When a team wins a World Championship in Major League Baseball, the entire unit is irrevocably encased with a lacquer of indefinite regard and affection from their fan base.
And, when I say “the entire unit,” I mean all the players on that team.
You could be Ken Clay or Sparky Lyle.
You could be Gary Thomasson or Reggie Jackson.
You could be Charlie Hayes or Derek Jeter.
You could be Graeme Lloyd or David Cone.
You could be Clay Bellinger or Bernie Williams.
You could be Ricky Ledee or Paul O’Neill.
It doesn’t matter.
When you’re part of a team that wins a ring, you’ll be fondly remembered as being part of that championship collective entity. The residual wake from that pinnacle synergistic event envelops every player on the team – regardless of their role. And, the effect is everlasting.
I love those Yankees teams who have won World Series rings during my lifetime.
But, as much as I love those Yankees teams who have won rings, I miss them too. And, I wonder when the next time will come where I will see, and learn to love, another World Championship Yankees team?
Looking at it now, six rings in the last 47 years doesn’t seem like a lot, does it? That’s just about one every eight years, right? And, it’s been eight years since the last Yankees ring.
Maybe this season will bring the Yankees another ring – and add to the collection of teams that we, as Yankees fans, will always remember and love? It will be nice not to have to look so far back to find a team that I miss so much…