This Mets team is something special.
The Voice Inside Mr. Willet’s Head
It is when things are good, like this season, that the voice is at its worst as it talks to me constantly.
Mr. Willet’s Point of View
I've tried doing daily poems and fancy blog posts and anything I thought would draw attention. However, the internet is a very large ocean and nobody is going to notice me pouring cans of surgery sweet blue and orange soda into it.
Ghosts in the Grass: Celebrations
In my five years working at Major League Baseball teams, there were plenty of highs and there were plenty of lows. There were more wins than losses, but more heartbreaks than jubilation.
Walter Stoneham Curses the Mets (Part 2)
Conclusion: My whole life I always assumed Divine Intervention lead the New York Mets to win the 1986 World Series. However, what if it wasn't Divine Intervention? What if it was the exact opposite?
Walter Stoneham Curses the Mets (Part 1)
My whole life I always assumed Divine Intervention lead the New York Mets to win the 1986 World Series. However, what if it wasn't Divine Intervention? What if it was the exact opposite?
I was a kid. A 13 year old entering into some of the most confusing years of my life. Arm issues left me incapable of playing sports and a crippling shyness left me unable to do much else. At 43 it is weird to look back at 13 and say I was lost in the world. I had barely taken any steps at all in this world at 13, but somehow, that is what I felt. Lost. Confused. Lonely.
September 21, 2001
I wrote this following the Mets/Braves Game on September 21, 2001 Somewhere in the confusion and fear of the last week and a half, the cold slipped by the summer and started to embrace the city. Winter reluctantly edged in on The Game. The Game and all her loyal subjects had invited Winter’s Autumn Advance.... Continue Reading →
Why I Cried After a Baseball Game in June…and it Wasn’t because of the Kidney Stone
Perhaps I don’t need to explain myself, at least not to die hard baseball fans and certainly not to other Mets fans. My friends and family certainly couldn’t blame me. Yet, I feel like I must walk through that evening, nearly three weeks and do just that...Explain why I cried after a June baseball game.... Continue Reading →
Baseball, from Father to Son and Back
I originally wrote this three years ago, but I am re-publishing it today for obvious reasons. Football is my dads sport. If we didn't have something to fix in the house or wood to cut, chop and stack for the wood-burning stove, he watched football. He loves both the Giants and the Jets (I know,... Continue Reading →