Derek Jeter, Thank You…Enough Said

Hello readers! It's fall and as the leaves turn brown and we bid farewell to the lust and love that was summer, we also bid farewell to a staple... an icon…a renowned figure. Tonight, September 25, 2014 marked the final appearance of my friend, and yours too, Derek Jeter in New York Yankee pinstripes. Effective as of Monday morning, Derek Jeter's tenure as a New York Yankee will be up and frankly, selfishly and childishly speaking, I don't want him to go.

As I've mentioned on numerous occasions, Derek Jeter is synonymous with the positivity that is my childhood. Growing up in the Bronx, I was fortunate to be able to use the eclectic and diverse surroundings to aid in my teachings outside of the classroom. Luckily enough, those surroundings included the famed Yankee Stadium. When you think of the Bronx and "splendor", there are four things that come to mind: The Bronx Zoo, The Botanical Garden, The Bronx Museum of the Arts and Yankee Stadium. If you were to poll people on where they've spent the majority of their time, it would be the latter. Now, don't get me wrong, these four institutions are credited with transforming the youth of the Bronx in various ways BUT, it is Yankee Stadium where the magic happens. For me, that magic was felt in 1995 when a wide-eyed/keen/observant/determined/hungry and all around pleasant lad by the name of Derek Jeter entered into the league. I thought another player had entered into the fray that was the professional arena but little did I know, Derek Jeter would have a profound effect one me.

At 7 years old, the concept of a "crush" was out of my reach and while I could not formally articulate my feelings with a concrete definition, I knew I liked that kid! Over the course of my aging, my affinity grew far beyond his smile to admiring things such as his tenacity for success, work ethic towards accomplishing a task at hand, his poise and his respect for the profession he chose and the people who shared the field with him. Ok, ok, so his baby blue eyes and freckles are a plus and his physique is a bonus but, let's not make this NSFW lol. Let's just say, there are a multitude of things to admire and to pick just one does this post minimal justice.

As I began to truly understand what my feelings were for Derek Jeter, I could not wait to share them with the world and during my adolescent years, I ran my affection into the ground! Whether it was spending my formidable high school years compiling a detailed scrapbook, acquiring apparel and/or spending waking moments at Yankee Stadium, every experience had a story and I made sure it was told. Heads up, I will recount these tales for years to come.

Matriculating to college and beyond, my love for Derek never faltered. Through the additions and subtractions of players from all realms on my "Favorites" list, Derek's spot was never usurped. No awe-inspiring/record breaking play could have made me demote Derek Jeter. Perhaps it was my bias or my stubbornness to change but Derek could never be replaced.

So, how do I end this folklore? Do I conclude with a good bye? I don't know. I know I'm not prepared to say good bye so I won't. I'll thank you, Derek Jeter, for providing this girl with memories many can only dream of. Thank you, for 19 years of laughs, tears, heated debates with fanatics of other teams and enough t-shirts to clothe my family 2x over. I've been listening to Sam Smith a lot and Derek, I'll be selfish one last time and say, why don't stay with me because you're all I need. Come on darling, stay with me…

XOXO,
Whitney

40 And Fabulous! Happy Birthday, Derek Jeter!

Hello readers! How has the long awaited summer been treating you thus far? Already fed up with the fluctuating heat and threats of thunderstorms? I hope not, because the best of this season is yet to come! Now that we've exchanged pleasantries, let's get into the post. Today, June 26, 2014, marks the 40th birthday of a icon, a legend, a captain at the helm and a storied hero…DEREK SANDERSON JETER! 

Always in reflective mode, it is difficult to grasp the idea that I was first introduced to Derek roughly 19 years ago. I was 7 and he was the wide-eyed, ever eager 21 year old starting SS for the New York Yankees. As I have always reiterated, through and through, time and time again, on multiple occasions, I was quickly enamored with Derek and have been ever since. He is without a doubt one of the most charismatic figures in sports and I cannot wait to see his post baseball endeavors soar to new heights!

Once again, Happy Birthday, Derek  and I wish you nothing but continued success and greatness as you enter your 40's. If orange is the new black, then 40 is the new age of thinking. The 40's are a decade of enlightenment and boy oh boy, are we fans certainly in for a delicious treat!

P.S. because no birthday greeting is complete without a reminder of the eye candy that has been bestowed upon us, here are a few pictures to keep you occupied:

XOXO,

Whitney

And Now, The End Is Near & I'll Say It Clear: We'll Miss You Robinson Cano!

Hello readers! First and foremost, how was everyone's Thanksgiving? I can only imagine the love, warmth, and feeling of togetherness as you and your family gathered around the table. Let's not forget the smells of onion, garlic, cloves, sugar, etc. that permeated through the air. My mouth is watering reliving the bevy of food that coursed its way through my body. Before my hunger gets the best of me, let's get into this post.

As we close out another week, rather than the jubilance of the approaching weekend, sorrow fills my heart. I am plagued with a sadness that I thought I would never experience because I was confident that the organization in question would be at the helm and steer the passengers in the right direction. Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that Robinson Cano is no longer a New York Yankee. Robinson Cano is now a Seattle Mariner and after a hard-fought battle, he is getting his wish: 240 million dollars for 10 years. Apparently you can have it all.

I have spent the entire day trying to vocalize my feelings and every time I feel as if there is a window of opportunity to explain my emotions, I am reduced to tears. Now, let me be clear, these are not obnoxious tears but a few tears to show just how much I'll miss him. Why will I miss him? When Robinson Cano donned those pinstripes in 2005, I was quickly enamored. I vividly remember him wearing a distinct #14 at his first at-bat. While most remember #22 and more recently #24, I made it a point to mark each transition throughout his career. When I play close attention to detail, it ensures that you have me hooked and boy was I hooked on Cano.

We are all well aware about my reverence and obsession for Derek Jeter. Therefore, with Cano's emergence, it came as a shock to those around me, and myself, that I harbored the same respect and admiration for a rookie as I did my veteran captain. Dare I give the newcomer a chance? Absolutely and 9 years later, I am at peace with my decision.

As Cano prepares to say goodbye to New York, the Yankees, his teammates, and fans, I am certain that my love for him will continue as he embarks on this new journey. Robinson Cano, I wish you nothing but the best. Shine bright in Seattle, kid and remember that no matter how long and hard they "boo", you chose to be happy, you saw the life inside it all, and your career will continue to be beautiful like a diamond in the sky.

P.S., if any of my adoring readers would like to pass this on to our 2nd baseman, feel free to :)

XOXO,
Whitney

They Told Us Get 'Em & We Got 'Em ;)

Hello readers. It's been quite the busy September for me and while things are settling down, it's the for me to get back to what I love, writing for you guys. You know that feeling I get when I'm too emotional or excited to write? Well, it's returned tonight and for a good reason. After a long and arduous season comprised of injuries, slumps, and moments of almost giving up, I am more than proud to say that the New York Yankees are the American League East champions for the 17th time in 18 seasons. Try saying that 3x fast! Thanks to the monstrous bat of Robinson Cano & the sheer hunger of this team, we fans can sit back, look at other teams and say "you mad, bro?" Lol, ok ok, maybe we won't be saying that but we will be gloating. So, we know that the players are celebrating with the usual bevy of alcohol and us fans are trying to keep up but to truly summarize what an amazing 6 months it has been, I'll leave that up to Mariah Carey & Meek Mill. The Yankees have without a doubt have been "triumphant" :) :



Once again, congratulations to the New York Yankees! Fans, let's be sure to celebrate responsibly & here's to a baller postseason. We'll be damned if we don't walk away with jewelry!

XOXO,
Whitney

38 & Looking Great :) Happy Birthday, Derek Jeter!

Hi readers! How have you all been enjoying the wonderful month of June thus far? If you live on the East Coast, you've survived the Summer Solstice & subsequent heatwave it brought and you're probably wishing for this month to end so we can get to July and celebrate Independence Day. Ok, who am I kidding, many of you are waiting for the 4th of July to celebrate a day off from employment. Frankly, I'm not mad at your reasons but, if you are rushing this month, STOP! The month of June can't end yet because it's a special day today that fills my heart with an indescribable amount of joy. If you know me, then you know why I'm writing this. Still need a hint? If so, just read the caps.....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEREK JETER! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEREK JETER! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEREK JETER! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEREK JETER! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEREK JETER! HAPPY BIRTH....ok, you catch my drift. I'll stop now.

The captain of the New York Yankees turned 38 today and he doesn't look a day over 30. When I turn 38, I want the same smooth skin & lack of frown lines & wrinkles Jeter possesses. My love and admiration for Derek cannot be summed up in this one post so as I celebrate with him at Yankee Stadium later on today, I'll leave a little something for the ladies. Men, I know you like him too but this one is for us gals:

Hope you enjoyed that :)

XOXO,

Whitney

Mariano's My Friend So I Hate It Had To Be Him

Hello readers. The tone of this post will be quite sad so if you're not in the mood to shed some tears, then I suggest you bypass this post. If you're quite the inquisitor and you're dying to know what I'm writing about then my all means plop yourself down in a chair and commence reading. Tonight the Yankees played the Kansas City Royals and the Yankee outing was simply lackluster. It's May 4th and the Yanks aren't really shining like many of us had expected. We're not the diamonds that get fitted into rings that sit in Harry Winston window displays. We're starting to look like cubic zirconia. It's cheap and a poor imitation of quality. Wow, even writing that sounds a little harsh but it's how I feel. I know my team will find its footing and once they do, things will align perfectly and the increasing panic will subside. Now, the game isn't the reason why I'm blogging tonight. I'm sad to report that THE great Mariano Rivera has suffered a torn ACL in his right knee. May the heavens give me strength to continue.

During the team's batting practice earlier in the day, Mariano twisted his knee and as he fell down to the ground holding it and grimacing, we all prayed that only swelling would follow. Well readers, when it rains, it pours and manager Joe Girardi delivered the news that made all of us collapse on the floor. Chicago Bulls phenom Derrick Rose recently suffered a torn ACL but, D Rose is 23, his body is young and with extensive physical therapy, he will heal. Mariano is 42 and with the buzz surrounding retirement rumors, this just only makes the situation foggier. I can't speculate or say what will happen but I will say that my heart is heavy and as I continue to read the solemn tweets and reactions from fans all around the world, I'll continue to calm my nerves and think happy thoughts while routinely monitoring updates.

Mo, I have always and will continue to be your loyal "ride or die" chick and I'm sending nothing but well wishes and prayers.

XOXO,
Whitney

This Is SportsCenter...Scratch That...This Is Cute :)

Hey readers, it's been a while since my last post. I was still a little jaded with March Madness and all of its happenings and now that everyone has settled down, it's time for baseball season. I want to kick things off with a little video from one of my favorite Yankees players Robinson Cano. When I take the time out to  debut a new video like I've done for Willow Smith & Beyonce, that means you've done something right in my book. Here is his ESPN "This Is SportsCenter" commercial and I don't know about you guys but I will be attacking the replay button like crazy. Enjoy!




XOXO,
Whitney

29 & Robinson Never Looked So Fine :)

Hello readers. Baseball is almost on its way out and while the Cardinals and the Rangers duke it out for the coveted World Series title, I think this is more than a great time to wish one of my favorite Yankees players, a guy considered to be my 2nd husband after Derek Jeter, the most amazing hitter in my opinion, and how can we forget the hottest 2nd baseman, Robinson Cano, a very special happy birthday. Ok, all together now, 1 2 3...HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROBBIE!

Let's throw the confetti and pop the champagne as we celebrate this joyous day. Robinson is 29 today and baby, you've never looked so fine for 29! May today be filled with love, warmth, and happiness as you live to see another year. May God continue to bless and keep you & wishing you many more to come.

As is the tradition with Yankee birthdays, here are some photos for our viewing pleasure as well as a song to rock out to:

XOXO,

Whitney

Game 5 Yankees Died & The Tigers Were Live...

Oh readers, it pains me to have to sit here and write a post of the nature coming up and because my heart is heavy, this will be a short one. Tonight, October 6, 2011, the New York Yankees lost Game 5 of the ALDS to the Detroit Tigers with a score of 3 - 2.  Writing that sentence just took 10 years off of my life but I'll muster through to finish. If you're anything like me, you don't know how to feel right now. You want to kick, punch, and scream at everyone. For those of you who have done these actions already, make sure you're not sitting in a holding cell so you have the opportunity to read this.

A loss is earth shattering like no other thing in existence but witnessing a loss in person, man is it double the pain. Last year, I was in attendance for Game 3 of the ALDS against the Minnesota Twins and we all know how that ended....it ended in a sweep. Ahh, what I wouldn't give to go back into time. We Yankees fans are some tough cookies, and we'll get over this defeat and move on with our lives so, because I don't want to sulk and stew over spilled milk, I'll take this time to say thank you. Yes, you read that right.

I want to say thank you to the New York Yankees for consistently providing exciting baseball and for providing the facility to house us rowdy fans. Thank you Derek Jeter, Robinson Cano, and Mariano Rivera  and Jorge Posada for your record breaking games and overall excellence. Jorge gets a shoutout because this may have been his last game ever in pinstripes and if it is, this is just a preview of what's to come in terms of his farewell post.  Thank you to the all of the fans who have continued to pour their blood, sweat, and tears into this team. Whenever folks told us we're too "obsessed" or "crazy" for our unwavering love and admiration, we scoffed at the haters and kept on trucking. Lastly, thank you to all of my readers who have stuck by me and continued to read my over exuberant posts about the team I have loved since June 1995 and will continue to love until the casket drops.

I think it's about time that I end this post because my emotions are getting the best of me and the more I watch post game interviews, my blood boils so to properly close out the 2011 Yankees season, I'll end it with this.
Disclaimer: The picture may be dull but you'll get the jist:




XOXO,
Whitney

I Don't Think You Really Know Robinson Cano!

Good evening fans. Before I settle down and take my NyQuil because I am battling a slight cold, I must release a few things that are bottled up inside of me. No, I'm not about about sneezes or coughs, I'm talking about the excitement that was tonight's ALDS game featuring the New York Yankees and the Detroit Tigers. Trust me guys, you'll want to stay tuned for what's coming up next.

Last night, September 30, 2011, the Yankees and Tigers were scheduled to play the first game of the ALDS and all of baseball and its fans were more than geared up. For the entire week, and the days leading up to the first pitch, we were glued to our local weathermen/woman dying to know the forecast and although there were projections for showers, the percentage of those showers were so low that we didn't care to grab a calculator and work out the probability of rain vs. no rain. Anything less than 50 percent is OK in our books and we proceeded with our lives. Well, Mother Nature had other plans and when I say she rained on the parade, believe me, she RAINED on the parade. The game was in a delay, my fever spiked, and I refused to take medicine because I knew the game would resume shortly. The rain never ceased, and the game was postponed until the next day. I had to take my medicine and call it a night.

All day, we fans waited for the clock to strike 8:37 so we could resume the game and once the pitches went underway, our chips were scooped into the dip, the beer caps were popped off, and we were ready for baseball. The Yankees were determined to make up the postponement to their fans and boy did they not disappoint. A double here, a walk there, and dominant pitching(thank you Ivan Nova) would give the Yankees a 4-1 lead. As usual with this team, sometimes we like to think that things couldn't get any better...right? Oh readers, haven't we learned already the Yankees always find a way to make it better.

With the bases loaded, and Phil Coke in to pitch, our amazing, power hitter, all around excellent 2nd baseman Robinson Cano did this:



Speechless huh? Yeah, I have no voice either. 

Cano would continue with his monstrous hitting in the bottom of the 8th to give the Yankees a 9-1 lead. The Yankees would go on to win this game 9-3.

Well fans, I must be off to take my medicine, sitting on a fever too long can be dangerous. I will see back in the Bronx tomorrow night for Game 2.

XOXO,
Whitney

Where Were You The Night of September 28, 2011?

I remember watching Fox about 7 years ago, I know I'm possibly dating myself, and like many of their marketing ploys, they were trying out many slogans to get fans to watch their channel during the MLB playoffs. I can't for the life of me remember what many of these slogans were because one stood out in particular and that magical phrase was: You can't script October. These four words packed so much in it that I don't believe Fox had any idea what they had created.

The above slogan has been used to define great moments in baseball since its patent and it has provided us fans with more than enough heartache and excitement than we could possibly bear. On September 28, 2011, this well known four word slogan would define a moment that will be remembered and passed down from generation to generation. Don't believe me, ask any and every sports fan tomorrow morning and watch the excitement in their voice.

Before the season began, MLB decided to implement a one-game playoff rule for those teams seeking entry into the playoffs, those who wind up in the Wild Card slot. Now fans, if you were like me, you were scratching your head because from your recollection, you have never seen 163 games played. But, like every diehard baseball fan, we accepted this rule, bitched about it a lot, but accepted it. Let's fast forward towards September.

Every September, fans and teams create this cloud of anxiety because the postseason is right around the corner. New York Yankees fans didn't have to worry because we clinched the division before the month concluded so all we had to do was sit back and watch everyone kill each other. We watched for days and shared many different emotions but on 9/28/11, something was strange in the air. Our televisions switched back and forth between the multitude of games because we were hoping for that one game playoff. Instead, we got something better.

The Braves/Phillies, the Cardinals/Astros, and the Red Sox/Orioles were battling for contention and where do we even begin? I think we just go to the results. The Phillies ousted Atlanta, the Cardinals trumped the Astros, and the RED SOX LOST TO THE BALTIMORE ORIOLES!

Yes, I'm excited about the last game because I loathe the Boston Red Sox. The rivalry runs deep and they shall not get any sympathy from me. Oh, how can I forget, the Tampa Bay Rays beat the Yankees which means they've earned a spot in the playoffs. I tip my hat off to them.

Ok readers, my head hurts from all of the excitement and my fingers are sore. I will end this post by saying congratulations to all of the teams who are in the playoffs and I shall catch you all Friday night when the Yankees play the Tigers in Game 1 of the ALDS!

Happy Postseason y'all!

XOXO,
Whitney

The AL East Sounds Freakin' Sweet!

Good evening readers. The next statement that I'm about write is one that manyYankees fans have come to know and shall never get tired of reading. Are your ready? Are your sure? I'm trusting you now so here it goes: THE NEW YORK YANKEES HAVE CLINCHED THE AMERICAN LEAGUE EAST!

That's right folks, our favorite team has done what many thought wouldn't happen this season and Yankees fans far and wide are celebrating in their own little way. You all have come to know that I am emotional when it comes to my team and yes the tears are flowing. I am more than proud to type and I'll keep this short so I can celebrate as well but before that, I want to give a little recap and some shout outs to the team that made this possible.

How we came to this joyous moment is due in part to an amazing Wednesday of baseball. In a doubleheader with the Tampa Bay Rays, the Yankees won both the afternoon and the night games with a score of 4-2(day game) and the same score again for the night game 4-2. This couldn't have been achieved with out the big bats of power hitter Robinson Cano and the clutch Jorge Posada. While the entire team contributed to this effort, these are the two men who shall be getting all the praise tonight. Thank you guys!

Well readers, it's time for me to celebrate and party hard. It's been a glorious season and I'll be blogging/seeing you all for the ALDS!

XOXO,
Whitney

I Always Knew That Mariano Rivera's Favorite Number Was 602

Good evening readers. How are you feeling tonight? Did you have a rough day? Are you ready to go postal on your job and co-workers? If you've answered "yes" to any of the above questions then you are having another case of the Mondays. For those of you who are having a beyond extraordinary day, I can tell you why. It has nothing to do with the new love in your life, that promotion set in place, or that upcoming weekend trips with friends. No, your happiness stems from the fact that MARIANO RIVERA IS NOW THE ALL-TIME SAVES LEADER!

It seems like just yesterday, 1995 to be exact, that we began hearing the name Mariano Rivera. Like many people on the New York Yankees, Mariano was a young, lanky, hungry pitcher just trying to make a name for himself in this big city. In 1996, Mariano became the Yankees' setup man and in 1997 had the honor of being named the closer. It's not an easy gig closing out baseball games but there was something about Mariano in which we NY fans knew that we had just hit the jackpot. Things would never be the same.

With the Yankees and their impressive storybook dynasty throughout the 90s, Mariano Rivera was the key man in making sure that his team always acquired the win. Now, I know what you're thinking "there's no way in hell that anyone could be that great at his job for 17 years" and I say to you "sip on that haterade because baby it's true!"

How do I even continue to describe in detail the plethora of accolades and praise this man has amassed over the years? Is there even room in this post? This blogger has more than enough time and energy to go into detail but I want to reserve this portion of the post to let my emotions run deep and my fingers to type away.

As a fan of the Yankees since 1995, all I've come to know and selfishly expect is winning. My entire baseball fanhood has seen its fair share of heartache and joy but what keeps me coming back are the familiar faces and once known as the Core 4, it has now become the Core 3. These 3 men, Derek Jeter, Jorge Posada, and Mariano Rivera or God Almighty may have kept my pockets low from the amount of money spent on tickets and memorabilia(it was so well worth it) but my spirits were always high. Thank you guys.

So, to Mariano Rivera: thank you for your humility, for your undying passion, unwavering grit, and for always keeping us, your fans, at the forefront in your life. Thank you for reminding us in a very subtle manner that the start of the game can be bumpy and you either strikeout or hit a home run, but it's how you choose to end whether it be a 1-2-3 shutout or a completely blown save. Thank you for gracing us fans with a piece of calm and tranquility. Thank you to your wife and children for never scorning us and cursing us because we share a place in your heart.

Before the rambling begins because of my joyous emotions, I'll end this piece by simply saying Congratulations on 602 saves Mariano. I look forward to seeing 700 Sandman ;)

XOXO,
Whitney

Mariano's 600th Save = Swag on Swag on Swag

As baseball season approaches its end, there will be countless montages and videos dedicated to all the water cooler moments that made our love for the game downright/borderline obsessive. Included in the reminiscent reels will be Derek Jeter's 3000th hit and Mariano Rivera's 600th career save. Yes folks, you read that last part correctly. Every Yankees fan's lord and savior Mariano Rivera garnered his 600th save against the Seattle Mariners with some clutch performance help from no other than Russell Martin and fans home and abroad have got to be feeling the same way I am....effing ecstatic!

Trevor Hoffman leads the league in career saves and the magic number for Mariano to become the all-time saves leader is 2. 2 has always been a favorable number for myself so there's no doubt that 602 won't become my new favorite number. I am more than certain as well that 602, painted in classic white and blue, shall be tattooed on the arms and legs of die hard Yankees fans....probably myself included!

Congratulations Mariano, you have come to represent strength, passion, and calm for us fans for the past 16 years. Thank you for your humility, and always stepping up and showing out for your fans. I can't wait to write an extensive piece on you and your lustrous career once you get to lucky number 602.

Also, congrats to the Yankees for picking up another victory winning the game 3-2.

XOXO,
Whitney

Greatness Comes In 3's!

Whenever I'm excited about a team or a game, it becomes difficult to sit down and write because my heart is pumping and my hands are shaking. There have been a few times in which this has happened and it's happening right now. This behavior can only be attributed to one team and my readers, if you know me well, you know that team is the New York Yankees. I'm more than ready to dig in so let's begin:

"The New York Yankees are synonymous with greatness, excellence, and history". We all know we've heard this quote said in many different ways from many different people and I must say, it's more than true. Today, the Yankees finished the 3rd game in their series against the Oakland Athletics and after the emotional defeat by the A's for the first 2 games, we fans were praying for a miracle, praying for a way to hold on to our dignity, and praying for a way to continue to hold our heads held up high. Baby were we in for a treat.

The A's started out dominating against Phil Hughes and continued to beat up on Cory Wade finally garnering a 7-1 lead against the Yanks. Sitting through a dismal rain delay and then witnessing this tragedy just added insult to injury. It seemed as if all hope was lost until the magical 5th inning.

Had the rain decided to start up again in the 5th, the A's would have mustered up a sweep against the Yankees as it would have been called an "official game" but, luck was on our side and something great happened. With the bases loaded, the man who can wield a bat like no other, Robinson Cano hit a monster grand slam that woke the Bronx up and put us one run behind, 7-6. To say our blood was pumped up is an understatement. It gets better.

In the 6th, the Yanks managed to have the bases loaded again and Russell Martin hit a grand slam. The Yanks now lead 10-7 and the notion that we were dead flew out of the window. There was no stopping us now. By the 7th, we were steamrolling past Oakland as we coasted to a 16-7 lead, then 16-8 lead, and after another run had scored, we were leading 17-8. You couldn't tell us anything.

Now, one would think after a score like that, the Yanks would ease up a bit but that's not how our boys play and in the 8th, with the bases loaded again, New York's MVP Curtis Granderson came up to the plate and shall I say it? Would you even believe me? Alright here goes, Curtis hits a GRAND SLAM! 3 grand slams in one game put the already storied franchise in the history books again as the ONLY team in MLB history to hit 3 grand slams in one game!(score was now 21-8) To top it off, Andruw Jones hit a solo shot that gave the Yankees the ultimate 22-8 lead.

The final score of this game was 22-9. I think this DEFINITELY made up for the previous disasters called games. Our boys truly know how to show up and show out.

Congratulations to the Yankees who have mastered the art of knowing how to make their fans smile and have 911 on speed dial. We wouldn't have it any other way. See y'all on the road.

XOXO,
Whitney

3,000 Ways Derek Jeter Can Make You Smile!

As I sit here to begin to write this post, I have to stop and breathe because the more I write to the point of this piece, my body begins to shake because it cannot contain the happiness and euphoria I feel inside. Every word leaves me close to hospitalization so before 911 has to carry me out on a stretcher, I will come out and say HAPPY 3000TH HIT DEREK JETER!

Yes, Derek Sanderson Jeter, face of New York/New York Yankees, husband to millions of women, myself included, son/brother/loyal best friend/boyfriend/professional/downright amazing man hit his 3000th hit today at Yankee Stadium. The Yankees have been his everything for the past 17 years and although it seemed as if this beautiful marriage almost saw a divorce during the off season, the love and admiration exhibited on both ends is something to be appreciated. I know I may be rambling but I'm too enamored to write coherently. I'm too in awe to think, I just want to grab Derek, squeeze him tight and never let this moment go. But, because I love my readers, I will stay on course.

As if the day wasn't already etched in greatness because of the 3000th hit, Derek continued this wonderful day by going an impressive 5 for 5 and almost hitting for the cycle. Once again, you read right. Derek garnered two singles(one being the game winning single), a double, and a home run. Talk about seizing the day! Derek's last single in the 8th would give the Yankees a 5-4 lead and sealed the deal for a victory.

Another monumental moment was when Yankees fan Christian Lopez caught the 3000th hit which was a home run, on his birthday might I add, and in true altruistic fashion didn't negotiate/haggle with the Yankees or Derek but in fact graciously returned the ball back to the captain. As reward for his humble nature, he was treated to Championship Suite tickets for the remainder of the season up to an including the World Series as well as other amenities. It pays to not block your blessings kids.

Wherever Derek is and whatever he's doing, I hope he takes a moment to stare out into the abyss, place his hands on his hips, and say "Holy shit....I did it. I, mothereffing Derek Jeter have 3003 hits. Damn I've got it going on". While hey may or may not use expletives and be completely self centered, he will revel in this moment. If that doesn't work, he can recite the chorus from Nicki Minaj's "Moment For Life", "I wish that I can have this moment for life...for life...for life...cause in the moment I just feel so alive...alive..." Congratulations Derek!

XOXO,
Whitney

Gold Gloves Come To Those Who Wait

The baseball season is over and while one award has been handed out, the San Francisco Giants are champions of baseball, fans have been awaiting to hear the winners of the other coveted awards. Well today, the Gold Glove Awards for the American League have been announced and it looks like Robinson Cano is leading the pack. Wait...does this mean what I think it means...Robinson Cano will win his first GG Award! Sweet! Let's take a trip down memory lane and revisit the good, bad, and the ugly side of Robinson Cano's fielding.

Remember when Cano came up in 2005 and we were all a little weary of his skills? Remember in 2006 and 2007 when all of our suspicions were warranted because Robinson Cano went through a case of the "lazies"...laziness to be exact. Cano's fielding and effort was abysmal and with constant hammering from Joe Torre, Larry Bowa, and somehow himself, Cano turned that around and from the 2009 season onward, he has been an unstoppable force. Now, he makes fielding look like a walk in the park...yes a baseball pun =].

Congratulations to Cano and the other AL winners, including two other Yankees, Derek Jeter and Mark Teixeira. You guys did well this year and I hope you continue to make us all proud next season.

XOXO,
Whitney

All Good Things Must Come To An End...

I'm writing this post with a heavy heart and heavy mind because, dare I say it, the New York Yankees lost Game 6 to the Texas Rangers. That's right, Ron Washington and his Rangers are the 2010 ALCS Champions. Their hard work and dedication this season has served them well combined with the hot bat of Josh Hamilton. This will be a short post because I'm still in the grieving process as it's still surreal that my Yankees will be taking an early vacation. Also, there's no need to recap what has happened, I'm pretty sure we were all watching, cursing, biting our nails, taking shots, and possibly crying at the outcome of the game. Although I am sad, I know that there's always next year to continue our quest to #28. Our season may be over but our hearts will continue to beat.

Congratulation Texas, you played a hell of a game and had tunnel vision focus throughout the season and the postseason. Good luck to you as you face your new competitors in the World Series. Whether it be the Philadelphia Phillies or the San Francisco Giants, you're up for a challenge and I hope you can deliver.

I want to thank the New York Yankees for making this season for me one I will never forget. I've been to some heart pumping and "on the edge of your seat" games as well as watching some monumental games. You'll always have my love and support and while at the moment everything seems dreary and bleak, remember that when in doubt, know that Whitney is your #1 fan.

XOXO,
Whitney

And The Yankees Let Out A Collective "Phew! Ok, We're Still In It"

I remember waking up today and thinking, "I have so much to do and where to begin?" When you get a day off, the extra free time should be spent on doing things that are productive. So, what did I do today? I stayed in my bed, curled up, and pushing down nerves because today was Game 5 Do or Die for the New York Yankees. How did we do? Read on and you'll see.

I am proud to announce that the Yankee bats hopped up out of bed, turned their swag on and led us to a 7-2 victory over the Texas Rangers. By doing this, they allowed CC Sabathia to be dominant and efficient in holding Texas to nearly nothing.  Our backs were against the wall and honey we mauled our way out of obscurity. I remember tweeting last night that "The Rangers were guests in our home and they left with the silverware, china, and furniture" so going into today's game, I kept thinking: what else are you going to allow them to take? I'm glad the Yankees noticed the missing items and retrieved what was theirs. A special thanks to Derek Jeter, Nick Swisher, Robinson Cano, Alex Rodriguez, and hell the rest of the lineup for COLLECTIVELY shining. I saw no individual efforts today and I couldn't be any happier.

The rest of the series has to be taken one day at time and while we're all pumped up for Game 6, we can't forget that everything is an uphill climb. I'm confident that these guys will be wearing the necessary shoes to take that climb on.

Now, to end this post it's only fitting that we honor "staying alive" in the series by playing the Bee Gees. Tweet/blog with you all on Friday!



XOXO,
Whitney

Texas to NY: We're Chuckin' Up Those Deuces

So, after last night's M-E-L-T-D-O-W-N against Cliff Lee and the Rangers, we fans collectively formed a circle and said a little prayer for Allan James Burnett. With one eye to the sky to God and one closed we all placed our eggs of faith into one basket and hoped for the best. What was the outcome? Well....if you were near alcohol, everything was "niccccceeeee". For the rest of us, we could of used an alcohol hero. No need for a recap...time to D-I-G in.

Allan James must of had that heart-to-heart he so much needed because when he pitched tonight, he grabbed EVERYONE'S attention. At one point, he looked at the camera and said "Fooled you all earlier in the season...didn't I?".  Allan had Texas at a stand still. Now, one would have thought with having your shaky pitcher back on the straight and narrow for a while would evoke some incentive to keep up the momentum and while Robinson Cano and Derek Jeter continue to answer the call, the rest of the hitters are under the notion that you don't have to work while on the job. On Twitter I would pull the "#seewhatIdidthere" but I'm being honest. Did the rest of you bother to show up? I'm pretty sure you all were mentally present in getting dressed and driving to the stadium and changing into your uniforms but as far as being present on the field, I questioned that. Although Burnett's mistake, grand to some, sheer bad luck to others, was the driving force for Texas' resurgence, he held the Yankees the best he could for 6 innings. So the questioning of mental awareness stands in my book.

As if the Yankees needed anymore bad news, Mark Teixeira pulled a hamstring and will be out for the rest of the season. My heart is slowly climbing out of my stomach with this news but as for the team, that should have been the spark to set things off. I know I'm going to receive criticism for bashing the hitters but I feel no one else is doing it. If ya'll think I've gone far enough, I haven't even started on the fans. It's about time we start.

Let me clear something up, just because you've paid $3,000 and better for your ticket that doesn't correlate with your fanhood...nor does it warrant your disrespectful behavior. Acting ignorant and belligerent to opposing players isn't cute. I am not impressed nor am I amused. Also, don't interfere with the game. If you see a ball approaching you, move out of the way. Step to the side the same way you would if you saw a poor person begging. Oh and the biggest criticism of them all, leaving before the game is done. Winning or not, you stay in your seats until the final out. The "trying to beat traffic and I have work in the AM" excuse does not fly with me. You knew what you were getting into when you purchased those tickets so spare me...literally spare me.

I want to end with a little words of wisdom for the NY Yankees: "Whether you think you can or you can't...you're right". Take this quote and internalize it. I wish you guys the best of luck in the next 3 games. I will not abandon you in your darkest hour. Loyalty is all I know.

XOXO,
Whitney