A quick reminder to our boys wrapped in orange and blue layers for when they begin their season in Arctic conditions today or tomorrow or whenever there isn’t a projected 29-degree wind chill with 60% chance of snow showers in Cincinnati:
Play every game. There are 162 on your slate. Play all of them. Play all [...]
Friday night was about taking the first steps from a state of shock to a sense of tentative acceptance. Sunday (the workout opened to planholders; Stephanie and I went courtesy of a very thoughtful planholder) was for the journey from bottom to top, front to back, side to side, ins and outs. Maybe.
I say maybe [...]
With Citi Field sadly lacking an explicit tribute to half of the Mets’ forebears, I installed my own New York Giants homage atop my noggin for the day.
FYI, in the interest of old-timey accuracy, the Dodgers didn’t wear white jerseys that said Brooklyn. That’s something you do in your road grays.
The 126th Street side of Citi Field can’t possibly go very long without a strike zone box painted on one of its walls. It’s too perfect a place for stickball not to. Any ball that bounces into the chop shops is a triple.
Our brick, in the foreground. It’s the one with a date and a score.