> Excuse me, but I take pride in having attending the first Bat Day in 1965
> (and Yankees lost both games), and having survived Horace Clark, Celerino
> Sanchez, and Jerry Kenney. I even attended the game when the Yankee
> pitching staff was so battered, they sent Rocky Colavito in to pitch.
>
> I remember Jim Ray Hart helping crush the Red Sox in the '78 Boston
> Massacre. I remember Ross Moschito, although I still can't figure out how
> he made the major league roster. I remember Danny Cater, and I particularly
> remember the player that the Sox were STUPID ENOUGH to send the Yankees in
> exchange for him, The Count, Sparky Lyle - and I fondly remember how they
> played Edward Elgar Pomp and Circumstance March #1 whenever The Count came
> into a game. I remember punching the wall when the Red Sox beat the Yankees
> on a ninth inning hit in the 1970s, and how I and buddy Needell screamed out
> the windows of his moving automobile when we thought the Yankees had
> acquired Vida Blue.
>
> I lived through the bad times, and can absolutely appreciate these good
> times. What a run! If only my father, who was a far more intense Yankee
> fan than me, had lived to see it. What a run indeed!
>
> Matt C