One thing that comes through even more clearly than I grasped was just HOW unstable/psychotic/violent/alcohol-fueled Billy Martin was. I admit this affects my response to, say, the Ken Griffey 'hatred' of the Yankees for what MARTIN as a nutbar did in the clubhouse that day. To pin that on the organization may well work to motivate a dude, but it doesn't speak to being a grownup.

The team was a swamp of toxicity. It was an absurdly different era. Quick example: after Reggie homered in the playoff game, he detoured past where Steinbrenner was sitting, close to the dugout, to shake hands with HIM before rejoining his teammates. Can you IMAGINE that today? Can you imagine anyone else doing it even then?

All the 'good stuff' from the game is in there, for those who might not have tracked the 'lore' of the Bucky Dent game. Rivers noticing the crack in Bucky's bat, making him use another after he fouled the ball off himself. Lou bluffing on the fly ball he utterly lost in the sun, keeping a runner from advancing to where the next fly ball would have been a sac fly (and Lou getting VERY lucky in stabbing that fly as it landed and almost went by him ... I remember being so enraged at him for missing an easy fly ... turns out he saved the game.)

The hilarious story of Gossage, who was very shaky his first few appearances (his first year as a Yankee, insecure, and plopped into a replace Lyle role, with Lyle going to set-up) ... took the mound one day, Munson comes out, laughing, says, 'Look at Rivers' and Goose turns to see Mickey lined up like a sprinter facing the center field wall, ready to RUN after the expected smash over his head.

It is worth reading. 14 1/2 games back in July. My, my, my...

Oh, and Jim Rice apparently broke bats checking his swing THREE times in his career. Before maple bats yet.

I guess you could say the Munson/Reggie story has parallels with the Jeter/ARod story. Except unlike Reggie, ARod has been very, very cool (and still is) about respecting Jeter's 'position' in NY. Just imagine how the fans would have reacted if ARod pulled some shit (Can you IMAGINE that today?) like Reggie did.

I remember the season. The unlikely and thrilling makeup of a 14 game lead. Coming into Boston 8 games behind and the 'Boston Massacre'. Boston had an awesome team. That four game sweep was the grittiest 4 regular season games the Yankees ever played.

For the famous playoff game, I was in Colorado. I was with the girlfriend at a huge family reunion. Both her brothers were in Colorado, and the grandparents assembled the entire family, the 3 children, their grandkids and me. So there we were, at a table for 12 at a fancy restaurant, for the big reunion dinner... the first time the entire family had ever been together as adults.

Somewhere late into dinner, I 'excused' myself and went out to my rental car to check the game, figuring it was over. I tuned in for the final out in the bottom of the eighth. I knew I would catch hell for it, but I had to hear the rest of the game.

Between the 'inlaws', my stuation, and the game, I was racked with tension. I wanted to go back to dinner and just read the results of the game in the next mornings paper. But I stayed. By the time Yaz came up, I was literally in pain. When he hit that deep drive, I all but shit myself. This entire, amazing season, all determined by one, deep fly ball.

While it turned out to be the grestest victory I experienced as I Yankee fan, I was such a wreck, I couldn't enjoy it. Maybe like you feel if you fall off a 10 story building and amazingly walk away unscathed.

So, I walked back to the family, some 1/2 hour later, feeling like I'd been through a war. What I remember most is when I went to sit down, 11 pairs of eyes boring in on me like.... WTF!

While the family chit-chat continued, all my 'father-in-law' could do was stare at me. Wonder what he was thinking? So the biggest family event in my GF's adult lfe became...
Where the Fuck was OldYanksFan?

The book does bring it back. Pick it up, OYF.

I dunno. I can appreciate someone who wasn't "awed" (for lack of a better word) by NY. One quote of Reggie's that always stuck with me was "I didn't come to NY to be a star, I bought mine with me." I can appreciate that.

Bryant, in his discussion of kids playing hookie from school to see the game, neglects to point out the game was played on the first day of Rosh haShanah and that many public school systems in the New York area were closed.

As I am today an Orthodox Jew, I feel a bit funny about having seen and enjoyed the game but -- well, I did. After the holiday meal, I headed straight for the den, turned on the TV and remained on my feet for the duration of the game. I had forgotten that Rivers had opened the game with a 4-pitch walk and a stolen base, but I certainly remember that every inning was tension-packed, right up to the moment when Nettles squeezed Yaz's pop-up and jumped into Gossage's arms.