Mary Jane Schriner, if you'll remember, is the Bay Village native who was childhood friends with George Steinbrenner. During their friendship, Steinbrenner penned many a letter to her, all of which she kept. Those missives were meant to be collected into a book, but Steinbrenner's family is blocking that from happening for now, which is sad. What's not sad is that Schriner has taken up blogging in the meantime to pass along some of her memories of the Yankees tycoon.
She recently added another entry, this time about when she and Steinbrenner raced their cars on the streets of Cleveland. George had a convertible that was faster and bigger and nicer than Schriner's, and as the two often debated about whose car was better, they'd end up lining up next to each other to see for sure. Steinbrenner always won... until their last race.
We did race a few more times but our final race was so devastating for George we never raced again.
Our cars were parked together and at the count of three I took off in a cloud of dust but when I looked to the side George was nowhere to be seen. Of course, I stopped and went back to George's car and there he was, the race car king, sitting behind his steering wheel with a scowl on his face.
He explained that the gas gauge had broken in his "bigger and faster" car and it was out of gas.
Trying to help I said, "Don't feel bad, "Sport," I'll be happy to drive you, in my little car, to get a can of gas."
On the way to the gas station George was slouched down in the passenger seat. He was a broken man. I knew this was my chance.
So, with a sympathetic tone in my voice, I asked him if after we got the gas would he like to get something to eat and then I said, "I'd love to treat you to a big slice of humble pie."
We never raced again.