BLEACHERS BREW EST. MAY 2006

Someone asked me how my blog and newspaper column came to be titled "Bleachers Brew". It's like this, it's an amalgam of sorts of two things: The bleachers area in the stadium/arena where I used to sit when I would watch baseball, football, and basketball games and Miles Davis' great jazz album Bitches Brew. That's how it got culled together. I originally planned on calling it "The View from the Big Chair" that is a nod to Tears For Fear's second album, Songs from the Big Chair. So there.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Hiss! Boo! Dammit!


This is exactly how I feel about my New York Yankees. Twelve straight trips to the playoffs are in jeopardy and if you ask me, it ends now. That's not a lack of faith but reality that bites NY fans everywhere in the ass.

Watching the Yankees from 1982-93 was painful. I once walked into a curio store in Greenwich Village and saw a box baseball cards of the players from that era. I asked how much and the guy behind the counter said, "Ah dem losers... two bucks says it's all yers."

I forked over the dollars and looked at the cards: Steve Sax, Roberto Kelly, Don Mattingly, Steve Howe, and a whole bunch of others. I was surprised a card of Donnie Baseball was slipped in.

The great thing was they were getting better. They brought in Wade Boggs, Paul O'Niell, and Bernie Williams to name a few. Stick Michaels and Buck Showalter knew what they were doing.

But the good times have hit the skids in a big time way. I still read up and watch the team on a daily basis and after getting routed by the California Angels 12-1 and picking a fight with them, I'm wearing a brown bag on my head too.

Go out on a winning note, Yanks!

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