I'm riding the 6 train to Yankee Stadium for tonight's Yankees/Orioles game clutching the book. In the midst of a quiet moment, I start thumbing through the book innocently when a handful of people start asking me about it. They are clearly Yankee fans (I'm a Chicago fan for the record). They are clearly drawn to the stories from Whitey, Goose and Guidry but I asked them to take a glance at Bobby Doerr, the Red Sox great, whose story of his father's sacrfices during the Depression paved the way for him to pursue a Big League career, albiet for these guys, with the enemy Red Sox. These big, both in spirit and in actual size, Yankee fans paused and said, "That's a real man. Even if he did play for the Red Sox." Time to get off. Yankees win 2-1 in the bottom of the ninth and more importantly, I feel as though I help bridge relations between Red Sox Nation and Yankees Universe.