In November of 1961, when the Mets were still more or less in the blueprint stage, they had a little office in the basement of the Martinique Hotel with Bill Gibson in charge. A sign over the door read:
“Mets’ Ticket Office”
Bill said that every once in a while people would show up and ask for a couple of good seats for La Boheme or some other opera, and he’d have to direct them seven blocks north on Broadway. “I did my level best for the Metropolitan Opera Company,” says Gibson. “I hope they had a reciprocal arrangement for me.”
More than 45 years later they have. Kristin Chenoweth, star of song, stage and small screen (very small — at 4′ 11″, she looks up to Harry Chappas) performed at the Metropolitan Opera the other night. Her choice of outfit was perfect for any place called the Met.
Or any place at all.