You may have noticed my absence from these parts of late; two weeks ago, Team YF picked up from our abode on the Upper West Side of Manhattan—capital of the Left-Wing-Jewish-Intellectual (yeah, we fit that bill)—and moved out to the far reaches of Carroll Gardens, a rapidly gentrifying (us again!) but still lovely old Italian neighborhood in what was once best known as South Brooklyn (your broker now calls it BoCoCa). I was a bit concerned the new nabe, being former Dodger territory, might now be filled with Mets fans, but the good news is that the Bombers appear to have the heart of the old hood, especially the Italian parts. (The gentrifiers, I fear, with their hipsterish underdog attitudes, slant toward the “Lovable Losers” of Shea.) The local hardware store gives away Yankee posters, courtesy of Benjamin Moore. Over at Esposito’s Pork Store (a favorite of Bronx Banter’s Alex Belth), the proprietors wear Bomber caps. We even have, only two blocks from the new digs, a baseball card shop, which I have proudly patronized (the retro Allen & Ginter series from Topps, an hommage to the beautiful 1887 cards, are especially nice, though pricey at $5 a pack).
The downside to this move? A scratch on the elbow, acquired while unpacking boxes, somehow became infected and landed me in the hospital for a week. That wasn’t fun. And that’s why we haven’t been around too much of late. We’re pretty much back to health now (knock on wood), and it’s nice to see that our Bombers have put away the Sox and appear to be the team to beat in the AL (heck, in the AL and NL) going into the playoffs. And it looks like they won’t even have to face the Angels. This autumn could be a memorable one. We’re looking forward to spending it on our new home, watching the old team.