Hello Citi
Shiny and new The Mets’ home opener this year was a night game because the team preferred to play the game on a Monday and leave Tuesday open, probably for two reasons: To hold its annual Welcome Home Dinner and…
Shiny and new The Mets’ home opener this year was a night game because the team preferred to play the game on a Monday and leave Tuesday open, probably for two reasons: To hold its annual Welcome Home Dinner and…
The Mets open their new ballpark tonight, and Mom and I plan to be there a few hours early to enjoy the place in its bunting-adorned glory. This is the new beginning. The old, multi-purpose stadium is gone, the rubble…
Springtime R.E.M. was the first music we heard coming from the field, but we were still on the concourse. We’d just come up the escalator through the Jackie Robinson Rotunda and we were ready to work our way around Citi…
[NOTE: Updated, as you can see, with some of the pictures I took. I also embedded a great home video from 1982 Opening Day found on YouTube.] After having lunch with two dear friends this afternoon, I had four hours…
My buddy Dave bought us two 15-packs for Citi Field this morning, meaning we’ve got two seats to the home opener on April 13. We first started buying ticket packs several years ago, when they were six-packs for games at…
Sitting in Shea Stadium’s picnic area was all that I’d hoped it would be. While not quite on the level — even a smaller level — of Wrigley Field’s bleachers, Shea’s small section of metal benches and close proximity to…
I did something I’d never done at Shea Stadium before: I fell asleep. Here’s the backstory: I worked Wednesday night, but managed to get into bed by 3 a.m. I planned on a good six hours’ sleep before waking up…
Like most of baseball, I went about my day last Monday as I normally would. I didn’t take any time out of my day to visit MLB.com and listen to the coverage of the Hall of Fame from Cooperstown, the…
It’s the image of hundreds of photographs, film clips and memories — the golden light and long shadows of dusk in New England. The grass seems a little higher, the hay bales shimmer in the glow and the scent of…