Monday, August 15, 2005

Why I Hate My Brother!

On a hot July Sunday in 1999, my phone rang. It was my brother calling to see if I was coming with him to go to the Yankee game. I was working and living in Rhode Island at the time and he was driving down from Newport, where we had summer rentals. I wanted to go so bad, but I knew I had work the next day and probably should be responsible for once in my life. It was a huge dilemma at the time because my family had tickets in the luxury box and it was going to be a great time. I told him to go ahead without me.

That day, I went to just about every bar in Newport looking for one that had the Yankee game on TV. Of course, not a single place had it. You see, Rhode Island is RETARDED. I will explain why another time. Anyway, I finally gave up and hit a bar with my friend and they had ESPN on. The sound was off, but the sportscaster was talking and there was a picture of David Cone posted. I started thinking, "Oh no, I hope he isn't hurt or something." Little did I know that I would feel much worse 5 seconds later. The next scene shown was the final out of David Cone's perfect game, the entire team is mobbing him and the Stadium is delirious.

My friend, Rover, was at the bar with me. He was studying to become a doctor. He explained to me later on that I went into a mild state of shock because my face went about 3 shades paler than it normally is and I had to hold onto the bar to keep from passing out. About that time, my brother is leaving me a voicemail on my phone screaming, "You won't believe this!!!...."

I got over it. I mean, I've enjoyed plenty of great moments at Yankee Stadium. I was in the locker room after they won the World Series later that year. But, still I should've been at that game.

Now, last week my brother had tickets behind home plate and he asked me to go for a mid-week afternoon game. I would have loved to have gone, but I had a lot of work to do and had a softball game that night so I decided that I couldn't do everything. You know, trying to be responsible and all.

The next day, I receive an email from my brother at the game and he is with The King, Jimmy Leyritz!!! One of the most clutch hitters ever. The one who started the last Yankee dynasty with his 3-run homerun against the Atlanta Braves to tie up Game 3 and avoid going 0-3 for the Series. The legend who hit the game-winning homerun in the bottom of the 15th in the playoffs against Seattle the year before (I was at that game). This is The King! When he was a player here, he heard about 2 brothers in the Bronx that recently became orphans and adopted them into his family. He was a true New Yorker even though he wasn't from here. I mean, the guy would take the 4 train to the Stadium! I love this guy!

So, here is why I hate my brother! hahaha. He is on the right. His boy Fitz is on the left taking my place at the game. The King himself, in the middle.

2 Comments:

Anonymous ira shwartz said...

Obviously you suffer from miserable rotton luck. I hope it sticks with you to your grave.

4:47 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The yankees suck !!!!

1:08 AM  

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