Rob Morrison, Anchor
Today marks the final home opener for the fabled “House that Ruth Built.” TINY viewers know by baseball loyalties lie about 150 miles up Route 95 in Fenway Park. And I won’t pretend to have any affinity for Yankee Stadium having witnessed more Red Sox losses there than I care to remember. The ALCS in ’99 was particularly painful for me.
But just like everyone else, I remember the first time I set foot inside, and I remember it as an awesome experience. It was one of my first days as a TINY reporter nine years ago. We were doing live shots in the Bronx for some story I’ve long forgotten. One of the crew-members, Richie “Digits” Traks, mentioned that Yankee Stadium was just around the corner. I guess he sensed the baseball fan inside of me because he asked if I wanted to take a look. We drove up to a back gate, he talked his way past the security guard (no game that day) and just like that we were standing on the field. I felt a reverence for the giants of the game who’d tread that same ground.
Anyway, all it took was a Red Sox loss and merciless taunting for me to lose that loving feeling. And I generally try to avoid the place if I can. But that one moment was special. That’s my own personal Bronx tale.