As the saying goes, things happen in threes. Why three? Perhaps the number three feels better in our brain than four. Three is the first prime number. There is the triangle and the Trinity. I personally have never heard anyone reference the “threes” when good things happen; only bad. I am mourning the death of a new trio: Mel Gibson’s career, Bob Sheppard, and George Steinbrenner. Mel has been dead to me for quite some time. Despite the Australian accent*, Anti-Semitic, anti-women, ethnic, and racial slurs just don’t make me want to hear what he has to say. However, the death of Bob Sheppard*, “the voice of the Yankees”, really choked me up. I love when I hear his voice introduce my favorite shortstop, Derek Jeter. There is just something about his voice that really gets me. I can’t describe it. I guess you just have to be there, in the stadium, to hear it booming over the speakers. That is, if you can hear it over my screaming “MARRY ME DEREK”. Now, Steinbrenner also had a notable voice which was parodied a la Larry David during the time when George Costanza worked for the Yankees on Seinfeld. Perhaps I am shallow to mention that above the business savvy of Mr. Steinbrenner, who believed paying multi-million salaries to ball players and who essentially built the Yankees who I personally wish I knew, but love.
*MEL GIBSON was actually born in PEAKSKILL, NY.
*BOB SHEPPARD lived just a town over from my family in BALDWIN, NY.
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