here.

An essay by Haruki Murakami about the influence of jazz on his writing here.

A fun article for tourists on how to survive/navigate New York City subways. Here.

This is a must for Harry Potter fans. Five suggested ways to end the series. Including a gruesome one from the co-creator of Lost. Links here.

For those who do not wish to register with the Times website, or you are reading this at a future date when they want to charge you to read the archived articles, head over to BillyBlog2 for the cached versions:

Blogging in Brooklyn

Hawaii Yankees Fan

Murakami on Jazz

Surviving Subways

Sorry, too much work to cache the whole Potter piece (five separate essays)

Monday, May 21, 2007

That's Doctor Bernie, Baby!

I'm a Yankees fan by marriage (sorry, Dad), and by city of residence, but I cheered for my favorite team since childhood, the Detroit Tigers, last year when they handily defeated the Bronx Bombers (heh heh) in the ALDS.

However, I suffer some guilt knowing, in hindsight, that the Tigers' series was the end of the road for one of my favorite Yankee players, Bernie Williams.

The New York Times has an online article about Bernie that just warmed my heart, so I thought I'd share it here. Class acts are few and far between in Major League Baseball, and I ask myself, would the Yankees be doing worse this year with Bernie in pinstripes?




Different Uniform, but Same Cheers for Dr. Williams

Published: May 21, 2007

The graduates had filed into the Theater at Madison Square Garden, and as the screech of bagpipes accompanied the procession of Iona College’s administration and faculty members toward the flower-rimmed stage yesterday, Bernie Williams, with that familiar shy smile and taller than most in a black robe and with a gold tassel swinging from his black mortarboard, returned to public life for about two hours.

But not everyone there knew or cared.

After a glance at the program, a middle-aged woman was overheard earlier asking her husband, “Who’s this Bernie Williams?”

“He was a Yankee player, until this year.”

“What’s he doing here?” she said.

“He’s getting an honorary degree,” she was informed.

“Oh,” she said, sounding impressed.

Bernie Williams was a Yankee all right. And what a Yankee. Of all their center fielders, only Joe DiMaggio and Mickey Mantle were better. Over his 16 seasons, he had a .297 average with 287 home runs and 1,257 runs batted in with four World Series rings, one American League batting title and four Gold Glove awards. Nobody ever complained that he was not worth the seven-year, $87.5 million contract he signed late in 1998.

As a designated hitter and part-time outfielder last season, he batted a timely .281 with 12 home runs and 61 R.B.I. That was enough, he assumed, to deserve another season, even at 38.

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But the Yankees, meaning General Manager Brian Cashman and their front-office brain trust, didn’t think he fit “the dynamics,” as Cashman said, of this year’s roster. Instead, he was offered merely a minor league contract with the opportunity to make the team in spring training. Understandably, his pride couldn’t accept that. After all he had done for the Yankees, and done so well, he wasn’t about to attend what amounted to a tryout camp.

Joe Torre, the Yankees’ manager, wanted him and asked him to reconsider, but he didn’t. Still hoping the Yankees might change their mind, Williams continued to work out near his home in Armonk, N.Y., in case the Yankees called, but they didn’t. On opening day, classy as always, he called Torre to wish him luck for the season and, declining requests from the news media, he retired from public life — at least until Iona called about the honorary degree.

Now, as Williams stood with his mortarboard and gold tassel over his heart for the national anthem at the commencement, someone yelled, “Let’s go, Bernie,” prompting that shy smile. After the invocation, the welcome and the president’s greeting, Williams was introduced as “our honored speaker.” After more cheers and a quick chant of “Ber-nie, Ber-nie, Ber-nie,” he stood at the lectern, in a way again batting fourth, as he had for the Yankees for so many years.

He wasn’t being honored only for his classy career in baseball. He’s a classical guitarist. He supported the Children’s Health Fund, which provides care for homeless and needy children.

As fund-raisers and volunteers for Hillside Food Outreach, he and his wife, Waleska, have made food deliveries to five hungry families in Westchester County.

In his speech, Williams talked about how his father inspired his love of the guitar and he quoted Oprah Winfrey as saying, “The big secret in life is that there is no big secret.” He recalled how, as a teenager with the Yankees, he “had to have the ability to outwork” the other prospects, and how he was told that he would never make it in baseball or in music.

“That doubt fueled my reaching both my goals,” he told the graduates. He added: “My path has become my journey, and my journey has become what I am today. ... Don’t be afraid to take risks. ... Stay focused on the things you can control and don’t worry about the things you can’t control. ... Don’t let your job define who you are. Your relationships will define who you are.”

More cheers, as if he had just hit a home run. He sat down as honorary degrees were conferred on Robert M. Morgenthau, the 87-year-old Manhattan district attorney, and David A. Pope, who runs the Generoso Pope Foundation, named for his great-grandfather. He then stood as the white hood of a doctor of humane letters was draped over his shoulders.

More cheers and a loud “Yeah, Bernie” from the seats. He was then told, “Congratulations, Dr. Williams.”

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For the next hour, about 1,000 graduates passed by him on the way to receiving their diplomas. Dozens took a quick detour to shake his hand. Polite as always, Williams rose slightly as each graduate approached, smiled shyly and shook hands. One graduate even slipped him what looked like a piece of paper that he quickly autographed.

Half a dozen members of the news media had hoped to talk to Williams, but they were told that on orders from his agent, Scott Boras, he “will not meet with anybody.”

And soon, in the procession of Iona’s administration and faculty from the stage, Dr. Bernie Williams, the gold tassel swinging on his black mortarboard, resumed his retirement from public life.

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We miss you, Bernie, baby.

Hiroko Masuike for The New York Times

Bernie Williams, seated, congratulating a graduate at Iona College’s commencement.