By Mark La Monica
Dear Bernie,
Don't do it! Please!
Don't go play for another major league baseball team this season. Heck, don't even play in one of those lame independent leagues just to keep fresh in case the Yankees call in June.
You're a Yankee. Although many other teams now have pinstripes on their uniform, there is only one Pinstripes for you.
Most published reports of late have you realizing your Yankee career is ending and that you're likely leaning toward not going elsewhere. Which is good. Of course, if a team comes across with some nice dollars, perhaps after a key injury during spring training, it may be hard to resist. Please, Bernie, resist.
No athlete wants to admit when the time has come to step aside. No human enjoys facing their mortality. We all want to feel bigger than life, athletes especially. But there comes a time when we all must face reality.
Yes, it sucks the way the Yankees handled your situation, Bernie. You've been nothing but a graceful, thoughtful person since you came up with the Yankees in 1991. They tried to make you a leadoff hitter and a base-stealer because you could run fast. Then Joe Torre made you the first non-traditional cleanup hitter the Yankees had seen since before Babe Ruth. You excelled.
We watched you struggle in that position, then flourish elsewhere in the order. You're right up there with all-time greats in many Yankee franchise career statistics. There's something to be said for that, especially in the George Steinbrenner era. You've also hit in every position in the batting order. Few players can say that. You've got a bunch of postseason records, a few Gold Gloves, a batting title and four World Series rings. You've earned to undying respect and admiration of your peers and the people of New York. You've done quite well for yourself.
Even though you swung at the first pitch and popped up in Game 5 of the 1997 ALDS against Cleveland after Paul O'Neill legged out a double with two outs in the ninth, we forgave you because you were Bernie. A homegrown Yankee and a positional descendant of the Combs-DiMaggio-Mantle lineage. A man know for clutch hitting.
(Plus, according to Stats Inc., Bernie, you put the first pitch in play 1,156 times in your career and had 412 hits, including 44 home runs. A .356 average ain't too shabby.)
Your No. 51 jersey likely will find its way to Monument Park one day, perhaps even the first such to be instilled in the new Yankee Stadium in 2009.
Remember what you said on Nov. 25, 1998, just after you stopped flirting with Boston and signed a seven-year deal to stay with the only franchise you've known? "To me, that was a very important thing," you said. "It was going to be hard for me to go somewhere else. I wanted to be a Yankee. I wanted to remain a Yankee for the rest of my career."
That career is coming to a close, barring some strange events in spring training. Don't misunderstand, Bernie. I want to see you play one more year, even in a limited role as a pinch-hitter off the bench. I just don't want to see you do it in a different uniform. I don't want to see your name added to this list:
• Willie Mays, centerfielder, New York Mets
• Joe Namath, quarterback, Los Angeles Rams
• Johnny Unitas, quarterback, San Diego Chargers
• Michael Jordan, guard, Washington Wizards
• Emmitt Smith, running back, Arizona Cardinals
• Muhammad Ali, loser of 1980 fight to Larry Holmes
You're clearly not as broken down as these fellas were when they jumped ship to another team (excluding Jordan and Smith, who are on par with you now), but isn't this list below much nicer?
• Cal Ripken
• Tony Gwynn
• Don Mattingly
• Larry Bird
• Dan Marino
Bernie, you're a Yankee. Stay that way.
Best,
Mark La Monica, longtime Yankee fan