With a Tear in my Eye
There are a few things about me that ponder and amuse my friends. My being a Yankees fan, an adulterated one at that, is one such point. Ions ago my Grandmother and her sister would watch Cubs games, as they lived in Hammond, IN. Cubbies fans pretty much describes that side of the family. None-the-less, back in the '80s the Yankees sucked and you didn't have the glory of the internet to make them easily accessible. Then in college there was the 1996 World Series. Any baseball fan knows the story of how the Yanks won the first title since 1978. Those same fans know the story of Jorge, Pettitte, Mo, and Jeter. I won't bore you with the history of the core four. What I will tell you is that in many ways watching the four of them fade from the game in various stages of retirement makes me wrestle with my own memories. In 1996 I was a junior at Kentucky Wesleyan College. Imagine being a Yankees fan in Kentucky? I was. I ...