Sensory overload
I’m still a bit overwhelmed by yesterday’s visit to the National Sports Collectors Convention in Baltimore. It’s a cliche in two ways: It’s like I’d died and gone to heaven. Yet, it’s also hell — temptations all around.
I’m still a bit overwhelmed by yesterday’s visit to the National Sports Collectors Convention in Baltimore. It’s a cliche in two ways: It’s like I’d died and gone to heaven. Yet, it’s also hell — temptations all around.
In a weird coincidence on Tuesday, I found myself reading early in No Minor Accomplishment, Bob Golon’s account of baseball’s revival in New Jersey beginning in 1994, about the Yankees’ flirtation with moving to the Meadowlands. On the day George…
1969 Mets reunion 2.0 Nearly one year ago (Jan. 30, to be exact), I got the first autograph on this photo. This weekend, I added two more to reach the halfway point. First, on Saturday, I drove up to White…
One of my friends didn’t believe my sincerity when I expressed my condolences on Harry Kalas’ passing and added that I considered him the classiest member of the Phillies organization. Coming from a Mets fan, he said it was an…
There’s a new website and magazine out called Gotham Baseball, which focuses on the past, present and future (as in minor leagues) of the grand ol’ game in the Big Apple. In his column on Sunday, Mark Healey proposed radical…
I, of course, haven’t hidden the fact that I’m a Mets fan. Nor have I made any attempt at being discrete in my distaste for the Yankees. The olden days, with obstructed-view seats and the facade.However, I have a deep…
Until reading a post over at Mets Police today, I had never realized that the Brooklyn Dodgers “B” logo that appears on caps sold today is different from those generally found in photographs and on authentic, game-worn caps of that…