Since it’s Saturday night, which is traditionally known as “date night,” it’s time to turn our attention to the celebrity whose romantic interest in a Yankee helped both the player and the team win the championship this year. No, I’m not including Madonna, since she and A-Rod were over their little whatever-it-was before the season started. I’m not considering Joanna Garcia either; for starters, she’s not A-List enough, plus Nick Swisher isn’t the reason the Yankees won #27. What I’m saying is that this is a two-horse race.
And so, without further ado, here are the nominees for the 2009 She-Fan Award for Best Celebrity Girlfriend.
– Minka Kelly, Girlfriend of Derek Jeter –
Minka followed on the heels of a long list of Jeter conquests, but she’s lasted longer than any of the others, which proves she has staying power. She was at the Captain’s side at the finale of the old Stadium, and she’s been rumored to be his fiancee. But can she pass the She-Fan Award test?
1) Did she wear Yankees gear proudly? Yes.
2) Did she show up at the games with her Yankee’s family members? Yes.
3) Did she exhibit genuine excitement and pride when her Yankee played well? Yes.
4) Did her Yankee have a great 2009 season? Yes indeed.
And now for our other nominee…
– Kate Hudson, Girlfriend of Alex Rodriguez –
Kate followed on the heels of Madonna, as previously mentioned, as well as assorted actress/models with whom A-Rod was photographed after his divorce from C-Rod. She was rumored to have moved in with Alex in New York, but is currently on the circuit promoting her new film “Nine.” Can she pass the She-Fan Award test?
1) Did she wear Yankees gear proudly? Not that I noticed.
But she sat next to someone who did – and she sat with Amber Sabathia and Michelle Damon, neither of whom wore Yankees gear either.
2) Did she show up at the games with her Yankee’s family members? No. But she showed up with her own family members.
3) Did she exhibit genuine excitement and pride when her Yankee played well? Yes.
4) Did her Yankee have a great 2009 season? Oh, yes.
The envelope please.
And the winner of the 2009 She-Fan Award for Best Celebrity Girlfriend is…
***** Kate Hudson *****
Yes, Jeter made the bigger splash. (How often do you break Lou Gehrig’s record and become the first Yankee to be honored as SI’s Sportsman of the Year?) But how much did Minka have to do with that? Jeter would probably have hit .334 if he’d been dating Miss Piggy. Kate, on the other hand, went to Texas, Philly and other cities where the Yanks played. She hung out with the wives, was on the field for family day, brought her own family. And A-Rod thrived despite all the adversity early in the season. He certainly had his best post-season ever. And tell the truth: doesn’t Kate look like a lot more fun than Minka?
Congratulations, Kate. You and A-Rod may not last another month, but you helped us Yankee fans out this year and we’re grateful.
Oh, wait. Kate would like to accept her award with her mom by her side. Very sweet.
Enjoy, both of you!
My plane landed at JFK about 8:30 p.m. Eastern Time. I still hate flying and the trip was really bumpy thanks to the storm in the mid-Atlantic, but I survived. What’s more, the first thing I saw when I walked into the terminal was a shop selling Yankees gear. I was so excited. I mean, nobody sells Yankees anything in California. A few minutes later, at baggage claim, I saw tons of people wearing Yankees caps. I really was in New York with other lunatics!
But the best part was when I got to my mother’s house in Westchester. She greeted me at the door wearing this.
Did I mention that my mother is 92? I might just have to get her to model the shirt tomorrow on the She-Fan Cam. I’m sure she’ll have some opinions about the World Series. The question is….Will she weigh in on whether Cashman should re-sign Damon and Matsui or go after Lackey or pursue Curtis Granderson? Stay tuned.
(Sorry for the shorter than normal post, but I’m beat!)
If I’d been at today’s parade, I probably would have made a ticker tape snow angel too. But before I get to the festivities in the Canyon of Heroes, there were still fans celebrating Wednesday night’s Game 6 triumph. Remember Karissa, the four-year-old she-fan I met in the parking lot of Angel Stadium during the ALCS? Apparently, she has a brother and the two of them did a little victory dance after the Yankees beat the Phillies.
Then there was Bill “Surf Dog” Connell, who was overjoyed that the Yanks notched #27.
The celebrating continued last night when three of the “core four” appeared on Letterman.
Is it me or do ballplayers look completely different in “street clothes?” I’m so used to seeing them in uniform that it’s always a shock when they show up in suits. They look bigger and somehow too otherworldly for the stuff we civilians wear. Not that they weren’t adorable with Dave. And having Hideki make his cameo at the end was priceless. Good job, boys.
Today’s parade was fun to watch. In addition to the usual suspects (current mayor and former mayors, Yogi and Reggie, broadcasters, Steinbrenners, and, of course, the players themselves), I was thrilled to see Freddy on a float, banging his frying pan. Remember at the beginning of the season when he was denied entry to the new Stadium? How things have changed. I feel a special kinship with that man and his pan.
And how about the player pairings on those floats? AJ and Molina? Naturally. A-Rod and Jay-Z? Why not? Jeter and Minka? Hmm. But they’re not engaged? Sure.
CC and Tex shared a float (I may kidnap “Lil CC”; that child is too cute). Marte and Joba were riding together, along with Wang and his baby. Andy and Chad Gaudin? OK. Damon with Swisher? Makes sense. Melky and his mother? Absolutely. I loved how they were all holding MLB-provided Flip Video camcorders – also known as the She-Fan Cam.
What I didn’t love was that the MLB Network (I don’t get YES programming here in California, just the games) had the nerve to cut away during the procession for a Phillies press conference. Excuse me? Talk about raining on my parade.
A few fashion notes before the finale at City Hall:
* A-Rod’s black fedora, also worn by Melky, was an interesting choice.
* Mo’s scarf was oh-so-stylish.
* Suzyn Waldman’s black leather outfit was very biker-chick.
The ceremony at City Hall went too fast for me – I would have enjoyed hearing each Yankee say a few words – and I thought my head would explode while they were playing that horrible Six Flags music.
But I got a kick out of Bloomberg’s line about Jimmy Rollins’ crystal ball, Girardi’s story about his phone conversation with The Boss, Jeter’s graceful thank you to the fans and the Steinbrenners, and AJ’s stealth grab of A-Rod’s hat. Please, Yankees. Can we do this again next year?
As everyone knows by now, Cee Cee Sabathia requested a second meeting with Brian Cashman on Monday following their confab on Sunday night. Cee Cee, who is married with three kids, had additional questions for the Yankees GM. Apparently, he is receptive to the idea of being a Yankee, but cannot fathom raising his family in the wilds of New York.
“He has a life choice to make that will direct where they will reside for the next however many years,” said Cashman, his face a death mask. “He wants to know about living in Westchester County.”
Westchester County has been home to several Yankees and their families. It has also been home to me. Cashman, on the other hand, lives in Connecticut, a state that harbors Red Sox fans. How could he possibly answer Cee Cee’s questions with any authority?
Fearing that the big lefty might see through Cash’s disingenuousness, I took matters into my own hands, flew to Vegas and forced my way into Cee Cee’s hotel suite. After some preliminary chitchat, I explained that I had grown up in Scarsdale, a lovely, leafy village in the heart of Westchester, and was living proof that he, Mrs. Sabathia and the Sabathia children would not only survive the place but thrive.
“I found you a house there,” I said proudly, showing him this.
“Seven bedrooms and nine baths for under $5 million. That’s a bargain compared to what you’d pay in California. Plus, it’s got the same colonial grandeur as the real White House, minus the protesters – ha ha.”
Cee Cee managed a weak smile. He was still wrestling with his “life choice.”
“Scarsdale is a wonderful town for kids,” I enthused. “For example, there’s an annual tree lighting ceremony at Christmas – very family oriented.”
I decided not to mention the year that Santa was Tasered for trying to slug a cop and then led away in restraints.
“The educational system is among the best in the country,” I went on. “Your house would be right near the high school.”
I kept my mouth shut about the time I was suspended for breaking into a friend’s car during study hall; I hot-wired it and drove it to the Bronx to see a ball game.
“Scarsdale High has some famous alumni,” I boasted. “Aaron Sorkin, the guy who wrote ‘The West Wing,’ went there. And Liza Minnelli used to star in the class plays. But the best was Linda Eastman.”
“Who?” said Cee Cee.
“She married a Beatle,” I said. “Hello?”
I dropped names of other famous Scarsdalians.
He looked unimpressed.
“Doesn’t your wife watch ‘All My Children?'”
He shook his head.
“O.K.,” I said. “Maybe these two will get your attention. They were married in Scarsdale.”
Cee Cee’s eyes widened. I’d hooked him. Finally. I, therefore, did not mention that another resident was Dr. Herman Tarnower, who made Scarsdale synonymous with murder.
Now was the moment to pour it on, wrap it up, close the deal. And what better way than to tout Scarsdale’s eateries.
“No need to shlep into Manhattan for a good meal,” I said. “You’ve got Meritage for new American cuisine, Moscato for Italian and Balducci’s for lots and lots of this.”
“Oh, and there’s one other thing Westchester has: my mother,” I said. “She’ll find you a housekeeper, a gardener, a plumber, an electrician, whatever you need. She’ll take your kids swimming, introduce your wife to her book group, even bring over chicken soup if anybody’s sick. Just tell her you’re a friend of mine and she’ll roll out the welcome mat.”
Cee Cee seemed very touched. “I’ll definitely become a Yankee and move my family to Scarsdale,” he said, choking back tears. “Thank you. And your mother.”
I decided not to tell him about the time Mom left a pot roast in the oven all night and nearly burned the house down.