August 2nd, 2006
Remembering The Captain
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I was 5 when Thurman passed. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the first time in my life I cried due to losing someone. I didn’t even know him, but felt like I did. One of the most gutsy players ever to don pinstripes. I wish I could have seen him play longer then he did. Still think of you captain, we’ll never forget.
i went to my second yankee game the spring after he passed. i’m pretty sure it was against the minnesota twins. i know the yanks won 5 to 4.
upon walking into the stadium, we were all given a 6″ x 6″ b/w team calendar. each page had a yankee headshot — willie randolph, roy white, rick cerone, oscar gamble, etc. when i got home, i pulled the calendar apart and started taping the individual pages around the top of my bedroom wall, circling the entirety of my room.
when i got to thurman’s picture, i remember asking my dad why his page had a thick black outline around it. “that’s how people remember loved ones when they die” was his response…
i remember staring at his picture long into the night that evening.
I miss him…it was a horrible weekend when he was killed. He wasn’t my all-time hero (that would be The Mick), but he was my connection between ‘my’ Yankees and the ‘modern’ ones. His death was the end of greatness.
Yeah, there was the birth of new champions, but shoot, he was Yankees.