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Finally Home

2010 Pretty In Pinstripes Challenge Tracker: Entry #7 – 4/13/10 – Angels @ Yankees 
(Home Opener)

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Very few things in life compare to Opening Day. Seeing our boys in pinstripes coming home to the Bronx is an annual treat. This year, they came home as the reigning World Champions. It turned the beautiful experience into something magical.
I was talking to Megan, a fellow Yankees fanatic, and she said she would definitely allow her son to skip school and attend Opening Day. Honestly, I would skip my own wedding to go to our Home Opener. If my husband-to-be doesn’t understand, then our marriage is doomed before it begins.
Our Champions came home yesterday for the first time since they were crowned last November. What a wonderful day it was. Bernie Williams threw out the ceremonial First Pitch, a beautiful rendition of our National Anthem was sung, and despite the cloudy skies, it didn’t rain.
Awaiting The Kings Of Baseball were fifty thousand fans in the stadium, and millions of fans worldwide. Also awaiting them, were Whitey Ford and Yogi Berra with their World Series rings.
Out of all the World Series rings the Yankees have won in my lifetime, the 2009 rings are the most beautiful. While the 1996 World Series win holds the most sentimental value to most of us, the 2009 rings take the cake in the “Bling” department. They are works of art. I would like my engagement ring to look like that. Hey, it’ll happen one day.
The ceremony was even more amazing. I was crying the entire time. Mostly because of the emotional nature of the event. Baseball has always held the power to get my tears flowing. The other reason I got choked up: this was the first Home Opener since 1984 (the year I was born), that I haven’t attended. 
I’ve never missed Opening Day at Yankee Stadium. Even during my  college years abroad, I always skipped a week of classes to attend our Home Opener in the Bronx. To any of my college professors reading this: Too late. I have my degree now. Ha ha.
Yesterday, however, I was watching the ceremony from Dubai. Emotional and reminiscent of my twenty-six years as a Yankees fanatic, I sat in my living room, gazing at my TV. I looked like a love-struck teenager staring at her boyfriend. That’s a very fitting description, since the Yankees and I have an intimate love affair. No man can come between me and my Yankees. They have always been my one true love.
Everything was perfect in yesterday’s Home Opener and ring ceremony. Back to the wedding theme, I’d like my big day to be the same. I watched as our team received the rings. From our trainers, to our coaches, to our players, it was beautiful all the way through. I especially loved the love for Hideki Matsui.
Matsui got a standing ovation from the Yankee Stadium crowd when his name was announced. He ran up to receive his ring, and the fans went crazy. I loved seeing that. It was an incredibly classy move to leave his name until last, and it was even classier when our players all ran up and hugged him. Hideki was our World Series MVP, after all. He played a vital role in our achievement of Mission 27
Thank you for all that you have done in pinstripes, Matsui. Wear that ring with pride. We’re proud to have had you with us.

Gene Monahan’s emotions were strong at yesterday’s ceremony. After being our trainer for so long, Gino hit a rough patch this spring when his health got the best of him. He missed his first spring in nearly five decades this year, due to his battle with cancer. Tears filled his eyes as he received his ring to a huge ovation from the Yankee Stadium crowd. Seeing his emotions made me even more emotional than I already was. Trainers are often unnoticed. Their work usually goes without thanks from the fans. It was great to see Gene Monahan being recognized by the fans yesterday. Not only for his work last year, but also for his work in the organization for decades. The love and support from New York couldn’t have come at a more crucial time in his life. He needs to know that we are all praying for him to beat cancer. 
We love you, Gino, stay strong.
No one seemed happier to run out and get his ring than Alex Rodriguez. You could see the excitement in his eyes while he was on the steps of the dugout, waiting to run out onto the field. His eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning, waiting to run to the Christmas tree and open presents. It was great to see A-Rod’s excitement. After being criticized, year after year, for supposedly not having enough heart to win a World Series ring, he silenced all his critics. His clutch performances in 2009 were a major factor in our World Series win. Rodriguez can now erase all doubts about him being a true Yankees. 
Congratulations Alex, wear that ring everywhere you go. You earned it.
Of course, we also had our World Series regulars. Derek Jeter, Mariano Rivera, Jorge Posada and Andy Pettitte have all been through this, together, time and time again. It just wouldn’t be a World Series Ring Ceremony without our Core Four. As always, they showed that no matter how many rings you have, each one holds a special place in your heart.
Thank you for all the amazing years you four have given us. Here’s to many more!
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I could continue to name off each and every player in yesterday’s ceremony, but that would take too long. You’d probably get bored of reading. Let me just say that it was interesting to see how different players reacted to getting the rings. You had the first-timers, who couldn’t believe they finally have a ring to wear, and would have jumped around like little children had there not been millions of people watching them. You also had the old-timers, who had won several rings before, but still found this one special even though they remained calm. It was funny to see the difference between the two groups. It made yesterday seem more real.
To all the heroes of 2009, those who were celebrated, and those whose praises went unsung, thank you for making last year yet another Yankee Year to remember forever. You’ll all hold a special place in our hearts for all eternity.
The day didn’t go by without a prank being played. Sticking with the newfound fun-loving attitude, Derek Jeter decided to have a little fun with Hideki Matsui. He made a deal with Joe Girardi, and exchanged Matsui’s World Series ring with a cheap replica that was given to the fans during Spring Training. Apparently, the same was done to Nick Swisher by the divine Mariano Rivera. 
After the on-field ceremony
was over, and as the players were walking off the field, Mo gave Swisher the real ring. Nick laughed in a way that said “You got me good”. He hugged Mariano and continued laughing all the way to the dugout. He later said that when he looked down at the box, something seemed a bit off. It’s always fun to see jokes like that.
After the Angels’ players were introduced, Joe Girardi ran up to Hideki Matsui and gave him the real ring. When Girardi explained to Angels’ skipper Mike Scioscia that the ring in the box wasn’t real, Scioscia said I was looking at it, and it didn’t really look right”. You would think that Matsui would have shown some sort of strange reaction when looking at the fake ring. He didn’t. He was just as proud of it as he was of the real one. Derek Jeter said it best: “Knowing him, he was probably happy to receive that one, too.”

The ceremony was beautiful. Opening day was beautiful. Emotions were running high. 
Oh, we also happened to win the game.

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Andy Pettitte pitched a gem, as he always does when it matters the most. Our hitters had a field day with Ervin Santana. Chan Ho Park got the job done in relief of Pettite (even though he gave up a run). Then there was that “thing” in the ninth inning that turned a 6-run lead into a save situation. It must have been part of the “Master Plan” to give Mariano the ball on Opening Day. 

Rivera took the mound in the ninth to close the game. I needn’t say any more.

Yesterday was a day to remember for the rest of our lives. I’m storing it in the memory bank with the 1997, 1999, 2000, and 2001 Home Openers, as one of the most special days in my life as a Yankees fan.

“I’d like to thank the Good Lord for making me a Yankee.”
– Joe DiMaggio

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Facts About The 2009 New York Yankees

  1. Mariano Rivera doesn’t wait for the call to the bullpen. He calls the dugout and says “I’m ready to pitch now, b*tches”.
  2. During batting practice, Hideki Matsui doesn’t swing a bat. He swings the bat boys.
  3. Only half of CC Sabathia’s diet consists of food. The other half consists of the opposing team’s lineup.
  4. R. Kelly’s song “The World’s Greatest” was used in the movie “Ali”, but it was originally written about Derek Jeter.
  5. The sun orbits Alex Rodriguez.
  6. Playing 1st base, Mark Teixeira can get a hitter out while he’s still on deck.
  7. Nick Swisher pities Mr. T.
  8. “Murderers Row”, looking down from Heaven, are thankful they never had to face Mariano Rivera.
  9. Jorge Posada doesn’t need to run fast. Time stops for him when he’s running the bases.
  10. Andy Pettitte can extinguish a forest fire by staring at it.
  11. When AJ Burnett writes poetry, a Haiku can have as many syllables as he wants.
  12. Chuck Norris invented the roundhouse kick. Edwar Ramirez perfected it.
  13. If you had a nickle for every time a runner stole second base with Pettitte on the mound, you’d have 5 cents.
  14. For fun, Brett Gardner races Lance Armstrong. Armstrong on his bike, Gardner on his feet. Gardner wins every time.
  15. Every time Cano swings, an angel in Heaven gets its wings.
  16. Two years ago, Melky Cabrera threw a ball into the sky. It still hasn’t made it back down to Earth.
  17. Joba doesn’t need an axe to chop down trees. He uses his fastball.
  18. When hunting, Derek Jeter doesn’t use a gun. He stares at the animal and says “die”, and the animal drops dead.
  19. Johnny Damon became the official spokesman for Tide® in 2006.
  20. When Derek Jeter says “jump”, you don’t ask why. You ask “how high?”
  21. When Alex Rodriguez steps up to the plate, the Earth stops spinning.
  22. DNA tests have shown that Hideki Matsui is the Octodad.
  23. The U.S. Air Force engineers are studying the physics of the Mariano cutter. They want to make their planes un-hittable.
  24. When Mark Teixeira plays golf, he gets his caddy to pitch the golf balls to him. He gets a hole-in-one every time.
  25. The Military finally found the Weapons of Mass Destruction they’ve been looking for: The 2009 New York Yankees.

If you have any facts about the 2009 Yankees you would like me to add, send them to me on Twitter.

Are We There Yet?


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The day after our win felt like a Yankees off day, so I
wasn’t going crazy yet. I know that baseball season is over, but it was like my
conscious and subconscious were fighting. Subconsciously I knew that the season
was over, and that we’d be without baseball for months, but my conscious was
refusing to accept it. I kept checking MLB.com for game previews. I was in
denial. It was pretty sad.


Yesterday was the parade, so the excitement that came with
it lessened my Baseball Withdrawal Syndrome. Yes, I watched the parade all the
way from Dubai. The parade was due to start at around 8p.m. here, so at 6p.m. I
began to get antsy. I was out with my friends at a Hookah Lounge, with my
laptop tucked away safely in my purse. Smoking my rose-flavored hookah, I was
sitting there thinking about the parade and ignoring the conversation going


I don’t even know what they were talking about, I think they
were planning a trip out to the desert. I think they put me in charge of
bringing something for the trip. Who knows? My friends know that when I slip
into my baseball trance, I’m in a whole other world, so someone will probably
call me today and tell me what they want me to do.


So, I was sitting there, thinking about the parade, smoking
my hookah. How many people will show up?
What will the speeches in front of City Hall be like? What will Mayor Bloomberg
say? What will Derek Jeter say? Will Matsui give a speech? Will Kanye West jump
up on stage and interrupt someone?
These were all the questions going
through my head as I was counting down to the parade.


At around 7p.m. I couldn’t take it anymore. I took my laptop
out, set it on the table, and went to www.myfoxny.com
to watch the live coverage. My friends know that bringing my laptop with me
when I go out only means one thing: baseball.


“I thought the baseball season was over?” my friend Elie
asked. I explained to him that I was awaiting the parade. My friends shook
their heads (they aren’t my American group of friends, they’re Lebanese
ex-pats) and told me that my obsession wasn’t healthy. Pfffttt, what do they


The celebrations eventually began, and I started getting
choked up watching them. People in the lounge started coming up to me and
asking me what I was watching on my laptop, and I explained. A little while
later, I heard someone from another table ask “Is that the World Series


I turned around to see who asked, and I saw a man, roughly
in his 30s, wearing a navy blue hat with the most beautiful insignia known to
man. “It sure is!” I responded, and gestured for him to come over to watch it
with me. It might have been the margaritas I had, or it might have been the
beautiful hat on his head, but the guy was cute. He was also a fellow Yankee.
He was definitely welcome.


Mark (the guy from the other table) and I watched the
parade, and started talking about the previous 4 parades we had seen. He’s also
a New Yorker, from Queens, and is a diehard Yankees fan. As we watched our
players, past and present, along with their families make their way up the
Canyon of Heroes, we started talking baseball. We talked about growing up going
to games at the old stadium, the glory of the 90s, and the magic of this season
as we watched the celebrations in our hometown. We stopped talking to watch
Jay-Z perform, and listen to the speeches. We then continued discussing the
state of the Yankees, and how sad it is to think that this may be the last time
we see this entire group together.


Halfway through our discussion about whether or not Johnny
Damon would be in pinstripes next year, I looked up and saw that my friends had
left.  I looked at the time: it was
2a.m. My laptop charger had slipped out of place and the battery had died. Mark
and I were the only two people left in the lounge. We exchanged numbers. We are
both in desperate need of Yankee Comradery being so far away from home.


Mark drove me home after we left the lounge, and we agreed
that we should “do this again some time”. Ah, the New York Yankees: bringing
people together.


I managed to sleep for a few hours and dream about baseball.
My sleep schedule is still messed up from the season, so my body won’t let me
sleep for longer than a few hours at a time. My goal this offseason is to get
back to normal sleeping habits. I’ll keep you posted on that, but I have a
feeling I’ll fail miserably.


As I woke up this morning and had my first cup of coffee, it
hit me that the baseball season is over. The revelation left me feeling a
little depressed, but the amazing celebrations I witnessed yesterday managed to
put a smile on my face and help me overcome my feeling of sadness.


I could barely get through off days during the season, I
don’t know how I’m going to survive this offseason. Being the World Series Champions will definitely help me get through the next few months, but I’m ready for spring
training to begin. I’m not as excited about the Winter Meetings this year as I was last year. I just can’t wait for baseball
to start again.


Right now, I feel like I’m 5 years old, sitting in the
backseat of my dad’s car on the way to Six Flags. Are we there yet?

The Inaugural Post


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Captain lifts The Trophy

fail me as I try to describe the emotions shooting through me at this moment.
After a long and exhausting season, for both players and fans, our beloved
Yankees are the World Champions. Our New York Yankees defeated the Philadelphia
Phillies to win their 27th World Series Championship.

27: accomplished.

I want to say that I never doubted this team, that I knew
we’d win it all year, but that would be a bigger load of bull than a Jimmy
Rollins prediction. Fact of the matter is: I had my doubts. I never doubted the
abilities of our players, I just doubted our methods. As my Twitter followers
will confirm, I doubted Joe Girardi. Luckily, he proved me wrong and took us to
victory. Here’s another fact for you: I’ve never been happier to be proven

Yesterday, I cried. When they played “Enter Sandman” at the
stadium, I cried. I cried for just under half of the 8th inning, and all of the
9th. When Cano flipped to Teixeira to record the final out of the World Series,
I cried. I cried tears of joy. I cried tears of happiness, but also tears of
relief. After a long and stressful season, I feel relieved. My feelings of
relief aren’t because the season is over, but because I survived my 26th
season as a Yankees fan without suffering from a heart condition.

deserve this. As fans, we deserve this. Having braved the elements all year,
having survived the outrageous ticket prices and – for me personally – having
survived the lack of sleep while following games taking place 8 hours behind my
time zone, we deserve this. This is why I believe that the true champions
aren’t only the ones playing on the field, but also the ones in the stands
cheering them on.

Without us, the Yankees wouldn’t be where they are today.
The players know it, the owners know it, and the fans know it. There’s a reason
that, in their speeches, they always call us the “greatest fans on
Earth”. We simply are.

We don’t follow baseball, we live it. We don’t fit the
Yankees into our schedules, we build our schedules around the Yankees. We don’t
make room in our lives for Yankees games, we make room during the Yankees
season for our lives. We buy tickets, MLB.tv subscriptions, MLB mobile
applications, and – for those of us living abroad – satellite TV subscriptions
to ensure that we never miss a single moment of Yankees baseball. We know that
baseball isn’t a sport, it’s a way of life. We truly are the greatest fans on

is sweet; accomplishment is sweeter. We all came into this season feeling that
this was our year, dreaming of the moment in which our men in pinstripes
returned to the top. We are the World Champions, and for the next year, it will
be The Reign of The Empire. May this glorious reign last for many years to

Evil Empire struck back.

would like to take this opportunity to congratulate the Philadelphia Phillies
on a battle well fought. They didn’t make this series easy for us, and they
were a strong opponent. They definitely made this World Series interesting, to
say the least. Jimmy Rollins brought the drama. Unfortunately for him, we
brought the game.

the end, we prevailed. We played. We won. ‘Das

would like to congratulate our players on this historic win. I would like to
commend the Front Office on the amazing acquisitions made to fill the gaps that
needed to be filled. I would like to congratulate our GM Brian Cashman on his
wonderful vision for the team. I would like to congratulate our manager Joe
Girardi and his coaching staff for taking the team to glory. We all doubted
Girardi’s ways, but in the end, he accomplished the mission.

but certainly not least, I would like to congratulate my fellow fans. Like I
said, without our amazing fan base, the Yankees wouldn’t be the Yankees. Every
fan, young or old, near or far, contributed to the glory of the 2009 season.

the fans of the New York Yankees, the best fans on Earth: I salute you.

So, without further ado: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Yankees lovers
and Yankees haters, as a World Champion Yankees Fan, I would like to welcome
you to my blog. What an amazing time it is for my inauguration!

I am not a Yankee Insider. I don’t have any inside information about the
Yankees, nor am I affiliated with the New York Yankees organization in any way.
I don’t know anyone working in the media, and I’m not an aspiring sports
journalist. I am simply a fan who loves her team.

is not a Yankees blog; it is a Yankees Fan blog.

The posts on this site will be talking about the Yankees from a fan’s
perspective. In my posts, I will be giving you my thoughts, showing you my
emotions, and sharing with you my desires. While I will be giving you my
personal analysis here and there, this blog will be for your entertainment. I
will also be commenting on the team through a female fan’s perspective. I could have chosen the route of ignoring my femininity, but where’s the fun in that? I’m here to prove that it’s possible to be a sports fan, and still be womanly.

simple, doesn’t it?

Ah, but as it always is in life, there is a twist: I am a Yankees fan living in
the Middle East.

I follow my Yankees religiously, and I’m as passionate about them as the fans
living in New York. After all, I spent my entire life in New York and immersed in my Yankee Obsession. I’m not about to let geography get in the way of eating, sleeping, breathing, and living baseball. Geography cannot stop me from bleeding Pinstripe Blue.

Life as a baseball fan, however, is different when you
don’t live in America. People here do not follow baseball. While I’ve
befriended a small group of fellow-Americans here, the majority of my
acquaintances look at me as though I’m speaking a foreign language when I
mention how many RBIs A-Rod has, or what Derek Jeter’s batting average is.

For the first time in my life, I say “Mariano Rivera” and people
don’t know that I am talking about the best closer of all time. Furthermore,
they don’t even know what a closer is. Heck, they don’t know what a pitcher is.
This has been tough for me.

So, in this blog, you will see things through my eyes. You will get an
understanding of the difficulties that come with following a baseball team when
you’re abroad. You will sympathize with me as I await that 4 a.m. first pitch,
and you will probably feel sorry for me having to follow the final two innings
from my office at work.

will be discussing the state of the Yankees as I see them. Through my words you
will understand my thoughts. Through my rants you will understand my passion.
Through my innuendo you will understand my gender. Some of my posts will be
humorous; others will be out of pure frustration. Some will be factual; others
will be fictional. All in all, I aim to entertain you with this blog, while
also aiming to inform.

to my inaugural season as a Yankees blogger. Here’s to good times and good
fans. Here’s to many more seasons on top. Here’s to the New York Yankees.