Before Grampa Yogi wore #Yankees pinstripes, he wore #USNavy blue. Arguably the most important team he was ever on was the 6-man crew of his 36-foot rocket boat, dropped into the waters off of Omaha Beach to provide cover fire for our troops going ashore #DDay#DDay81#ItAintOver
On This Day 5/25/1994: Mark Messier delivers on his guarantee that the New York Rangers will defeat the New Jersey Devils in Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Final, scoring three goals in a 4-2 victory at Brendan Byrne Arena in East Rutherford, New Jersey.
Sad hearing about the passing of #NYJets great #MattSnell. I knew him well. He was a major part of the Jets championship in ‘69 & a big part of the “Trifecta” of Jets, Mets & Knicks winning championships in 69 & 70. A great football player & terrific person. RIP Matt.
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Our teammates #21 Mike Eruzione, #24 Rob McClanahan, #25 Buzz Schneider & #30 Jim Craig were live in Studio 1A on the @TODAYshow yesterday!🇺🇸🏒
🎥 Watch the interview here:
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What a year🙌🏼
From stages and locker rooms to quiet family time in between-grateful for every event, every handshake, and every moment with the people who matter most.
"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Credit: Mary Nelson
11/8/1944 Former Met Ed Kranepool is born. Kranepool played in a franchise-record 1,853 games in 18 seasons in New York. He was also a member of the 1969 World Series champion Miracle Mets.
Happy Saturday friends and family. Please mark your calendars for Nov 7th-9th. I will be in West Palm with books and some other amazing memorabilia. Can’t wait to see you. @Mets@MLBNetwork@MLB
Today In 1976: Chris Chambliss hits a walk-off HR to win the AL pennant for the New York #Yankees at Yankee Stadium, leading to the most chaotic home run trot in major league history! Phil Rizzuto with the classic call! #ALCS#MLB#Baseball#History#Postseason#RepBX
10/15/1969 Ron Swoboda, who is not known for his defense, makes a terrific diving catch to take a hit away from Brooks Robinson. In the tenth, Rod Gaspar scores the winning run after J.C. Martin's bunt is misplayed by the O's. The Mets take a commanding 3-1 lead in the series.
For those too young to remember, I wish you could understand how euphoric it felt when Ken Boswell singled home Cleon Jones and lift the Mets into first place for the very first time, in their eighth year of existence. There would be more euphoria to come in the next 36 days.
Folks! We need YOU to join us - and #Yankees great Ron Guidry - on Sept. 21st to break a @GWR for the largest game of catch at the @YogiBerraMuseum in honor of Grampa Yogi's 100th bday! Register today at https://t.co/S4CNMYnYJD. 🙏⚾️❤️
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