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WFAN is reporting that the tumor removed from Bobby Murcer's brain over the holiday week has been found to be malignant.
One of my favorite Yankees.

One of my favorite Yankees.

He is a member of the church where my brother in law goes to. I will find out as soon as I can and let you know something.Prognosis?
Didn't say. Bobby released a written statement asking for everyone's prayers, and the Boss released a similar one.I'm guessing the prognosis is fatal, barring a minor miracle.Prognosis?
He was a total Yankees homer in the booth, but I love hearing his stories about his playing days. He really never had anything bad to say about anyone. He is also the last link to Scooter in the Yanks booth. Get well, Bobby.Murcer was my favorite Yankee when I was a kid...Called him "Bobby Murce"Say it ain't so Bobby...
Small world. Someone in my church on Sunday submitted a prayer request for him because their daughter (I think) is married to one of his sons.txpreacher said:He is a member of the church where my brother in law goes to. I will find out as soon as I can and let you know something.Urn said:Prognosis?
Despite my Yankee hatred, cool story.Murcer was my childhood baseball idol. I would clip the boxscores out of the paper and add to a scrapbook on his good days. One of my fondest childhood memories was being awoke one summer morning when I was about 10 by my Dad - a diehard Yankee fan...We were living in Miami and the old man was an engineer for Eastern Airlines. We could fly standby anywhere Eastern went. He shook me and my little brother awake while it was still dark and just said, "get ready we're going to NY to see Old Timer's Day and then the Yanks/Red Sox.We raced to the airport, got on a flight on our first try to Laguardia. Hopped a bus to the city and then the subway to the Bronx. It was my first time seeing the stadium and I was a 10 year old in jaw-dropping-awe. We saw all the oldtimers go around the stadium and have their game, the old man loved the Mick and was having almost as great a day as I was.But what I really wanted to see was Bobby. He had been proclaimed the next Mick and had stood up to the tough NY crowd and delivered - at least in my eyes. The Yanks took the field and the real game started against the hated Sox. Murcer came up in the last of the first hitting in the number 3 spot. He waved the bat with the big winding motion he had as he readied himself in the box. CRACK! He connected on a dinger that landed 3 rows behind us in the lower right field porch.Sparky Lyle saved the game and the Yanks won 5-3. We were back in Miami late that same day.The greatest day of my life!
Does anyone remember the story, similar to the Babe Ruth & Lou Gehrig stories of Murcer promising to hit some sick kid dying in the hospital a home run? If I remember correctly it was on Monday Night Baseball. The sad thing was that the kid didn't know he was dying when the announcer made the statement & freaked out.Of course it was a kind gesture on Murcers part & I'm pretty sure he hit one that night.Murcer was my childhood baseball idol. I would clip the boxscores out of the paper and add to a scrapbook on his good days. One of my fondest childhood memories was being awoke one summer morning when I was about 10 by my Dad - a diehard Yankee fan...We were living in Miami and the old man was an engineer for Eastern Airlines. We could fly standby anywhere Eastern went. He shook me and my little brother awake while it was still dark and just said, "get ready we're going to NY to see Old Timer's Day and then the Yanks/Red Sox.We raced to the airport, got on a flight on our first try to Laguardia. Hopped a bus to the city and then the subway to the Bronx. It was my first time seeing the stadium and I was a 10 year old in jaw-dropping-awe. We saw all the oldtimers go around the stadium and have their game, the old man loved the Mick and was having almost as great a day as I was.But what I really wanted to see was Bobby. He had been proclaimed the next Mick and had stood up to the tough NY crowd and delivered - at least in my eyes. The Yanks took the field and the real game started against the hated Sox. Murcer came up in the last of the first hitting in the number 3 spot. He waved the bat with the big winding motion he had as he readied himself in the box. CRACK! He connected on a dinger that landed 3 rows behind us in the lower right field porch.Sparky Lyle saved the game and the Yanks won 5-3. We were back in Miami late that same day.The greatest day of my life!
Wait 'till it happens to Yaz.why would I waste perfectly good prayers on a Yankee?
why would I waste perfectly good prayers on a Yankee?
Both lame statements.As a Yankee hater, Murcer was one of the few Yankees I could stomach. Every once in a while, one slips through (Bernie being another).He will be undergoing 6 weeks of chemo and radiation treatments, so one can only hope.Wait 'till it happens to Yaz.why would I waste perfectly good prayers on a Yankee?
As a lifelong Red Sox fan, I've got to say......very cool story. Yankee stadium is a magical place,especially at the age of 10..Murcer was my childhood baseball idol. I would clip the boxscores out of the paper and add to a scrapbook on his good days. One of my fondest childhood memories was being awoke one summer morning when I was about 10 by my Dad - a diehard Yankee fan...We were living in Miami and the old man was an engineer for Eastern Airlines. We could fly standby anywhere Eastern went. He shook me and my little brother awake while it was still dark and just said, "get ready we're going to NY to see Old Timer's Day and then the Yanks/Red Sox.We raced to the airport, got on a flight on our first try to Laguardia. Hopped a bus to the city and then the subway to the Bronx. It was my first time seeing the stadium and I was a 10 year old in jaw-dropping-awe. We saw all the oldtimers go around the stadium and have their game, the old man loved the Mick and was having almost as great a day as I was.But what I really wanted to see was Bobby. He had been proclaimed the next Mick and had stood up to the tough NY crowd and delivered - at least in my eyes. The Yanks took the field and the real game started against the hated Sox. Murcer came up in the last of the first hitting in the number 3 spot. He waved the bat with the big winding motion he had as he readied himself in the box. CRACK! He connected on a dinger that landed 3 rows behind us in the lower right field porch.Sparky Lyle saved the game and the Yanks won 5-3. We were back in Miami late that same day.The greatest day of my life!
As a lifelong Red Sox fan, I've got to say......very cool story. Yankee stadium is a magical place,especially at the age of 10..Murcer was my childhood baseball idol. I would clip the boxscores out of the paper and add to a scrapbook on his good days. One of my fondest childhood memories was being awoke one summer morning when I was about 10 by my Dad - a diehard Yankee fan...We were living in Miami and the old man was an engineer for Eastern Airlines. We could fly standby anywhere Eastern went. He shook me and my little brother awake while it was still dark and just said, "get ready we're going to NY to see Old Timer's Day and then the Yanks/Red Sox.We raced to the airport, got on a flight on our first try to Laguardia. Hopped a bus to the city and then the subway to the Bronx. It was my first time seeing the stadium and I was a 10 year old in jaw-dropping-awe. We saw all the oldtimers go around the stadium and have their game, the old man loved the Mick and was having almost as great a day as I was.But what I really wanted to see was Bobby. He had been proclaimed the next Mick and had stood up to the tough NY crowd and delivered - at least in my eyes. The Yanks took the field and the real game started against the hated Sox. Murcer came up in the last of the first hitting in the number 3 spot. He waved the bat with the big winding motion he had as he readied himself in the box. CRACK! He connected on a dinger that landed 3 rows behind us in the lower right field porch.Sparky Lyle saved the game and the Yanks won 5-3. We were back in Miami late that same day.The greatest day of my life!