Facing off against Jays fan Jeremy Naylor in a cheesecake eating contest at a Cyclones game. I lost, but I did have Wet-naps on me.
The Lady of the House in The House That Ruth Built.
No, Emily Post is not booing A-Rod. More likely this is when they cut off beer sales.
Mattingly Day, 1997. It was the last day before players could be activated to qualify for the post-season roster, so I was hoping the Yankees had this great plan to activate him after a year off so he could help them defend their title. A younger Steinbrenner may have gone for the stunt.
You can imagine my disappointment when Mattingly showed up in a suit.
I got to touch the monuments without security swarming and tear-gassing me into submission.
A Sox fan crony Phil attempts to crush Hideki Matsui. Matsui went on to homer twice in this game in 2004.
Not sure if this voodoo was attempted prior to Matsui breaking his wrist this year.
The ebullient Freddy. How did he get such great seats? For that matter, how did I get such great seats?
I’m playing in an adult baseball league in LA (adult little league, but with more sensitive egos and without the tee). I couldn’t convince my team to form the Yankees so I have to instead daydream of being Marvin Benard.
Vin says hello to photographer friend Ellen Tunney (ellentunney.com).
I get the feeling Scully has that look on his face for the entire time he sits in traffic.
At Matteo’s in West LA. When DiMaggio was headed there in 1986, Sinatra was tipped off and came by to bury the hatchet. Joe D’s driver got word of this and, without telling Joe, brought him to Dan Tana’s in West Hollywood instead to avoid the confrontation. Now they’re both gone and the likes of me show up and order the Dabney Coleman.