It’s not a word. He’s a Baseball Player

A few years ago I was waiting tables in Short Hills, New Jersey. One afternoon I had the pleasure of serving Phil Rizzuto and his wife Cora. He lived in the area and I’d heard he’d come in before. All he wanted was a burger and ice cream. He explained to me that he loved our burgers. And prepared me way in advance that he’d be asking for the ice cream. I managed to get over being star struck long enough to tell him I was Italian and he asked where my family was from. We talked about it for a few moments, but as always in those situations, I had nothing good to say and managed to run and hide. He loved the hamburger and ice cream. When he asked for seconds on the ice cream I laughed and told him it was on the house. He was a handsome fella and Cora was very beautiful. A real gentleman.

Scooter passed away yesterday. It was a sad day as a Yankee fan, baseball fan, Italian, and human. But it was tough to really get upset about it. This guy was always enjoying himself and had an incredible sense of humor. He kept everything light. And he had one hell of a life.

This is as sentimental as Miabi Films will get. RIP Scooter.

If you have a half hour, you should really check out his Hall of Fame induction speech. It’s great.

One Comment

  1. Greg January 16, 2008

    This is a hilarious story I read somewhere. I forget who is retelling it, but it was one of his teammates from the Yankees. Made me jump out of my seat laughing.

    “This was a rainy afternoon in Minnesota on a Yankees trip in the early seventies. Looking to kill a few hours, several players and writers decided to take in the popular X-rated movie of the day. Phil Rizzuto was invited to join the group.
    “Oh, no,” said The Scooter. “I can’t be seen at something like that.”
    Off we went, Scooterless, to the theater. We were sitting in the dark for about an hour when, on the screen, flashed a particularly ribald scene. Suddenly, from the back of the silent theater, a familiar shriek was heard.
    “Holy Cow!”
    Rizzuto had slipped into the theater surreptitiously, wearing a raincoat with the collar turned up, a hat and sunglasses so as not to be recognized, but with two words he had blown his cover.”

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