“Pettitte is choosing not to pitch in 2011, but the Yankees are — as they’ve been all winter — waiting for Pettitte to let them know something official. He’s leaning toward retirement, and he’ll let them know if that situation changes.”
This was courtesy of the LoHud Yankees blog today. I realize there’s been no news in Yankeeville, but the Pettitte saga is starting to remind me of a Saturday Night Live routine. Every few days somebody either has a conversation with him or texts him or talks to a friend of a friend of his, and the message that comes back is always the same. He’s leaning toward retirement. The Yankees shouldn’t hold their breaths for his return. If he decides he wants to pitch at some point, he’ll give everybody a call.
Here’s what I think about this matter: If Pettitte wants to retire, HE SHOULD RETIRE ALREADY. I won’t be happy about it, but I won’t fall apart either. In fact, unless something changes, I’m officially bidding Andy goodbye tonight. I’m going to watch old footage of him winning big games. I’m going to think lovely thoughts about all the ways he made being a Yankee fan so special. I’m going to picture him joking with him teammates in the dugout. Here’s to you, Andy. Thanks for the memories. I’ll always love you. xxoo She-Fan
Somehow, I was able to sneak aboard the Yankees’ private charter and take the team’s flight to Seattle.
Man, that plane is plush.
I was hoping to get a few words from each Yankee, but they all pretended they were asleep, just to avoid me.
I wanted to ask about their expectations for this road trip, how they felt about their magic number being 10, if they were worried about the state of the rotation or the bull pen, what they thought of Jorge’s suspension, etc. Oh, and I wondered if they’d miss Yankees beat writer Peter Abraham.
For non-Yankee fans, Peter’s LoHud blog has been the bible for many of us. It’s where and how we’ve gotten the most up-to-date info, as well as insider stuff. And Peter was the first beat writer I interviewed for my book – something I’ll always appreciate. But he’s changing jobs, moving to the Boston Globe to cover the Red Sox, crossing over into enemy territory.
I had to get at least one Yankee to weigh in on Pete’s departure. So as soon as the plane landed in Seattle, I threw myself at Jorge, figuring he had plenty of time on his hands. After elbowing me (a cheap shot, I thought) and then trying to pawn me off on Shelley Duncan, he finally agreed to meet me at my favorite cafeteria. Here’s our conversation.