New York: Where Ballplayers Are Separated from Legends
For those who don't know, I live outside Philadelphia.
It's a big city, and it's pretty cool: the history, the activity, the cheese steaks.
But it's by no means the greatest place on Earth.
Because that's New York City.
In New York, there's an energy. There's more to it than people buzzing around and tall buildings.
It's got a feeling like no other city.
You coudn't be done with just Times Square in a day. There's everything to do, and then some.
I've been to the big city a few times, and I love it. I mean, I'm only 12, and I've already decided that I want to live there. I'm saving up for a Manhattan apartment.
It's just amazing to walk around. Empire State Building, Ground Zero, Times Square (my favorite), and the regular hot dog stand. Everything put together equals my favorite place in the world.
But it's tough, too. Athletes have fans and media grilling them, boos at the home field. But it's where ordinary ballplayers become legends, and for average joes, New Yorkers.
Just look at Derek Jeter—a humble kid who grew up in Kalamazoo, Mich., with a dream. A dream to be a Yankee. That's what happened, and I think he got a lot more than anyone expected he would.
Even A-Rod. I mean, yeah he was a superstar with the Mariners and Rangers, but when he got to New York, he blew up into a mega-celebrity. (Of course it took him a while to get used to the big apple. He was booed many a time in the pinstripes at home...)
Regardless, New York has made those two huge, as it has done for so many more.
So I guess that all I'm saying is, I want to wake up in a city that doesn't sleep...
Cause if you can make it there, you'll make it anywhere.
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