Today was the first great warm spring day of the year. It was downright hot in the sun. Dude, there was a lot of giggling out there if you know what I saying. It was just great. Beautiful night for baseball. Best of the season so far. Let's hope we get good Moose and not stewed Moose. And hope that Beckett isn't killin' it like he's wont ta do. Irregardless, as they say in the Bronx, let's hope they can get this in at a running time something this side of Shoah.... lire la suite
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It goes without saying that everyone here in the Bronx Banter community is sending best wishes to Harlan Chamberlain today.
Today was the first great warm spring day of the year. It was downright hot in the sun. Dude, there was a lot of giggling out there if you know what I saying. It was just great. Beautiful night for baseball. Best of the season so far. Let's hope we get good Moose and not stewed Moose. And hope that Beckett isn't killin' it like he's wont ta do. Irregardless, as they say in the Bronx, let's hope they can get this in at a running time something this side of Shoah.
Getting to know Pat Jordan has been one of the highlights of my brief time hanging around sports writers. First, Pat was candid and funny in an interview I did with him for Bronx Banter back in 2003, then he occasionally gave me writing tips as I worked on my first book, a biography of Curt Flood. After that book came out, I approached Pat about doing a compilation of his best stories. I was shocked that one didn't already exist. It's the kind of project he'd never offer up on his own but he was more than delighted to be involved. So I wrote a proposal, got the book sold, and then we had a wonderful time going through well over one hundred profiles and finally selecting 26 stories to appear in the collection The Best Sports Writing of Pat Jordan.
I don't drink so I don't go to bars. But I like the idea of the local bar, where you can go watch the game and yes, where everybody knows your name. In many ways, blogs like Bronx Banter are on-line bars, community meeting spots, where a host of like-minded people can get together to follow, in this case, the Yankees. We get all kinds here, and I know that I often learn more from the comments section than I would from reading a newspaper. Sure, every so often the conversation will digress, but more often than not, I'd say Banter commenters are funny, enlightening and a good group to hang with.
I've souped-up a series of exclusive Bronx Banter takes on thesummer gatheringof the New York Giants Nostalgia Society. They are intended to be little nuggets of Noo Yawk Lovliness.
[Editor's Note: I love reading long interviews and during the first few years here at Bronx Banter was able to conduct a series of them myself. For a number of reasons I wasn't able to keep doing them. So I'm happy to present the following, a QA with veteran baseball author Harvey Frommer, that was done by Hank Waddles, who is no stranger to indepth interviews.]
This is sixth season I've covered the Yankees here at Bronx Banter and the first time they've missed the playoffs, which only goes to underscore just how fortunate we've been. However, just cause our boys won't be playing ball in October, doesn't mean that we're going anywhere. Like Earl Weaver once said, This ain't football, we do this everyday. That goes for the post-season as well. So you'll be getting more from the gang--Cliff, Bruce, Emma and Will--throughout the cold winter months.
Jonathan Mahler, author of The Bronx is Burning, and a frequent contributor to the New York Times Magazine, has a long profile on the Steinbrenner clan in the latest issue of Play. It is a detailed, behind-the-scenes look at the changes that have taken place in the Yankee organization over the past calendar year. Mahler paints Hank and Hal Steinbrenner as we've come to know them--good cop, bad cop. It is interesting that Hank rebelled against his father and yet often sounds a lot like The Boss. Witness this bit at the end of the piece:
The game was been postponed until tomorrow night. A major drag for all those fans who schlepped up to the Bronx and stood around in the rain. Now, they wouldn't have wanted to schedule the series in Toronto to begin with, no that would have made too much sense.
My wife and I trekked out to Yankee Stadium yesterday, shelled out about $25 a piece on train and subway fare, then and sunk another $25 or so into some eats at the ballpark as we sat in the cold, misting rain for two and a half hours waiting for a ball game that was never played. Back in New Jersey this afternoon, the rain seems to have finally ceased and the sun is starting to filter through the still-overcast sky, but I'm not going back to the Bronx tonight. My wife is working late and, frankly, I'm too worn out and pissed off from our journey yesterday to bother, even though they should actually play the final Opening Day game in Yankee Stadium history at 7:05 tonight.