The baseball season is half over, and I've been thinking back over my own career...as a fan. To be exact, a Yankees fan.
Being a fan is something you take with you wherever you go. I notice people wearing their beat up, much loved Yankees caps out here in California, thousands of miles from Yankee Stadium. I think that your selection of your team is in the genes: Whitley’s dad was a Yankees fan, and they used to listen to the games together on the radio. He still vividly and fondly remembers Mel Allen calling the games. He first took our son to Yankee Stadium when he was eight.
One of the standard outfits in California is shorts, a t-shirt, flipflops and a baseball cap—and a surprising number of those are Yankees caps.
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Being a fan is something you take with you wherever you go. I notice people wearing their beat up, much loved Yankees caps out here in California, thousands of miles from Yankee Stadium. I think that your selection of your team is in the genes: Whitley’s dad was a Yankees fan, and they used to listen to the games together on the radio. He still vividly and fondly remembers Mel Allen calling the games. He first took our son to Yankee Stadium when he was eight.
One of the standard outfits in California is shorts, a t-shirt, flipflops and a baseball cap—and a surprising number of those are Yankees caps.
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