A Moment of Silence is Needed

One of the many things I thank my dad for is introducing me to world of professional sports. He never taught me how to play catch but he did teach me how the game was played, even if I was rooting for the opposing team.

I don't remember the first time he took me to see the Mets, but it was probably 1985. His company had field level seats right by third base behind the press box and next to the visiting team's dug out. I instantly became a Lenny Dykstra Fan! He was scruffy and scrappy! Then there was Roger McDowell the cutest relief pitcher. Over the next 4 years my dad took us to about 10 games. My brother went to Game 6 of the 1986 world series (I'm still jealous!). Then the Mets began to fall and the Yankees were on the rise. We were getting older so my dad started taking us to the Bronx. The shift gave me a new appreciation for the game of baseball but always in my heart I will be a Mets Fan!

Yesterday Mets' fans said goodbye to the old Shea Stadium. It's bitter sweet, but well deserved. It's been overshadowed by our crosstown rivals, who are so insecure that they had to build a new stadium too, even though theirs is classic. I'm looking forward to seeing the new SHEA. Sorry Citibank, but given these trouble economic times, I'm not sure that a bank should be having these privileged naming rights.

71 Days to the Home Opener: April 13th