And so we start anew, Let’s Go Mets

The 2018 baseball season starts today. My New York Mets open at home in CitiField against the St. Louis Cardinals. That familiar feeling of hope washes over me again. Can this be our year? From my dear wife Karen and I’s visit to Cooperstown, I bring you a doggone good memory above … And then…

We’re coming close to Opening Day

The baseball season starts Monday. I’m ready for some real New York Mets action on the flat screen. For now, though, I’ll admire the quite reasonable souvenirs I purchased on my dear wife Karen and I’s trip to Cooperstown this winter. The Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum store has a wall of postcards featuring…

Savoring the green, green grass of spring … training

It’s bracingly, frighteningly, stubbornly cold still in Syracuse, with snow on the ground. March can be a bear. And so when my TV guide tells me that my New York Mets are being beamed from a spring training game in Florida, I will land there for a moment. The Mets are playing a Saturday contest…

Meet the Mets? Just go to the Hall of Fame

Of course I know the lyrics to the song Meet the Mets. It’s been playing in my brain since the early 1960s when Jane Jarvis would play it on the Shea Stadium organ and the crowd would be coaxed to sing along “bring your kiddies, bring your wife, guaranteed to have the time of your…

Let the fireworks dazzle over and in CitiField

When our hometown Syracuse Chiefs set off their post game fireworks, the pretty pyro takes place from behind the center-field fence. Which I always thought was good and proper as my dear wife Karen and wonderful daughter Elisabeth and fantastic significant George Three have enjoyed many Triple-A fireworks displays and left NBT Bank Stadium very…