Baseball season is upon us. For you Yankees fans out there, think back to the 2003 season. I know, it’s emblazoned in your memories. For one thing, it marked the Yankees’ 100th season! More importantly, it saw the dramatic and nail-biting American League Championship Series race between the Yankees and the Boston Red Sox, which culminated in a Game Seven 11th inning home run by Yankees infielder Aaron Boone. While they won the pennant, the Yankees eventually lost the World Series in Game Six to the Florida Marlins.
Now imagine that your birthday falls on the day of Game Seven of the pennant race. You are a die-hard Yankees fan, have been ever since your Uncle Herman took you to a game and Don Mattingly signed your forehead when you were six years old. You just know that your beloved team is going to win the whole shebang. You simply have to immortalize the event with a cake (well, maybe immortalize is the wrong choice of words, since the cake’s unlikely to make it to the end of the day, but never mind).
At this point, I’m guessing that you’ve gotten the impression that I’m an avid follower of all things Yankees. Why, look at how I just whipped out that Mattingly reference – a guy who hasn’t even played professionally since 1995 (never mind that he then went on to coach the Yankees and is still manager of the Dodgers, but I digress). The shameful truth is that I only ever attended one major league baseball game and it involved the Toronto Blue Jays playing some other team, the name of which I sadly cannot dredge from my memory. It was a bitingly cold day and the entire experience was mind-numbingly dull. By the seventh inning nobody had scored and eventually my incessant whining (let’s keep in mind that I was no more than 9) convinced my father to pack us up and leave (to be fair, he was happy for any excuse to get out of there, although my brother fumed all the way home).
All this to say that in 2003 I was not what you’d call invested in the unfolding drama of Game Seven. Nevertheless, I knew I was dealing with a dyed-in-the-wool fan, so I set to work. I painstakingly reproduced the Yankees signature pin striped uniforms. The players’ numbers matched those of the real players of those positions (for example, the African American player at second base is modeled after Alfonso Soriano). The only fly in the ointment was the necessity of including a Red Sox player – anathema to any true Yankees lover – but I guess somebody had to be at bat. All those blades of grass took a minor eternity to reproduce, but the result certainly was effective.
My other option to commemorate the win was this moment:
But you try to replicate that in sugar!
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