I just watched Speed for the 45th time. Maybe it was the 46th, or perhaps the 47th. It’s in the late 40s for sure.Continue reading “Speed”
Author: Chris Shorts
Michael Jordan Wheaties Poster
I spent the last week or so rewatching the Last Dance, the ultimate documentary chronicling the history of Michael Jordan’s Bulls. It’s easily the greatest piece of basketball nostalgia for my generation. So much so that it got me thinking back to my childhood and the Michael Jordan paraphernalia that I owned, but was lost to time. I didn’t have a lot, a few cards, magazines, and collector’s cups. Oddly, the most significant piece of memorabilia that sticks out is a poster that came with a box of Wheaties. It was one of a set of three that made one big poster if you had them all. My mother bought several boxes of Wheaties while these posters were included, but I always kept pulling the same one of Jordan shooting a free throw on one side and his torso on the other side, so I was never able to complete the set. The good news is that I was able to easily track them down on eBay.Continue reading “Michael Jordan Wheaties Poster”
Author’s Note: I wrote this piece months ago, had it edited, scrapped most of it, then rewrote it. I had planned on posting it during Masters Week, but Tiger wasn’t playing and it felt less important, so I’m just posting it now.
Almost all of my memories of watching Tiger Woods include my dad. Like a lot of people I know, I didn’t have any interest in golf before Tiger turned pro in 1996. Any golf highlights I saw were mostly seen on SportsCenter between the baseball highlights I was actually interested in. I also had no plans on starting to watch golf until he hit the mainstream. And in only his fourth professional tournament, Tiger came to play the B.C. Open1, a now-defunct PGA Tour event in Endicott, NY. This was a stone’s throw from my hometown of Vestal. My family owned and operated a landscaping business at that time and were sponsors of the tournament, which meant my dad was able to get tickets.Continue reading “Tiger”
Harrison Ford Blockbuster Run 1980-1984
On the blockbuster run of Harrison Ford.
I love researching filmographies. I can go down a rabbit hole on IMDB.com and forget what I originally went to look for in the first place. Usually, I think of an actor and dive into their film history to find their best string of hit movies. I’ve written about this before on consecutive runs of Tom Cruise and Tom Hanks, two of the all-timers. Recently, I found myself on Harrison Ford’s page and gazed upon what is probably the greatest blockbuster run of all time. Continue reading “Harrison Ford Blockbuster Run 1980-1984”
Remembering the ’96 Yankees
Author’s note: I started writing this during the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic. There was no basketball and MLB’s spring training was put on hold, so I was feeling nostalgic about sports.
I’ve been thinking a lot about some of my favorite baseball seasons. Number one, without a doubt, is 1996, the first year I was alive to see The New York Yankees win the World Series.
The ‘96 season started as a bit of a drag for me since it was the first season without Don Mattingly, who retired at the end of the previous season. But the bright side was that although the former Yankees captain had retired, the future captain, Derek Jeter, was entering his rookie season. Even before he took the field for the first game of 1996, you knew he was going to be special.
Tino Martinez, who was traded to the Yankees over the winter (then signed a 5-year, $20 million contract), replaced Mattingly. I was stoked about the acquisition as he was always a problem for the New York when he played for Seattle.
There were a lot of highlights from that season. Here are a few that stand out for me:
I remember Doc’s no-hitter and remember being so psyched when, the following year, I bought a pack of Upper Deck cards and pulled a Doc Gooden card that showed him celebrating on his teammate’s shoulders.
I remember watching the ‘96 postseason religiously. I only missed a couple of day games due to familial commitments that can hamper a 13-year-old’s television schedule.
I remember buying a t-shirt with the interlocking NY that I planned on wearing during every game in the postseason. I’m not as superstitious as I was as a kid, but I SWEAR TO GOD this is true: There were two occasions I wasn’t able to wear the shirt: One was a social occasion that required more formal dress; the other was when the shirt was being washed and dried during the game. I know this sounds crazy, but they lost both times I didn’t wear the shirt! On the other hand, I also remember wearing the shirt for the first two games of the World Series, which the Yankees lost. Thus, I figured the t-shirt was now cursed and didn’t wear it again. Of course, they won the next four games, so IDK, man!
I remember the “Jeffrey Maier” homerun that Jeter hit against Baltimore and staunchly defending it against anyone who said it should have been an out (even though I knew he reached over the wall). As a more mature adult, I’ve come to accept that yes, Maier did reach over the wall, and it should have been an out. Either way, the Yankees were 10-3 against the Orioles that year, so they obviously were going to win anyway.
I remember Joe Girardi’s triple in Game 6 of the World Series that gave the Yankees a one-run lead (In the history of baseball, how many triples have catchers hit in the postseason?) I think Girardi had three triples in ’96.
I remember shaking and then spraying a can of Coke when Charlie Hayes caught the foul ball to seal the World Series win (I was wise enough as a 13-year-old to put a towel on the floor to mitigate some of the spilled soda. I didn’t want to get grounded for celebrating a World Series victory). I remember going to CVS (or was it Revco?) early the next morning to pick up a copy of the NY Post, New York Times, and the NY Daily News that had special commemorative editions of the Yankees victory. I kept them until my mother moved out of my childhood home, and I have no idea what happened to them.
It’s amazing that years later, I can still rattle off the entire roster and coaching staff for that particular season. I had the yearbook that was released before the season and read it so much that the pages started to come apart.
Something I actually didn’t remember and was surprised to see when I looked it up was Mariano Duncan’s batting average: .340. What??? Seriously, look at his Baseball-Reference page. Another interesting stat: Despite a .340 average, he only had a .352 OBP, which equates to only nine walks for the entire season.
And finally, although I remember being excited about the ticker-tape parade after their World Series victory, it was kind of a let down; parades aren’t the same on TV, especially when it’s just people waving.