I have been a Yankee fan since before MicKEY MANtle was a rookie.

Watching Yankee games with my father on early black and white TV was one of my earliest and most favorite childhood memories.  I can still hear him bellow “He (Mickey) swings and he misses!”  As time passed his failing eye sight caused him to ask me to read him the daily newspaper game box scores and Sunday morning League wide batting averages.

No doubt, my life long proficiency in math was seeded by my youthful passion for figuring out batting averages (1 hit in 3 at bats=.333 batting average) in my head.

Over those years my father took me to many Yankee games and there I learned how to fill out a score card play by play.  I maintain a treasure trove of those score cards to this day.

Many of those games were to the World Series which the all mighty Yankees frequented in the 1950s and 60s. Those were truly glory days for me, my father and the Yankees!

Fast forward to last Saturday night when this year’s quest for the Yankees first World Series appearance in this decade came to a resounding end on a 9th inning walk off homer by Jose Altuve, a multi talented Houston Astro player smaller than me.  He is pictured next to my current favorite Yankee player, Aaron Judge, a 6’7” 282 lb. giant who I gave a chance to replace The Mick as my KEY MAN.

It is with a heavy heart that I write this blog while suffering from his and their failure and disappointment.

As the Brooklyn Dodger fans of the 50s used to cry: Wait ‘til next year!