Playing The Field…

I am perceived to be a monogamous married woman.

But, I must come clean and admit that I am a daily playa’.

A dichotomy…absolutely.

I am a devoted observer of men in pinstripes.

I have a date with destiny every single day.

I have only missed watching 10 Yankee games out of the 121 already played this season.

I fawn over my favorites…the speed and effort displayed by Brett Gardner, the consistency of back up catcher Austin Romine, 2nd baseman Gleyber Torres and DJ LeMahieu, the tenacity of Gio Urshela, DiDi Gregorius’ gregarious personality, Judge’s fielding, unending frustration with Gary Sanchez,  Aroldis Chapman’s 9th inning insanity…I could go on and on.

The Boys Of Summer are my afternoon delight.

The Yankees are a bright spot, a highlight reel combating the unsettling political playing field.

My husband used to find my devotion a foul ball, but now he is on Team Toby and even watches with me.

He no longer resents my obsession with younger men.

When they lose, I definitely feel the pain, but, ultimately, the Bronx Bombers never strikeout with me.

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One Comment

  1. If on the outside chance you should need some reinforcement for your obsession- there is always the
    wonderful memoir by Doris Kearns Goodwin’
    ‘Wait Till Next Year’. And John Sexton’s book
    Baseball As A Road To God’. With a forward by
    Doris Kearns Goodwin.

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