Comments on: Lasting Yankee Stadium Memory #58

By: Yankee Mama

Yankee Mama — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 13:48:10 +0000

Yeah, his smile did it for me as well.

By: yankee23

yankee23 — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 06:28:21 +0000

[1] It’s like what Vonnegut said: “We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.”

By: Alex Belth

Alex Belth — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 01:13:28 +0000

I really liked Abreu. He had a million-dollar smile.

By: Yankee Mama

Yankee Mama — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 00:23:46 +0000

Pat Jordan is my favorite. I make it a point to read almost everything he writes including his compilation that Alex edited. His exposés give great insight into his subjects and his take on them is hard to ignore, even when he’s writing about himself. Exposés is the perfect word to describe his articles as he exposes his characters with honest wit.

I enjoy how he injects himself into the interview as if to show us how his subjects relate to him is pertinent to the story, i.e. Mickey Rourke giving advice to Pat about his sick dog and how Pat cried.

As per his Yankee Stadium memory, I can’t help but feel a bit jealous that my experience was purely as a spectator (and a woman) and not as a potential player, even if his signing bonus was undercut. The memory might be bittersweet, but it’s certainly uncommon.

Interesting that the Yankees didn’t offer arbitration to anyone. Abreu would have made sense to me, a Type A player who would have given them a compensation pick if he signed elsewhere or at worst, would have stayed another year. Hey, what do I know?

By: Todd Drew

Todd Drew — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 19:59:22 +0000

I read “A False Spring” when I was a kid and liked Pat Jordan immediately. I wish he’d been everything he wanted to be as a ballplayer, but then he might not have been such a great writer.

I love this line from the New York Times Magazine story on Mickey Rourke:

“He has spent his entire adult life playing not fictional characters but an idealized delusional fantasy of himself.”

It made me think that we all play an idealized delusional fantasy of ourselves.