Thanks to Sandy Alderson I Now Have Respect For the Yankee Way
When my dad taught me about something called Baseball in 1973 and introduced me to a team called the Mets, it was life-altering for this 7-year old. I’d learn to write cursive, get out of second grade, and eventually, when I grew a little taller, I’d replace Rusty Staub in RF. My whole life was planned out. As I fell in love with the Mets, I developed an unbridled hatred for the Yankees....
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