Like a child on Christmas morning, I seethe with anticipation over seeing new prospects take the field as much as I look forward to “getting together” with my Yankees “friends” of old. Call it a long distance homecoming of sorts.
I know it’s not the real deal, but it’s close enough to satisfy my craving for a glimpse of green turf, even if only one-dimensional.
It has motivated me to get out the old notebook and start planning my strategy for the total “New Year” NYY Logo revamp. Mother Nature has been a harsh coach, dumping several feet of snow upon the sacred space, felling trees and leaving serious pock marks on the face of the Yankees. Major League improvements are in order. More on that later.
In closing, I will leave all the complainers with something to ponder. When standing in a never-ending snow drift while, simultaneously, taking a pummeling by tumultuous boulders of the white stuff, courtesy of a behemoth DOT plow, I found myself buried up to my waist and surrounded by people grumbling about having to shovel mountains of snow the height of Mt. Everest.
Just as I was about to admit defeat, one simple thought occurred to me that would become my winter mantra:
I am shoveling beautiful, white, crystalline water that has fallen from the heavens.”
Do a good deed. Help a little old lady across the street. Hold a door open for a stranger. Tell someone how important they are to you. Sweep someone’s walkway to victory!