David Wright swung and the ball shot into the air. I spotted it immediately against the ink-black sky, the white orb growing bigger as it flew closer. When you’ve been to enough ballgames, you know how to read fly balls, but a lot depends on your vantage point. When you’re in the stands along the
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October at Citi Field
The LIRR train from Penn Station was standing-room only, though Mom and I shared a three-seater with a commuter. The walk from the station to the Jackie Robinson Rotunda was crowded, and the plaza was packed. We got inside and made our way along the jammed concourse to get some sandwiches for dinner and then
For once, not the last game
For several years now, in addition to Opening Day, I’ve gone to the final Mets home game of the season. A few times alone, often with Mom, Casey or others along (like this time). After each game, the players have come out and saluted the fans along the first- and third-base sides. In 2013, when
Only Nolan
Three-and-a-half years ago, I posted the above photo with just three of the signatures collected. I’ve since gotten two more — the last 14 months ago — but hadn’t updated my progress. A few days ago, I got a comment with a very nice offer — Duffy Dyer’s daughter offered to help me add her
