CHAPTER TWO
Accomplishing the Hard Part—Going from Good to Great
Frankie was crying and I was on the verge. It was fall of 1997. We were trudging across the parking lot outside Jacobs Field. The Cleveland Indians had just defeated the New York Yankees and blown them out of their last chance to play in that year’s World Series.
My (then) twelve-year-old son was born in Columbus, Ohio, and that’s where our home is these days. Naturally, most of his buddies are nuts for the Indians, but he’s a die-hard, scorched earth, take no prisoners New York Yankees fanatic. Who’s to blame for making my kid an outcast?
I am. It’s in his genes. I grew up about ten miles from Yankee Stadium. In reality, it might as well have been right next door. I don’t ...
