A fine (though hot and steamy) day at Yankee stadium. I had given my dad a choice of a Yankee game , or seeing the MLS all star soccer game next week vs Manchester United. And well…. here we are.
Rob and I accompanied him (to keep his out of mischief). The weather report was for very hot and steamy, with blazing sun. so, pop wore light shirt, a cap and sunscreen.. and for some reason – jeans.. My job was to spritz him with water every half inning. It worked quite well.
His highlight was a visit to monument park, and his hero – Lou Gehrig (he was at the farewell game in 1939 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lou_Gehrig ) … Rob’s highlight was paying $9.50 for a beer
“Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about the bad break I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth. I have been in ballparks for seventeen years and have never received anything but kindness and encouragement from you fans.
Look at these grand men. Which of you wouldn’t consider it the highlight of his career just to associate with them for even one day? Sure, I’m lucky. Who wouldn’t consider it an honor to have known Jacob Ruppert? Also, the builder of baseball’s greatest empire, Ed Barrow? To have spent six years with that wonderful little fellow, Miller Huggins? Then to have spent the next nine years with that outstanding leader, that smart student of psychology, the best manager in baseball today, Joe McCarthy? Sure, I’m lucky.
When the New York Giants, a team you would give your right arm to beat, and vice versa, sends you a gift — that’s something. When everybody down to the groundskeepers and those boys in white coats remember you with trophies — that’s something. When you have a wonderful mother-in-law who takes sides with you in squabbles with her own daughter — that’s something. When you have a father and a mother who work all their lives so that you can have an education and build your body — it’s a blessing. When you have a wife who has been a tower of strength and shown more courage than you dreamed existed — that’s the finest I know.
So I close in saying that I might have been given a bad break, but I’ve got an awful lot to live for. Thank you.
— Lou Gehrig at Yankee Stadium, July 4, 1939“
I enjoyed the YMCA rendition by the grounds crew (except for the dancers in the foreground). Alas, the critic gave it a thumbs down.
As for the game, I already forget what happened.