Sunday Baseball
My Dad loved the time of the year when he opened up the garage and placed the television there.
I thought about that today as I watched the Yankees lose to the Rays in an epically lousy game.
We watched so many Sunday games in the garage. The sauce was in a roaster and it didn’t matter how many people showed up there was plenty.
And it’s funny going through some of the old box scores because in our salad days, the Yankees weren’t World Series contenders.
They went from 1978 to 1996 without a title.
Not that they weren’t good.
There were years when they won more than 95 games and didn’t make the playoffs because there weren’t wild cards back then.
Didn’t matter.
They needed to win those Sunday games while we were all together.
Here in 2025 the Sunday lineup isn’t always the best one they put out all week.
Boone likes to give a guy a day of rest every week.
There wasn’t time management considerations back 30 years ago.
If a guy could walk he played.
On Saturday the Yankees 25-year-old shortstop, Anthony Volpe, landed awkwardly when he dove for a grounder.
A stinger.
Three trainers and the manager came running out. They huddled around Volpe.
He was fine!
Even finished the game. After the game everything came back clean. The X-ray and the MRI were fine.
I just knew he wasn’t going to be in the Sunday lineup.
“He’s a little sore.”
Drives me crazy!
If I didn’t work because I was a little sore I’d never work again!
So, on a day when I reminisced about the old great Sunday Yankees games…
…they played a clunker.
Because they all needed to rest!
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