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By John Manasso:
Earlier this week I was reading through the briefs in The New York Times and the news hit me like a punch in the gut. Two Bosnian Serbs were sentenced by a United Nations war crimes tribunal for the deaths of 119 Muslims in 1992 as part of the ugly ethnic cleansing campaigns that tore apart the breakaway republic of Bosnia and Herzegovina amid the dissolution of the former Yugoslavia. In two separate incidents, the men locked their victims, ranging from two days old to age 75, in a house and burned them alive. The crimes took place in the town of Visegrad — which happens to be the setting of one of my favorite books, which, coincidentally, I finished reading for the second time (and first in 16 years since I read it in college) just a few days ago. The name of the book is “The Bridge on […]
I had been to Yankee Stadium, so I had been told, but I had no memory of it.
I’m guessing that when my father first took me there more than 30 years ago, he paid a bit less than the $1,250 the Yankees are getting for the best seats in their new launching pad of a baseball park.
One year ago last week dad drove down from Massachusetts and I flew up from Atlanta to mark our own pilgrimage to honor that grand old monument of Americana. My father once had season tickets for New York Football Giants games at the stadium and, further back, one of his uncles would take him to see his hero, Mickey Mantle.
I was out the door and on the road before 5 a.m. It was just like the old days when I covered the Atlanta Thrashers for the Journal-Constitution and it was routine for me to wake up at 4:30 a.m. and catch a flight to arrive in another city in time for that day’s morning skate. Except a lot was different. I had been let go from my job at the Atlanta Business Chronicle less than 90 hours earlier and I was going to be working as a free-lancer for NHL.com in the second round of the Stanley Cup playoffs. To minimize expenses, I was driving the 400 miles to Raleigh instead of flying and I had to get there by 11:30 a.m. for Carolina Hurricanes coach Paul Maurice’s media availability. The week-long trip was a welcome respite from having to deal with the anxieties of finding a job. Fortunately, […]