Here you go.

go.

go. Butterfly. That's the Nothing Personal Word of the Day. It is Friday, October 25, 2004, and if you're a player about to play in the World Series and you've got about 12 hours and eight minutes to go until first pitch, you're likely sleeping. But when you wake up, you get that amazing

anticipatory anxiety, that discomfort, that bellyache. You try to stay on your routine, your game day routine as much as possible. You make

your way to the park, the last bus for a five o'clock game and it's a five o'clock game in

LA tonight, local time. The last bus, there's two buses. The first bus

will be at 11 a.m. The second bus will be at 1 p.m. There'll be a family bus as well.

We'll always get to the game early.

God, I remember a game one of the World Series.

You know it was 21 years ago today that we clinch the World Series,

October 25, 2003.

Game one was a game where get to Yankee Stadium.

The reason why we took the bus

is we had a police escort right up Madison Avenue from our

hotel which was on Lexington and 42nd the old Hyatt.

You take the bus police escort up Madison over the Madison Avenue Bridge get on the major Degan and you find yourself pulling into Yankee Stadium everyone knows what's happening. They know it's the team bus for the other team. People can see it. In

LA it's a little different. The players get to Chavez-Rovine. I don't think I ever

took the team bus to Chavez-Rovine. Get an Uber, cab cab a driver family drives you you pull in and you try as hard as

you can to make today like any other day you are aware of the

other day. You are on the field for batting practice,

you're aware of the celebrities around, more so than usual,

you're aware of the people around, the cameras, the media, you are aware of the stenciling on the field, you're

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