92 Degrees in Phoenix and 32 Degrees in New York
I love it here.
When I left Phoenix it was 92 degrees and here in New york it’s 32 degrees.
I have always loved coming here. When I was managing at Shea Stadium, I would holler at the NYPD officers and say, “Hey guys, hold your heads up high. You represent the second greatest police force in the country.”
Of course they would all holler back at me.
After one of our games against the Mets the clubhouse kid told me that there were a bunch of NYPD officers outside waiting for me.
When I came out they presented me with an old, scuffed-up ball that they had all signed and it read, “To Tom Lasorda, the second greatest manager in baseball.”
I have nothing but respect and admiration for the NYPD. In fact, last night I had dinner with Chief Esposito and his crew.
This morning I ran into Rudi Giuliani at FOX as I was leaving. I tried to convert him to being a Dodger fan, but even with Joe Torre as our skipper he still wouldn’t convert.
From there we went to the Empire State Building.
Then we went up to the observation deck.
What a view. What a city…
Tomorrow I’m off to Toronto to watch USA play Canada in the first round of the World Baseball Classic.