I'm ten years old, playing softball down John Jay Park, and I'm coming up to the plate for the Yorkville Stars. Suddenly, Dad is leaning on the fence behind me and gets my attention before I step into the batter's box.
"Hey, Tommy, where are you?"
"Bottom of the ninth."
"How you doing?"
"We need a big inning."
"What's the score?"
"14-2."
My blue Yorkville Stars baseball shirt is under the red jacket in the picture.
Below: my grandmother, 14, selling newspapers outside the Polo Grounds in 1920. She'd sell enough papers to buy a ticket then go inside and root for the Yankees. Nan hated John McGraw and also went to the Giant games to give McGraw the business calling him "Mugsy" and "Little Napoleon." Nan was escorted out of the park a few times with a smile on her face.
Tonight, I’m reading a baseball yarn from my memoir, “Yorkville: Stoops to Nuts.”
I’m part of the “Summer Reading” group @ No Name & A Bag O' Chips!
Tonight, @ 7pm Show’s free!
Readers: MICHELE CARLO, LEIGHANN LORD, KAMBRI CREWS, ALADDIN, THOMAS PRYOR & ALEXANDRA DE SUZE
Otto's Shrunken Head @ 7pm
538 East 14th Street (between Avenue A & Avenue B)
New York, New York
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