I left the East Coast early this morning after my month in CT, and arrived at JFK at about 9:30 for my United flight to LAX. Imagine my surprise when I reached the security line and this guy was in mid-pat down.
Any Yankee fan will recognize Joe Torre from the back, right? As he was finishing up with the TSA official, I sneakily snapped a pic of him. Then, as we were both putting our shoes back on, I introduced myself (yes, I mentioned that I’d written a book about the Yankees; no, I did not yell at him for leaving his team on the field during the midges game in Cleveland or for making Scott Proctor’s arm fall off). We chatted briefly. He said he was going back to LA to see his dogs. All righty then.
I saw him again a bit later in the United Club, but by then I was preoccupied with getting something to eat. (Bad granola, as it turned out.)
I saw him for the final time after we landed. He was walking in front of us toward baggage claim. What struck me was his “alone-ness.” He was wheeling a single carry-on bag and had no entourage, no traveling buddy, no nothing. I wondered how it must feel after all the years of traveling with teams to be totally on his own. Different, I’m sure.
So that’s my big excitement for this off-day. Hope everyone had a good one too.