New York sports is for the raggedy and the aged these days. Yesterday, the Jets imported Brett Farve, the football warhorse who was probably described as “grizzled” by his kindergarten teacher. Today’s NYT brings us the feel-good (feel-tired?) story of the Old Boys of Summer, a team of senior citizens [above] still knocking it around the Brooklyn Parade Grounds, where Joe Torre, Sandy Koufax, and a score of other legends learned the national pastime. And then there’s our dear Yankees. So much for our would-be youth-corps pitching staff. Wang. Joba. Hughes. All gone, at least for the moment, leaving the Pettitte-Mussina geezer tandem to hold down a vulnerable fort. To the ramparts!
Also: don’t miss Alan Schwarz’s piece on the saga of Rocco Baldelli.