Mickey Rivers turns 62 today.
Rivers was one of the ex-Yankees down in Florida last year when I attended Fantasy Camp. He wasn’t one of my coaches, so I didn’t have too much interaction with him. But one indelible memory: After the games one day, the campers and staff gathered in the plush snack bar area of George Steinbrenner Stadium to schmooze and toss back a few. There were a number of big screen TVS showing a relay of some game between the Yankees and Royals back when Rivers and some of the others were still playing. He made a play — right now I don’t remember if it was a hit or a catch — and his current, grey-haired self was looking at his old self. I couldn’t help but feel a bit sad for how these guys — and me, of course — have aged since those relatively care-free days.
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