i remember when....

i remember, when i had just turned 13, and my brother (who was 10) came running in tears to the softball field where my sister (who was 14, almost 15) and i were playing a softball league game. i remember like it was yesterday how he came right to the chain link fence, and held on to it, as if to support himself as he told us the grim and shocking news that thurman munson, catcher for our beloved new york yankees, had been killed in a plane accident near canton, ohio.

what my mind couldn't comprehend then (why was he in ohio when he played for new york? i remember thinking...) is all answered now in a new book that i'm currently reading (hurriedly so i can give it to my brother when he stops for the night in 3 days)

i don't remember ever hearing about his family, or even thinking of them. just what it meant to us as yankees fans. we knew the team would never be the same. my sister's favorite is mentioned in the book (greg nettles) as is my brother's favorite (munson's good friend, bobby mercer). but not my favorite, bucky dent (so far..i'm only on chapter 10). so funny how time can change perspective....