In the 1980s there were only two reasons to watch NYY baseball. One was Dave Winfield. The other was Ricky Henderson. Single-handedly, Rickey made every game he played in interesting and fun to watch. I don’t think the Yankees ever truly understood what they had on their hands other than a ballplayer they thought was a handful. You can be sure that if Rickey isn’t exactly destined for heaven, he will find a way to steal himself through the Pearly Gates with a headfirst slide. RIP.