A team, a dream, one piece more to greatness; Lost in baseball's desert, promised land sought. Power and grace, more myth than man - fates bless; Solid, steady as rock, from fire he's wrought. New life, new team as heart to hope is brought. A starved city rises up to it's feet. This man, this... Continue Reading →
Inspired by a Facebook page, I wrote the two sonnets below. The first is somewhat blunt in getting to the point (well, as blunt as poetry will let you get when trying to work in rhymes). The second was an exercise in taking the artistic, more subtle side of me out for a ride. Enjoy.... Continue Reading →
by Thomas Keenan I'm a Mets fan, orange and blue, Living in the land of Phillies crew. I stand tall and proud, Among their crowd, Waiting for a season new. I shake my head in perplex - Who upon us installed this hex? Brutally struck, All bad luck. This is a curses muscle flex. I... Continue Reading →
by Thomas Keenan Ever since my first birthday after I became a Mets fan in 1986, it seemed that they tended to lose most August 23rds. So, on Saturday night, I began to research it to see if this was actually the case or just a typical case of being a Mets fan (only true... Continue Reading →
I spent six seasons working for three minor and major league teams. Those teams went to the playoffs five times. The Mets or Orioles need to hire me back. Okay, this is going to be self indulgent, pointless and probably not even remotely "literary" (although, one day, I'd like to write a book about my... Continue Reading →
My mother always started the story the same way: "More often than not in baseball and in the real world, hope is not rewarded. However, in those moments when hope is rewarded, all the heartbreaks and shattered dreams become worth it. Hope can be difficult and hope can scar your soul when it doesn't bear... Continue Reading →
by Thomas Keenan (with a little help from William Shakespeare's Hamlet) Over the last few games, the Mets have surged a bit, putting themselves into contention (although as a long shot) for the N.L. Wild Card. I'm the type that really never gives up on the Mets until they are mathmatically eliminated. However, the surge... Continue Reading →
Into the darkness my beloved team goes. All teams venture into the darkness...the hole where all goes wrong on the field and continue to spiral out of control. Some teams spend decades there and other teams drift in and out, methodically, without ever truly seeing the full force of sunlight. Some are thrust into the... Continue Reading →
by William S. Willet In my dreams, I can still hear the crack of the bat. The noise of that sweet, natural, majestic swing that connected with that imperfect pitch still resonates through my mind. The ball disappeared into the left field bleachers and an avalanche of humanity converged where it landed. I swear to... Continue Reading →
by Sean Lilly I have a friend (we’ll call him Adam) who often gets premium tickets to Red Sox games, and he loves to tell me about them. I am a Mets’ fan, but I’ve lived in Massachusetts long enough to know the sublime pleasure of sitting in the stands at Fenway of a summer’s... Continue Reading →
Standing at Third 