On February 2, 2002, Stephanie and I visited Bobby V’s restaurant in Corona. Our hope was that by showing up on a sleepy Saturday before spring training, we would bump into the eatery’s star attraction. And we did. The man whose name was on the door and whose face was on the menu couldn’t have been more gracious, posing for photographs, dispensing autographs and indulging starstruck praise.
“Thanks for wearing your Mets stuff,” he said.
“Thanks for making us proud to wear it,” I said.
Did I really just say that?
I had never met a president but now I had met a Mets manager. The Mets manager, to my thinking. When I shook hands with Bill Clinton a year or so later, it was a rush, but not nearly as charged.
Two Valentines in this picture*, posted February 14, 2006. One used to manage our team. One I couldn’t manage without.
*Image currently missing following blog’s migration to WordPress.
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