World War II ended in 1945, yet there were handfuls of particularly stubborn Japanese soldiers in far-flung outposts who hadn’t gotten word or refused to believe what they were told about their nation’s surrender. One, Hiroo Onoda, was found to still be fighting a war that was no longer in progress as late as 1974.
“The Mets — ah, the Mets! Superlatives do not quite fit them, but now, just as in 1969, the name alone is enough to bring back that rare inner smile that so many of us wore as the summer ended. The memory of what these Mets were in mid-season and the knowledge of what they […]
The Village Voice recently and wisely named Alex Belth of Bronx Banter New York’s best sportswriter, and it’s a pleasure to present compelling evidence: “Two Rogers,” Alex’s exploration of the intersection of Roger Kahn and Roger Angell by way of Alex’s father, Don Belth. They’re three fascinating figures, as considered by someone who knows how […]
It hasn’t been the greatest offseason for following Mets’ news in our family — Joshua’s REYES jersey is gone, though I can’t bear to dismantle the diptych of Reyes and Wright above his bed — but the beat does go on. This winter, Joshua and I (often with Emily alongside) watched all of Ken Burns’s […]
In the spring of 1980, the New Yorker’s Roger Angell was making his incomparable annual rounds and alighted on St. Petersburg for a morning B-squad game between Joe Torre’s Mets and their neighbors, Ken Boyer’s Cardinals. The rookie getting everybody’s attention that March was St. Louis’s big first baseman Leon Durham — “he is called […]
If you can trace your roots without paying a genealogist, then it must be Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.
On April 18, 1957, New York’s National League franchise opened its home schedule just as it had done every year since 1883, just as it would never do again.
Fifty years and two days […]
If you haven’t already, by all means get yourself a copy of the Nov. 27 New Yorker, and read the Roger Angell season recap.
I’ve loved Roger Angell as long as I’ve loved baseball — I remember reading The Summer Game as fast as a young boy could read a pretty thick book and realizing to […]
Just a bit of hell to get us through a Sunday, eh? In this case, two is enough.
FOSTER: His take on why he wasn’t playing in ’86 was, as Rey Ordoñez might put it, stupid, but if he hadn’t said a word on race and maintained his spot on the roster into the World Series, […]