After the events of the past few days — the Yankees winning their 27th World Series and being feted for it; the Mets doing no such thing — perhaps you wonder, what's the point? I'd love to tell you what it is, but I have no real clue ... But I do have a correction to offer, specific to previous entries to this blog: ... This was not the World Series from hell, at least not in the sense that either outcome would be equally terrible. If the Phillies had won, I can say with a great deal of
Twenty-three years ago tonight I got to do something I haven't done since. I got to watch my team become champions of baseball ... I didn't know it would be the last time I'd have that pleasure for at least twenty-four years. I wasn't thinking about what the future held that Monday night, October 27, 1986, at least not beyond my ability to complete some long-avoided work overnight and head to the ticker-tape parade in the morning before dragging myself to my standing every-other-Tuesday