This Mets team is something special.
A Magic Night At Shea
I have so many great memories of both working in Shea and attending games as a fan. One day, perhaps, I'll write more about that.
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: The Pendelton Moment
And then the Pendleton Moment happens, where something goes wrong, sometimes subtle, sometimes huge, and everything changes. Everything has swung back in the other direction and never returns.
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?
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 →
She is Almost Gone
She is almost gone. Pillaged like a vanquished land in the time of Vikings. Drawn and quartered by steel dragons. Barbaric to those that loved her. Tragic to those that knew her. Soon, all that will be left are some painted markers to be driven over. Names on uniforms have come and gone. Tears and... Continue Reading →