Hey everyone…Spazman in the house again.
August 2nd is a sad day for myself, for millions of New York Yankees fans, and for lovers of baseball as we honor the memory of Thurman Munson.
Thurman was a loyal family man. He loved his wife and kids so much that he wanted to spend every available moment that he could with them.
So he bought himself a plane so that he could fly home to Ohio to be with his family whenever he had time off from being the Captain of the greatest sports franchise in history.
While Thurman was practicing touch-and-go landings his plane crashed, and Thurman was gone forever.
He was fiercely loyal. He was born in Ohio, and he died in Ohio. He was the leader and the soul of the New York Yankees. He was tough. He was gruff. He was Thurman.
Thurman was not only my favorite Yankee, he was also my favorite baseball player. Loved everything about him. Never took a second off while suited up in the famous pinstripes.
I was 16 when it happened, and it feels like it was yesterday.
August 2, 1979 will always be remembered in my household.
