
Poor Bills keep waiting for their ‘Next Year’ to finally become reality
NY Post
This was near the end of a magnificent American life, and he’d been battling lung and prostate cancer for some time, but Pee Wee Reese was absolutely going to get in the car and make the drive from Louisville to Kansas City. The Negro Leagues Baseball Museum was honoring his dear friend Jackie Robinson, and Reese knew that meant seeing so many friends from the old days.
So of course the conversation eventually turned to Brooklyn, to the Dodgers, to the love affair between borough and baseball team that was still so close to so many hearts, even then, 41 years after the team shoved out west for LA.
“Wait Till Next Year,” Reese said, shaking his head, smiling thinly. “Sounds so quaint. Sounds so sporting. ‘Hey, we lost to the Yankees again? Well, just wait till next year! We’ll get ’em then!’ ”
The smile vanished now.

SAN DIEGO — As you may have seen elsewhere in this newspaper (and also if you haven’t deleted me yet from your social media), I have a book coming out Tuesday called “The Bosses of The Bronx.” Much of it details the 37 years’ worth of antics, winning, losing, winning again and overall mania of George Steinbrenner’s time with the Yankees.

Cade Cunningham, almost inarguably the best player in the East this season, is likely out for the remainder of the regular season. That’s the word out of Detroit following the depressing news that Cunningham punctured a lung when he took a knee to his side Tuesday from Washington’s Tre Johnson while chasing a loose ball.











