A theme kept building and building this past week and I couldn’t ignore it.
First, while in Tampa on Tuesday, I happened across the George M. Steinbrenner Field where the Yankees were busy with Spring Training.
Then, during lunch at Danny’s All-American “Drive-in, Diner and Dive” restaurant (again in Tampa) the owner’s wife proudly waved her autographed Wiffle bat signed by Yankee Center Fielder, Curtis Granderson.
Then yesterday, while visiting the inside of the beautiful Beaux-Arts building, The Ansonia in NYC, I discovered that former Yankee Great, Babe Ruth, was once a resident.
And, so finally, it came as no surprise when my car veered towards the Bronx so I could gawk at the semi-new Yankee Stadium.
On the ride home from Manhattan to Albany I listened to 880 AM (WCBS) report live on the Florida preseason game.
Finally, I took the Taconic and drove right past the Hawthorne cemetery where the Bronx Bomber is buried.
The thing is I don’t even like baseball. Maybe I should…