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 2)
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?
October 25
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 →
A Sonnet for the Kid
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 →
It Hurts to Be a Mets Fan
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 →
Bitter Mets Limericks
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 →
Was it Your Birthday, Also, Eric Bruntlett?
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 →
Standing at Third 