As soon as the Yankees won the World Series I could hear in my head the excited and booming voice of my father... "Go Bronx Bombers"... I can envision the swing of his forearm up in victory.
My father would say winning the world series as a Yankee fan never gets old... This victory is as sweet as any other. Growing up I remember hearing stories from my Dad about his escapades of living in Brooklyn and taking the subway to see the Yankees play. He would travel with his older brother, both alone, at tender young ages. A different time that was.
Grandpa John is close right now... we can all feel him... Maddie, Mitchell and I have all had seperate dreams within the last week about him. I bet he's really enjoying his victory while crusing the blue horizon.
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