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Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Will Leitch's Excellent Observations at the NYTimes Today

Oh well, another Yankees post but this one is a testament to NY Sports fans that deserves some attention.

Will Leitch writes, Fair and Foul. In part...
When it ended, fans were not storming the field, or screaming for vengeance, or burning their Yankees caps. When Torre came out to the mound for his final pitching change, fans, while still holding out hope, recognized the moment, chanting his name, knowing they were likely seeing him for the last time. Steinbrenner probably thought – if he was still awake – they would be hissing, furious at another missed opportunity, thirsty for blood. But fans are smarter than that. They knew, if Torre does leave, that they were seeing the end of something that was beautiful to them. Torre had not failed them, and neither had Rodriguez, or Jeter, or even Wang. Sometimes, in baseball, you lose. The fans were not gnashing teeth and rending garments; they were not about to abandon their team. They never were.

Baseball is a game of rhythms, of tradition, of familiar faces, of knowing that every day, your team will be playing and you will be cheering. It is about bonds and family and camaraderie with those whom you otherwise would have nothing in common. It is, above all, about finding a semblance of a home.
Nice piece.
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