Conclusion: It’s not something I’d do, but I don’t understand why everyone is throwing him under the bus now after all that he did for us.
I decided to start off with the conclusion I’ve come to about “The Yankee Years” or “Ranking Beers” if you’re not a baseball fan. I’ve thumbed through Mr. Torre’s book and to me, it doesn’t hurt the prestige or honor of the pinstripes. Nor does it make me want to turn my back on a guy who has brought me many great memories.
That being said though, I don’t think it was a wise move on Mr. Torre’s part to write this book. Only because of all the media grief and “Benedict Torre” comments by EX-fans. Honestly though, this book doesn’t paint Mr. Torre as the good guy and the Yankees as the bad guys. So, don’t think it’s like that… Verducci is coming from a very neutral ground (in my opinion). The book shows Mr. Torre’s colorful vocabulary and his relationships with the men he was in charge of for twelve years.
The book in a nut shell, Joe wanted to be the Yankees’ GM, but that would have meant a pay cut and his Brother Frank Torre didn’t think it was worth the hassle… Then Mr. Steinbrenner called him up and was like dude, want to be our manager… Mr. Torre responded with a “Hell, yes!”
We already know the rest… David Wells is a rough-neck jerk, who could pitch like crazy. Derek Jeter is a SAINT, Mariano Rivera is classy in a hardworking kind of way. Mr. Torre missed the days of Paulie, Brosius, and Tino… Pettitte is underrated, Jorge Posada, Paul O’Neill, and Tino Martinez are intense characters. Giambi is a sucky defensive player and A-Rod is a pre-MADONNA… I mean prima donna (gah, I just blew another new years resolution). He’s also a bit inconsistent and his teammates and coaches used to hassle him about it.
I’m just sick of all the commotion this book is causing in Yankees Universe… It is ripping us apart people! Now is a time we should united and become one powerful universe! Let’s all decide to move on and not worry about the past.
Forgive and forget… yea, yea, yea relive and regret, but I don’t think Girardi will be writing any books anytime soon…
I don’t even know why I let this bug me so much… I just don’t want Mr. Torre to be another Yogi Berra. I LOVE Mr. Berra… and I can’t imagine my life without him being around the Yankees. I named my teacup poodle Yogi for goodness sakes! I wouldn’t want my little cousins to grow up in a world where Joe Torre is banished from Yankee Stadium and outcast by fans that he once offered so much bliss for.
OK, I’m finished. I’m not trying to make Joe into a saint, again, I wouldn’t have done the book if I was him, but I honestly believe him when he said he thought of the book as more of a piece of history rather than a tell-all. We’ll see how it turns out I guess.
FINAL WHISPER: Am I getting too crazy over this? I just don’t want to have to listen to people bring this book up every time the Yankees have a bad game or every time Jeter and A-Rod look at each other in an odd way. Some sports networks, I wont name names, like to “hate” on the Yankees and I think this is just ammo for them. But, I think those people are blowing it WAY out of proportion!
Baseball Nerdish as Always,
I was flipped off 4 times, 6 car horns angrily shouted at me, and I about wrecked my car today.
The day started off like any other. I got up at 4:45am and headed to the gym for my 5am morning workout. Some where between the cardio and weight lifting, it donned on me.
Today is the day! Confessions of a She-Fan and The Yankee Years both come out today!
I pre-ordered my copy of Confessions of a She-Fan from Amazon. I wasn’t sure if it would make it to my house today or what. I was just praying my copy got to me before the author, Jane Heller, makes her second appearance on “A Show of Their Own.”
We’ve had several authors on the show. I usually buy their book as soon as I know we’ve got them booked, that way I have plenty of time to read it. There is nothing I hate more than not being prepared for an interview. I remember my last interview, I asked this man a question and he answered another question in addition to the one I had asked, but I, for some reason, asked him the other question he had answered right after he finished answering the first question (if that makes sense). I was horrified. I tried to play it off, but I don’t think it was very successful.
Anyway, by the time I finished working out it was 7:30. I decided I would swing by my local book store, because, what book store will not be open at 7:30? Apparently, my local book store does not open until 9:00.
I was going to have to wait until 3pm to get my copy of The Yankee Years. I contemplated skipping my first class to go get my copy, but I remembered I had a paper due. Maybe I could email my paper to my professor… that way I can skip class and still turn in my paper. Nah… I new I had to go to class. So, then I thought to myself, maybe I can cut off early from class and leave after my first class. Oral Interpretation isn’t a class I need to succeed in the real world. And certainly missing one class will not hurt. But, it donned on me that today we were performing our duo scripts. I couldn’t leave my partner out in the cold… he’s a nice guy, who certainly has a future in acting should he choose to go that rout. Maybe I can forego my last class… but I have the same professor from Oral Interp… so, I decided that I would wait.
With every passing minute, wild thoughts ran through my mind….
This is North Carolina… They will not stock Mr. Torre’s book. If Bobby Cox had a book out, I bet the stores would be packed…
Gah, I hate the Braves… Why do I have to live in NC?
I’m going to be the only Yankee fan without a copy…
My local bookstore is small… I bet I’ll have to drive into the “Big” city to find a store that carries it.
What if my copy of Confessions of a She-Fan doesn’t get here until after the interview… how could I miss out on what is sure to be a cult classic?
What if there really are other Yankees fans in North Carolina… what if they buy all the books before I get there?
I was hysterical by noon.
But, after class I called my local bookstore and promptly asked,
“Do you have a copy of The Yankee Years?”
I was shocked at what came next… True story too…
“What genre would this book be under?”
“What type of book is this Ranking Beers? comedy, drama, romance, fiction, non-fiction…”
“I know what the word genre means… the title of the book isn’t Ranking Beers, it’s The Yankee Years“
“Sports – Apparently non-fiction. It’s Joe Torre and Tom Verducci’s book. You know the one that everyone on the face of the earth is talking about!”
“Hmm… I’m not sure. So is this like a Harry Potter type thing”
By this point I was pretty sure the man was just trying to annoy me. He knew exactly what I was talking about!
“Yes, it is exactly like Harry Potter only, it’s about the NEW YORK YANKEES and has nothing to do with witches or spells or what ever else is in Harry Potter!!!”
“Okay, let me check…”
((((((He put me on hold. I’m sure he was laughing at the great prank he was able to pull off)))))
“Did the book just come out today?”
“Ok then, we have it on our shelves”
“Can you hold a copy for me?”
“We can’t do that”
“I’m on the way right now, I just don’t want anyone to buy the last one before I get there.”
“No one has bought this book all day. We have plenty. Ma’am.”
“ok thank you for your help, bye”
This man must have thought I was nutty. I didn’t live in New York… I guess it slipped my mind. People around here don’t read for fun. Let alone read a book about the Yankees. What was I so worried about?
I went in to the store, and right there, before my eyes were what seemed like 100 or so copies of The Yankee Years. I grabbed one and clutched it in my hand, no one was getting my copy!
I looked around for a copy of Confessions of a She-Fan. I was thinking about buying a copy, although I already ordered one from Amazon. Again, I was terrified my book wouldn’t get to me before we interview Jane. I didn’t see any copies of the book, so I went to the check-out table both happy and defeated.
I bought Mr. Torre’s book. I saw the guy who spoke with me on the phone. I only knew it was him because I recognized his voice. He was on his cell phone complaining to a friend about how his boss was acting weird and he was worried he would get fired. He motioned for an older lady to check me out. And just like that I was on my way.
I couldn’t wait to get home to read my new book. I walked out of the store with my nose stuck in the book. I walked to my car as I read the book and pretty soon, I was driving down the road reading The Yankee Years.
4 people flipped me off (those are the only ones I saw) because I was driving 35 mph in a 55 mph zone. Hey, at least I was in the outside lane! All the car horns came because I was so engulfed in my book at a red light that I forgot to go once the light turned green… so we all had to sit through the long light again. Again, this is all a true story…
Some guy bravely passed me and decided he was going to give me a dose of my own medicine. He decided if I was going to drive slow in front of him, he would do the same to me… I was reading my book and he slows down with out my knowledge. Luckily, I looked up… I had to slam on breaks to avoid a wreck.
When I got home, I met the nice UPS man at my door. He greeted me with my very own copy of Confessions of a She-Fan. Actually, I ordered two copies by mistake. I think I’ll give my second copy away as a prize on “A Show of Their Own” Sunday after we interview Jane.
FINAL WHISPER: I can’t wait to finish both of these books. For obvious reasons I’m going to be reading Jane’s book first. I never knew A-rod (Al) had eyes the color of pistachio… I can’t wait for the interview. To listen to the interview simply join us at www.blogtalkradio.com/ashowoftheirown this Sunday at 9pm EST.
Baseball Nerdish as Always,
Congrats to the Pittsburg Steelers… I wasn’t rooting for them, but I can honestly say great job and congrats to the Steelers since I had no emotional investment in the game whatsoever. I mean, it’s not like it was the World Series!
I read in my local news paper (which is dying at a painfully obvious rate) that Derek Jeter was rooting for the Steelers. Not because he cared for the team, or disliked the Cardinals, but because he roots for people he knows. Big Ben and the Bus recently attended Jeter’s annual charity golf tournament in Florida. The festivities had sort of a football theme, so I assume some uninspired member of the press asked who he was rooting for. I bet they asked Jeter while he was standing beside one of those guys too. Not that Jeter wouldn’t pull for them anyway, it’s just that some members of the press always ask opinion questions with someone of influence standing next to the interviewee; and it all seems a bit contrived. Anyway… Jeter was rooting for the Steelers and I was rooting for the Cardinals… Steelers won, I didn’t care… Spring Training is only 10 days 18 hours and 29 minutes away (ok I cheated and looked on the official New York Yankees website).
Last week I attended the annual softball coaches meeting. This is a pointless meeting that all high school coaches in NC have to attend prior to the season. They go over rule changes and points of emphasis.
This year, they told us that the definition of a bunt attempt was changed to required the bat to be withdrawn from the zone in order to take a pitch… UMM.. DUH!!! That’s always been a rule, it’s not different. Oh and pitchers can only have 1 ½ clockwise revolutions in her windup… again, DUH… I want to know what pitcher did 2 + revolutions! I mean come on, this is common sense, knowledge of the game type stuff.
I did, however, find it fun to sit and chat with my old high school basketball and softball coach who was in attendance. Basically the meeting is for coaches to come and scope out the competition for coach of the year and see if any other coaches you play against will let some team short-coming slip. I plant false rumors about my team… I said that I only have 3 girls who have ever played before, so it’s going to be interesting this year. Haha sad thing is, that’s not such a big fabrication…
As soon as the meeting was over, the umpires had their annual meeting… I passed my “favorite” umpire… the one who likes to throw me out of games. I shouldn’t have even been restricted to the dugout last year… I went up to him and told him the pitcher was pitching illegally and he needs to watch it because that puts my girls at a disadvantage… well he didn’t do a darn thing, so I told him and the base ump again… only not so nice.
Then he started calling balls for my pitcher when they were obvious strikes so I take it personally and start yelling at my girls, which they’ve come to expect. I yell at them about the ump… that usually gets me out of being tossed. See, if you are not looking at the ump, you can say anything you like about him, without saying “blue,” “ump,” “lardo,” “Mr. Lens Crafters,” or “that stupid piece of BEEP.”
I just turn my back and yell at my girls about how bad they are being treated and how ashamed I am of the NFHS for allowing such a travesty. And how, obviously, this guy has never played the game before so he doesn’t know a strike from his left, well… you know. Or how this guy probably couldn’t cut it as a college or minor league ump so he had to settle and now he’s just sadistic. Ok, so I get carried away during softball games, but that’s what makes life worth living, right?
FINAL WHISPER: I was actually nice to the ump at the meeting. I held the door open for him and smiled. This year my goal is to not get tossed… or only get tossed once. We’ll see how things go.
There isn’t much going on in Yankees Universe, so sorry for the lack of useful Yankees knowledge in this post.
OH… I almost forgot. Joe Torre’s book comes out tomorrow. I’m thinking of camping out at B&N. Just Kidding! I’m not one to make rash decisions, so I’m going to wait until after I read “The Yankee Years” before I write Joe Torre off as Benedict Torre. I’m actually excited to read it, Joe never revealed his emotions on the bench, so it will be interesting to see exactly what he was thinking. I think it is sad that a few quotes have been blown out of proportion, but I guess it was just blown to Yankee proportion, right…
If you are wondering why I haven’t posted anything this week, it’s because this has been the worst week of my life to say the least. I usually tell you all everything, but I don’t feel comfortable discussing this on my blog (I should note that it’s nothing involving the law)…
Anyway, back to baseball…
So, tomorrow is the Super Bowl. I’m pulling for the Cardinals. Only because I think Kurt Warner is a great person (not to mention he carried my fantasy football team this year). I’m not emotionally invested in the game, but I like sports so it’s all good.
Recently, I heard on the radio that someone (I forget who, sorry) did a study and the sale of Viagra, and other like products, goes up drastically during the week leading up to the Super Bowl. Now, that’s all we need at Super Bowl parties… some of those commercials are getting very vulgar (especially the PETA commercial that was banned).
Any who… I decided to investigate. I’ve decided that it’s baseball players (the super stars) who are buying all the Viagra… I mean how else could A-Rod keep up with Madonna? haha totally kidding about all of that.
OH!! I just went to my mail box and guess what. Joe Torre sent me a nice invitation to his annual Super Bowl party. “BYOB” what a penny pincher… I thought it wasn’t about the money, Joe… good thing I don’t drink. I go every year, but this year should be interesting, what with A-Fraud, Golden child Jeter, Boorish Boomer, and the likes all getting together to watch football. Maybe they’ll take some Viagra before they get to the party… wait, that’s not what I mean…
I guess I’ve got to go play peace maker at this thing…
I hear Larry King will be there too… Brian Cashman hasn’t RSVP’d according to Joe.
FINAL WHISPER: But seriously, that would be some interesting party wouldn’t it?! What I would give to just be a fly on the wall
Baseball Nerdish as Always,