My 15 Minutes With George Steinbrenner

My one personal encounter with George Steinbrenner was brief but memorable. It took place at a Yankees-Orioles playoff game in October 1996, and came about thanks to an introduction extended to me by my younger son, Dov, who was 15 at the time.

It was an afternoon game at Yankee Stadium, the day after my beloved Orioles had been robbed of victory by Jeffrey Maier, the 12-year-old who reached out from the bleachers to turn a sure out into a home run for Derek Jeter.

(I try not to hold grudges but that kid should have been carted off to jail for thievery…)

Spring Training

Editor and Publisher
As spring training moves toward Opening Day, rekindling in baseball fans everywhere the flickering and foolish hope that this could be the year for their team, I share with you my own story of child-like dreams rubbing up against reality. It’s a saga I like to think of as My (Almost) Magical Inning. For it was 25 years ago this week that I had an opportunity to live out one of the great fantasies a baseball fan could have: to play in a game with one’s favorite big-league team.

The Jews Of Summer

Associate Editor
American-Jewish pastoral: Howard Megdal’s new “The Baseball Talmud,”     American-Jewish pastoral: Howard Megdal’s new “The Baseball Talmud,” by Jonathan Mark Associate Editor

Taking The Hall Of Fame Down From Its Pedestal

Editor and Publisher
 Zev Chafets: “Shrines not always what they seem to be.”    
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