Moving On

 Let's fact it, folks, those of us who grew up in communities where your teams were the Yankees, the Knicks, the Giants ( NFL ) and the Rangers, are pretty much " old soup" now.

We have had " our day in the barrel ", as they say, and now it is the turn of others.   Younger, richer, more woke folks. 

The suits and ties are at the goodwill store, the lace-up shoes had their last shine at Grand Central station a decade ago( or so ) ago, and we no longer have the train schedule memorized. 

Long nights in a rowdy bar have transitioned to warm tea and blood thinners with breakfast. 

There is no joy in Mudville.  The Cohen money machine now owns NYC baseball, and Hal can retreat to his island and say, " I did my best." 

Whatever patchwork quilt of a Yankee team that operates in the Bronx this season, and for the foreseeable future, is already irrelevant.  Like the NFL Giants whose season is over before it starts. 

I don't know if we should even bother to pay attention.  

John Sterling is gone. Suzyn will soon be gone. The stadium we grew up with is long gone.  The Championship seasons are gone.  The Yankee " aura" is gone. 

We had it pretty good, for a long time.  And we won't forget. 

But it really may be time to move on.