Jeter hit a triple in the ninth and the Yankees won, but Shuey had felt lousy all night long
Once, when Shuey Portman had been about 15, a group of his friends were going to a Yankees game during Aseres Yemei Teshuvah. He really wanted to go — it was against the Red Sox, both teams in a fierce fight for a playoff spot — but he knew his father would be disappointed.
So he planned it well, spending most of the afternoon working on his pitch. He came home for supper and passed by the dining room, where his father was learning. “Ta, I finally got invited to join the better group, you know, the boys you always wanted me to be friends with, Levy and Buckman and the others.”
Tatty had looked up blankly. “Oh, wonderful Yehoshua, that’s nice. You deserve it.”
“Anyhow, Ta, they’re going out tonight for a bit, Tuesday is the night off from seder, and it’s been so intense, with all the bechinos, and I want to join them, is that okay?”
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