Childhood Memories
NYYDM23
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I was digging around in a box and found these in the bottom. They reminded me of the good old days of getting Slurpees on the weekend/after school and ripping the disk out of the bottom of the cup as soon as the guy over the counter handed it to me. It always made my day when I got a Yankee.
Always looking for interesting Don Mattingly and New York Yankees related items.
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I remember getting Slurpees during school more than once!
I also remember buying multiple slurpees at one time just so I could get more of those things!
However, my best Slurpee memories are from the mid 70's when my allowance was 27 cents a week... enough for one Slurpee in the old plastic cups!
I have sold most (but not all) of those old cups. Still have a bunch of those darn coins from 80's though!
<< <i>weekend/after school
I remember getting Slurpees during school more than once!
I also remember buying multiple slurpees at one time just so I could get more of those things!
However, my best Slurpee memories are from the mid 70's when my allowance was 27 cents a week... enough for one Slurpee in the old plastic cups!
I have sold most (but not all) of those old cups. Still have a bunch of those darn coins from 80's though! >>
I remeber the plastic cups from my era. They were usually promos for movies.
If you wish to sell any of your coins let me know. I would love to put some sets together
Except, it wasn't to get the best coins. It was so I could complete the set!
<< <i>I have to admit, I was a Slurpy Cup searcher.
Except, it wasn't to get the best coins. It was so I could complete the set! >>
Cup searcher! Cup searcher!
I never had the chance. For me back then the machine was behind the counter.
<< <i>I was digging around in a box and found these in the bottom. They reminded me of the good old days of getting Slurpees on the weekend/after school and ripping the disk out of the bottom of the cup as soon as the guy over the counter handed it to me. It always made my day when I got a Yankee. >>
You will be getting another Yankee any day now. I mailed the Mattingly one I found this morning
matt
1994 Pro Line Live
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<< <i>You will be getting another Yankee any day now. I mailed the Mattingly one I found this morning
matt >>
Cool! I will see what kind of stuff I can find for you this weekend
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<< <i>I have to admit, I was a Slurpy Cup searcher.
Except, it wasn't to get the best coins. It was so I could complete the set! >>
Cup searcher! Cup searcher!
I never had the chance. For me back then the machine was behind the counter. >>
I have to live with it for the rest of my life. Isn't that punishment enough?
I still have the set.
Except, it wasn't to get the best coins. It was so I could complete the set! >>
<<Cup searcher! Cup searcher! >>
At least you wern't resealing cups
I was 7 yrs old and my dad made the mistake of telling me a week in advance that we were going to yankee stadium on Sunday to see them play the Detroit Tigers! It’s summertime and although I had plenty to do with my friends, time seemed to stand still. The days inched by and every night I would lie in bed with my “Official Rawlings” Duke Snider center fielder’s mitt and dream of catching a home run hit by Mickey Mantle. By Saturday night I could barely fall asleep in anticipation of taking the long trek into the Bronx to see my first major league game.
Finally, as if a century had passed, me and my dad hopped into our ’56 Buick Roadmaster and headed towards the Triborough Bridge. I liked standing on the floorboard in the back seat and counting the street lights and cars; occasionally waving at passersby, to make the time pass quicker. Suddenly, we turned into this extremely large parking lot and then I saw it! yankee stadium. I couldn’t believe how big it looked. It was nothing like the Vleigh Place park down the block from our apartment on 78th Avenue.
The walk from the parking lot to the stadium seemed like 10 miles but the weather was nice and the sky was as blue as the ocean at Coney Island and all I could smell were the hot dogs and hear the sounds of men selling programs for the game. My dad bought me a scorecard, a stadium pin and handed me my own ticket! We entered this huge portal and there was this man in a green cap yelling: “tickets, tickets, have your tickets out.”
There was a scary obstacle to maneuver, like a monstrous gatekeeper, that appeared as if it could knock off your head with one clean swoop – the turnstile! As I handed the man my ticket, my dad helped me to navigate through. Phew, relief. When you’re 7, something like this can be pretty intimidating!
Then we hit the opening to the inside of the ballpark and it was like nothing any child could appropriately describe. The grass was greener than anything I had ever seen and the players were on the field warming up for the game.
My dad says, “look, Yogi is up at the plate.” The crack of the bat was like the explosion of M80s that Charlie Mullen used to set off on the 4th of July.
It was magnificent. The players looked like soldiers in their perfectly tailored white pinstripes. Even the umps looked special to me! An usher helped us to our seats. We were on the first base side of the infield close to the dugout. I sat down and my dad asked me if I was hungry. I was way too excited to eat! I was fully prepared to start the game. Wearing my Brooklyn Dodger baseball cap, I proceeded to go over in my head everything I required: scorecard and pencil…check…baseball glove…check…official national league sunglasses from sending in 10 box-tops and 25 cents from Post Toasties…check. I was ready for action.
This was right after WWII and Korea and there was still a special reverence for the National Anthem. We stood and listened while this lady sang at a microphone that was placed near the field of play. It sounded kind of odd since there was a delay between her singing and hearing it on the loudspeakers. The ump yelled: “play ball!” And the Yanks took the field.
The Yanks won the game, Mickey Mantle did not hit a homer for me that day and I didn’t catch a foul ball. But that was OK with me since I had the time of my life! I did get a hot dog and a cold root beer. Had a small bag of peanuts and saved the bag since it had the Yankee logo on it. I kept score with the help of my dad who knew all the players on the NY team. I did try to get an autograph of Mickey before the game started but he never came over to where I was standing.
Well, that was many years ago. My dad is gone, the Buick Roadmaster was probably melted down to make hubcaps, I don’t know what happened to the scorecard, peanut bag or ticket stub but I do have some memories that are etched in stone to tell my son when I take him to his first ball game.
mike