R.I.P. Bobby Murcer

It’s times like this when you see all the schmucks, creeps, and jerks running around the world, doing their dirty deeds, and you wonder “Why Bobby Murcer, God?” There’s not much else to say other than this is going to be really tough to get over. Most of you who read this site — along with myself — weren’t old enough to see Bobby play, but as I’ve said before, Bobby’s impact on Yankee fans went well beyond the mere fact that he played for the Bombers; he lived and breathed Pinstripes to the point where — aside from our fathers — many of us owe our Yankee fan-dom to Bobby’s enthusiastic broadcasts and his genuine love of all things Yankees. Suffice it to say, if Dad didn’t make it home from work on time to watch the game with you, you could always count on Bobby to be there rooting on the Yanks “alongside” you. And while we may not have known him personally, Bobby’s perpetual effervescence, kindness, and humility were evidence of a man whose greatness as a Yankee player and broadcaster was surpassed only by his greatness as a human being. R.I.P., Bobby. To say we will miss you would be a tremendous understatement…