If I had to rank them, I’d probably put my all-time favorite breakfast foods in this order:
1. French toast (as a kid, my dad used to take me to the diner after Saturday morning 6 a.m. hockey practice and that’s what I got every week for like five years)
2. Pancakes (my father-in-law, who was a wonderful man, used to always get an order of pancakes “for the table” in addition to what we all got on our own; my wife and I still do it)
3. Waffles (the big Belgian kind with whipped cream in the center and maybe some fruit)
Some of the best days, though, are the ones where you’re at a breakfast spot that offers all of these things (and some others, too) in a fresh buffet. A nice omelet, some turkey sausage and a bagel? Fantastic.
In that spirit, here’s a start-your-day buffet of thoughts:
· Great guest post to finish the series: Bob Sheppard is a legend. He is also the best at beating game traffic that I’ve ever seen. Sheppard would literally move to the back of the press box with two outs in the ninth and as soon as the final out was made, he was out the door and on the elevator down to the parking lot so he could beat the masses home to Long Island. (In another random stadium operations note, I was at a Rangers-Islanders game recently and Paul Cartier, who plays the organ at the Stadium, was playing the organ at Nassau Coliseum.)
· Who goes on my Yankees Mount Rushmore? Ruth, Gehrig, Mantle and DiMaggio for sure. For a more modern version I’d probably go: Reggie, Jeter, Rivera, Mattingly. The problem is, where does Yogi fit in? Not exactly on the modern list but who do you bump off the older one?
· Speaking of Yogi, one of my favorite things about the start of spring training was seeing Yogi’s golf clubs in the corner of Joe Torre’s office. Joe would always make some comment about how “Yogi’s clubs are here but he isn’t yet,” and the bag was always just about as tall as Yogi himself. He’s the best.
· For anyone interested, my LeBron James column is here. He’s really an incredible star and he’s got a sense of the moment as good as anyone’s (very Jeter-esque). If really does come play in New York, it would be an incredible show.
· I appreciated the dialog yesterday on my Torre column. Lots of feedback and emails from people, many who disagreed (though there were some who were with me) but it was all done respectfully and civilly. There’s nothing better for a columnist than write something that inspires genuine and thoughtful debate. So thanks for that.
· Best war movie? I’ll have to beg off on that one. Pete is way better at movies than I am, though my wife would probably have an opinion. I did just see Frost/Nixon the other day though, and thought it was terrific. Langella should absolutely be right there for an Oscar for his portrayal of Nixon. Great stuff. I also loved Slumdog Millionaire – just great writing and a really compelling story.
· Anyone still want Barry Bonds? Now it seems there’s proof he failed a bunch of steroid tests and we can read the transcript of a conversation between his trainer and his buddy where they talk about the perils of injecting him the rear end. Congratulations, baseball – that’s your all-time home run king.
OK, put some syrup on all that. Back later