The hometown Syracuse Mets let the word out that this year’s really big fireworks show would come after their game on Sunday, July 3, because the protocol of six-game-block Triple-A scheduling has all teams off every Monday.
My dear wife Karen and I decided again we’d take advantage of living a mere two miles from NBT Bank Stadium with full knowledge of the easy walking path and sight line from the local business center to the sky above the ballpark.
Bag chairs over our shoulders and hoodies on our arms for the advancing despite-July dusk chill and sure-to-be-buzzing bugs, we arrived with a hundred or so other fireworks-seeking folks.
I tracked the game’s progress on my phone. Two outs, bottom of the ninth, Mets leading 5-1. Three-run homer for the Butterfly Shrimp. Pitching change. Game’s final: 5-4, Syracuse Mets.
The sky over the stadium filled with fireworks.
I so much more prefer the displays handled by professionals.
Upon our stroll home, our neighborhood rang with the work of amateurs. Hope all remained safe.