Meet the Mets … and Dory, Erin, James …

That trip to CitiField to see the Mets play the Nationals two weekends back was exactly what our family needed on the night before the services for my sweet middle sister Frannie. My dear wife Karen and I had planned for more than a month to drive down from Syracuse with terrific daughter Elisabeth and…

Meet the Mets come Labor Day Weekend

My dear wife Karen came up with a great idea for Labor Day weekend, and I did my best to make it work for 10 folks who live hundreds of miles apart. Why not get terrific daughter Elisabeth and outstanding significant George Three to join us in Syracuse to travel to Citi Field in Flushing.…

A suite night with the Chiefs

The department in which my dear wife Karen works at SMG came up on the big wheel at work. It was our night to join her co-workers in the company suite at NBT Bank Stadium following her shift and my hours at the Liverpool Public Library on Tuesday, I was informed sometime last week. And…

Wasn’t it 1986, like, yesterday?

My New York Mets are doing something cool this weekend. They’re honoring the last squad to bring a World Series title to the fans who started that little cheer of “Let’s Go Mets” when they were born as lovable losers in 1962 and the generations since who haven’t stopped reciting that phrase, if not on…

Ellie B puts her best paw forward for the Chiefs

The Syracuse Chiefs were thankful that the last Saturday in April went to the dogs. Our Triple-A baseball team has been having one heck of a time with the spring weather so far this season, general manager Jason Smorol pointed out several times with the microphone in his hand during the pregame pooch parade at…

Room for improvement

How do you follow-up a season in which you reached the World Series for the first time in 15 years? Why, you win the World Series, of course. Hold on there, Mets fan. Well, the old saw Hope Springs Eternal was coined for baseball fans, was it not? Hover over any photo for a description.…

A big World Series for father-and-son Mets fans

The other kid from Long Island came up to Morrisville a year later than I did, but we hit it off pretty quickly that late August of 1978. Jimmy Johnson was a journalism major at the little two-year college in the State University of New York system tucked into the Cherry Valley of Central New…