it was 1977. yankees won the world series. he had just come from the dominican republic and he loved baseball. he had dreams of being the next juan marichal! and from his neighborhood of washington heights, he can see the lights of yankee stadium!
he would always reminisce with his son, monito. well, his nickname around the block was mono so his son automatically became 'monito'. he'd always reminicse telling him the same stories over and over again as if it were the first time he was telling him. and little monito would listen as