When mom and dad argued at night I'd hide under the covers with a big red with gold nobs plastic plugin radio, volumn down low, listening to Mel Allen and others doing the Yankees many times crying myself to sleep.
Later the Yankees were on my beat for two decades with front row press box seats behind home plate off the third base side. Covered thousands of games on deadline. Was humbled walking tunnels of old stadium all those years and to this day remember being under the covers crying.