I was only 8 years old. I didn’t know any better. 8 year olds put their hands on everything, even when they know they shouldn’t. But I guess that’s not much of an excuse for what I did, or what I believe I did.
August 1st, 2001. I was 8 years old. My parents were going to take me and my two brothers on a tour of Yankee Stadium. We were to see the field, Monument Park, the retired numbers, the dugout, everything. I was so excited. It was going to be the day of a lifetime.
We took the long drive down to the Bronx and finally were there. I don’t know how long the drive was; to an 8 year old anything above 15 minutes is long. I remember marveling at the beauty of the ballpark, and seeing how it was so much bigger than on tv. The last part of the tour was the visit to the dugout. And that’s where it happened.
We were instructed to take a seat on the bench of the dugout. I sat next to a crease between two cushions. The tour guide was telling us about the dugout, and I wasn’t really listening. I was becoming restless. I was running my hands all over the dugout. I came to the crease, and I stuck my hand in it. I was feeling around, hoping I would find some kind of unknown treasure. As I was thinking those thoughts, I felt something. It was a pen. My Dad told me to get my hand out of there, and I took it out, holding the pen. I told my Dad I found a pen, and he was like, “Oh, how about that.” He was not too excited. But I felt that I made an amazing discovery. The tour was finished, and we left for home. I held my head up proudly.
From left to right: my little brother Tommy, me, my Dad, my big brother Bobby. This is when I found the pen!
On the drive home, we were trying to think of whose pen that could’ve been. My Dad said Joe Torre, because it was in the spot where he always sat. That night as we watched the game on the tv, we noticed that Joe Torre was a bit cranky. “It’s because of the pen!” my Mom joked. But later in the game, Jeter made a baserunning error, and when he got back to the dugout, Torre was livid. He was actually angry. He talked to Jeter in what seemed like a harsh tone. He never does that! We thought it was because he was annoyed that his pen wasn’t there!
It may seem like a ridiculous coincidence, but the Yankees have not won the World Series since I stole Torre’s pen. I think I cursed my Yankees. Why else would Torre have been furious that night? Many times, I have tried to tell the Yankee organization about the pen, but I never got a response. The last thing I wanted to do was to curse the team I live for! I still have the pen, and I never even wrote with it. I am keeping it safe in case someday I can send it back to the Yankees. I really hope the Yankees win the World Series this year so the curse will be over. But until then, the Curse of the Pen remains.
There it is: the pen that cursed the Yankees.