Maybe Next Year

The 2017 unlikely New York Yankees. An unexpected run. A team that is young, spirited and talented. They must look at each other and smile knowing that there are very bright decades ahead. Great to see a group of baseball players having fun again. Was hoping to see a Dodgers-Yankees reprise. And their classic lament, “Maybe Next Year.” Not to be.

Lucky enough to have been there for the Whitey Ford-Sandy Koufax duel in 1963. But. Hey. Koufax got 16 strikeouts that day. And they swept the Yanks in 4 straight.

Can we all agree. ALCS sounds like a disease. It’s called WINNING THE PENNANT! Jeeez.

Sightings…

Looked out the window last Friday. As “Gladys” does. And who do I see? Steven Spielberg & Kate Capshaw walking their dog across the street. They have a flat in the San Remo. Beats looking at Mrs. Dork in her purple bathrobe next door in Flo.

Then today on our usual Central Park rotation, came upon a filming crew. For YOU. An upcoming thriller for Lifetime. Shay Mitchell is in the chair getting makeup done to look like she’s been hit on the head with a rock. She of Pretty Little Liars fame. Apparently. 

Bronx Tale

Jonas Bronck, a Dutch settler for whom New York City’s northern borough is named. Home of Arthur Avenue, a Zoo and of course the “Bronx Bombers”.  Ironic that the iconic New York Yankees’ dramatic series comeback was capped off by Didi Gregorius, born in Amsterdam. Of the chivalrous order of Oranje. His two homers sealed the deal to win the Division title. A rare baseball import from Holland playing for New Netherland’s most famous team.

The Yankees, derived from the male name Janke, what Dutch-speaking Americans were called back in the day. Go Didi. Go Jankes!

Autumnal Uptown Funk

It’s Fall. Happened at 4:02 pm. Leaves starting to yellow a bit. Autumnal sounds reverberating through our windows. Must be Global Citizen Festival. Rehearsing for the annual event. Free and easy to head over to see and hear before the crowds pack the Park tomorrow. They don’t know the world is going to end. Sing on!

Meanwhile over at Madison Square Garden, Joey Three Sticks is catching Bruno Mars. Uptown funk you up. Uptown funk you up.

Deuces Wild

Wild storm. Hurricane Irma dodging around Florida defying predictions. Covering the entire peninsula. Relentless. Tenacious. Meanwhile. NFL season has begun. Wobbling on whether or not to keep watching. Patriots game was riddled with injury interruptions. Half of Sunday’s pregames are dedicated to who will be benched for various broken bones, torn muscles, not to mention concussions. It has gotten close to criminal.

Speaking of risks. New York in the ’70’s. Garth Risk Hallberg’s novel City on Fire makes a fair attempt at shining a light on the dark corners of that era in the City. Tonight, HBO’s The Deuce will focus on the porn industry when Times Square was a combat zone.