Game three, Mets win 9-3.
Series is now 2-1 KC.
Game four tonight.
LET’S GO METS…
Game three, Mets win 9-3.
Series is now 2-1 KC.
Game four tonight.
LET’S GO METS…
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That place scared the shit out of me. Just walking by would creep me out.
Royals 7 Mets 1
Game 2 of the World Series.
Mets head back to New York trailing the series 0-2.
Did George Brett, Willie Wilson and Bret Saberhagen walk through those doors?
Fear not though, there’s still time.
Gotta keep the faith.
The 7-Train better be rockin’ Friday night.
I know Jackie Kelly is a bit nervous.
I know Pete Iulo is hanging out on the corner of 16th street and Windsor Place trying to figure out what is happening with the Mets offense?
Lee Mazzilli is hanging out on 86th street taking practice swings with an imaginary bat.
Gil Hodges is sitting on his stoop holding court.
Yogi says he should have started Seaver.
I’m sure all the sports talk radio hosts and their callers/listeners in New York City are freaking out.
“DO THIS, DO THAT…”
Everybody has an answer.
Like I said, have no fear. This morning standing outside Red’s Shoe Store, sipping a cup of coffee from Terrace Bagels, Carmine told me he’s pitching game 3.
“Royals are gonna sweep,” said Michael Mardini, a big Royals fan.
YA GOTTA BELIEVE!
LET’S GO METS…
Say what you want about A-Rod as a player and person but he’s a hell of an analyst for Fox Sports. Guy knows the game.
Cleon Jones texted and said, “If the van is a rockin’, don’t come knockin’.
“Cespedes is no Dave Kingman,” said Frankie C.
Terry Collins crew in Midland, Michigan are doing just fine.
Remember those John Jay baseball teams from back in the day? I used to go up to the diamonds in Prospect Park and watch them. They could score some runs.
7-2, Bonnies, Youth Service, Ty Cobbs…The good old days.
This morning heard over the loudspeaker in Holy Name.
“Extra B.P. this afternoon after school. Meet at the tenth avenue entrance of the park.”
Did I ever tell you about the time ‘Slick’ tried to bend the brim of my Mets cap? Carol Corbett exploded.
“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” She shouted.
Too bad kids don’t play stickball in the girls school yard anymore.
How about whiffle ball on the corner of Fuller Place and Windsor Place?
I’d go for a stickball game on tenth avenue right about now.
The Knicks are 1-0.
“GO TO BED, YA GOTTA WAKE UP EARLY FOR WORK!”
“CAN I STAY UP LATE AND WATCH GAME?”
“I AIN’T WATCHING THIS SHIT ANYMORE…”
“SWING THE BAT!”
Last night the Mets and Royals started game 1 of the World Series at 8PM.
They ended at 1:18 in the morning.
5 hours and 18 minutes…
Final score Royals 5 Mets 4.
Game 2 is set for tonight.
“LET’S GO METS!
Late in the summer of 1976 George Brett became my hero.
Brett was the first athlete I admired. Nothing was more important than GB5. He became my role model.
I was 12 years old at the time living in Brooklyn, New York. Brett was playing for the Kansas City Royals.
How can I forget that day?
I had just watched the Royals on a Saturday afternoon in September on NBC’s Game of the Week. I was in Timboo’s Bar down on fifth avenue. My father would bring me there every so often on Saturday afternoons. I know, crazy, right?
Naturally I began following and rooting for Kansas City. I knew nothing about them but I made sure to learn as much as possible. Plus this enabled me to argue with the Yankee fans.
At the time, neither the Mets or Yankees did anything for me.
I loved the way Brett played. Loved his batting stance. Loved how hard he played.
Besides Brett there was Amos Otis, Willie Wilson, Hal McRae, Frank White, UL Washington, Willie Mays Aikens, Freddie Patek, John Mayberry, Al Cowens, Dan Quisenberry, Dennis Leonard, Larry Gura, Paul Splitorff, Clint Hurdle, Darrell Porter, Buck Martinez, John Wathan and many more Royals I followed.
For the next three years the Royals faced the Yankees in the American League Championship Series. All three years the Royals lost. Unreal man, unreal. I was heartbroken each and every October.
It hurt, really hurt.
Guys from the neighborhood gave me shit each year. They were breaking my balls left and right. It got so bad once I refused to come out for like three straight days.
You don’t really understand how much I loved Brett. He was my fucking idol…
I bought a Starter jacket in Gerry Cosby’s for close to two-hundred dollars. I had two jersey’s, home and away with number five on the back. I had a Royals cap. A t-shirt and tons of baseball cards.
Damn I wish I had kept them.
Things got so crazy one year I called long distance to the Royals front office and ordered a yearbook. I went to the post office, bought a money order and sent it. My mother ripped my ass after she saw the phone bill. “WHO THE FUCK IS CALLING MISSOURI?” She screamed at us while we sat at the dinner table.
Baseball Digest, which came out every month helped me learn more about the team I would follow for the next few years.
I would also purchase the Sporting News each week. A yearly book that came out on the newsstands, ‘Who’s Who in Baseball’ was my textbook throughout the season.
Game five of the 1976 ALCS at Yankee Stadium was tied at six going to the bottom of the ninth. Right before midnight Chris Chambliss, Yankees first-baseman blasted a walk-off-homer against Royals relief pitcher Mark Littell. It was the first pitch too. (Brett had tied the game at six with a three-run homer in the top of the 8th) Yankee fans stormed the field. Why don’t baseball fans storm the field anymore?
After the game I cried.
My friend Jimmy Cullen was at the game.
In game three of the 1978 ALCS at Yankee Stadium Brett hit three straight homers off Catfish Hunter. That was cool but the Royals lost the game 6-5.
During the day I would go over to Manhattan and hang out in the hotel lobby where the Royals stayed just to get autographs. Sometimes security would realize I wasn’t a guest so they would toss me out.
I’d hang around outside on 42nd street with other autographs seekers waiting for the Royals.
For some strange reason Willie Wilson never signed for us.
Royals skipper Whitey Herzog was cool. He once stopped to sign and stepped on my foot accidentally. “Good thing I didn’t have my spikes on,” he said to me as we both got a laugh.
Darrell Porter was cool. I once saw Amos Otis smoking a cigarette outside the hotel. Frank White was super cool. And it was cool seeing Royals shortstop UL Washington’s tooth pick close up.
The day I got my idol to sign I was the happiest person in the world. I was nervous but he did it. On an index card. Not sure what ever happened to that card.
It was rare that I missed a Royals-Yankees game at Yankee Stadium. I was even at the infamous pine tar game. And the continuation game.
Me and my boy Joe Lee would take the F and D trains and get to the game early for B.P.
It wasn’t until 1980 that the Royals got their revenge beating the Yankees three games to zero.
Who could forget Brett’s three-run homer in Yankee Stadium in the top of the 7th off Goose Gossage to seal the deal?
The ball off of Brett’s bat was put in the upper deck.
I stayed a Brett fan until he retired in 1993. My love for the Royals faded. But make no mistake, there wasn’t a bigger Royals fan in New York than me.
Fast forward 22 years and now the Royals are in the World Series against the New York Mets. Being from New York and having many friends who are Mets fans I have to root for the Metropolitans.
Sure the Royals are a great story but like Tug McGraw once said, “Ya Gotta Believe!”
Game one is Tuesday night. Live from Kansas City.
LET’S GO METS!
Get out the brooms.
They did it.
Went to Chicago and took care of business.
Swept the baseball team everyone was talking about. Seemed like everyone I talked to about the play-offs was pulling for the Cubs.
They felt sorry for the Cubs.
Billy Goats, 107 years, and what’s up with the Ivy on the outfield wall?
How about them Mets?
YA’ GOTTA BELIEVE!
AMAZIN’ AMAZIN’ AMAZIN’
“I stayed in Farrell’s until last call,” Steve explained to Jimmy this morning as they sat on Jimmy’s stoop on Windsor Place.
Jimmy was pissed. Didn’t even touch his coffee which Steve had brought him.
He really didn’t want to talk about the Mets game 4 win last night in the Windy City. Jimmy was a big-time Yankees fan.
“That fuckin’ Danny Murphy!” Steve added. “He’s amazin’.”
“Fuck the Mets!” Jimmy shouted. “I’m tired of them, enough already!”
Steve took a sip from his light and sweet coffee from Pynn’s Deli as he looked at a guy walk by the stoop on his way to the subway.
“Yo, Ryne Sandberg, FUCK THE CUBS!” Steve shouted to him as he laughed. The guy dressed in a blue suit was wearing a blue Chicago Cubs cap.
He looked at Steve and kept walking, head down. This guy was showing his loyalty by wearing his Cubs hat to work.
“Hey Jimmy, I saw that chump in the Double Windsor last night, the joint was filled with Cubbie fans,” Steve said.
“Yo Joe Maddon,” Steve called out to the poor guy. “Andre Dawson, Ernie Banks and Mark Grace were not walking through that door!”
Jimmy didn’t find Steve’s trash talk amusing. His head was buried in the newspaper.
The neighborhood had changed over the last few years. There were people from all over the country moving in.
“Yeah, Yeah, enough of that shit Steve,” Jimmy said, not even looking up from the paper.
“Let me guess you bet the Cubs last night?” Steve asked.
Jimmy was silent.
Red knew it. But when you think about it, no one expected the Mets to sweep the Cubs, America’s team. Even Steve was talking on the parkside yesterday about the Cubs winning last night.
“I’m down three-hundred.” Jimmy said to Steve as he got up and walked in his house.
“I gotta take a piss,” Jimmy said.
Steve polished off his coffee, jumped off the stoop and began to walk up Windsor Place towards the avenue.
“LETS GO METS!” he shouted to a guy walking his baby in a stroller as he raised his styrofoam cup in the air.
The guy didn’t seem too interested in baseball.
“I’m from Cleveland,” he replied.
Got some news on Roddy.
First of all they reminded me he was not only an awesome guy, but he was a heck-of-a-high jumper. And he could play a mean guitar.
Wake will be at Duffy’s this Friday from 2-5 and 7-9.
Funeral mass will be held at Holy Name church at 10AM, Saturday morning.
My heart goes out to the entire Riches family.
The New York Mets defeated the Chicago Cubs last night 4-2. The Mets now lead the best of seven series 2-0.
The series now moves to Chicago.
“You see Murphy last night?” Jimmy asked Steve while both teens stood on the corner of Prospect Avenue, right outside Holy Name Church.
“Yeah man, he’s hot!” Steve answered sipping on a coffee, light and sweet from Henry’s deli.
“HOT? He’s homered off Arrieta, Lester, Greinke, and Kershaw this postseason!” Jimmy shouted.
The Mets second baseman hit a two-run homer in the bottom of the first last night to give the Mets a 3-0 lead.
“He’s a free-agent, there’s talk of the Mets not signing him,” Jimmy explained while he glanced at the New York Post.
“Good, then he should jump on the train and head to the Bronx, the Yankees can use him.” Steve said as he took off down Prospect Avenue to the schoolyard.
“Where ya going?” Jimmy shouted.
Steve kept walking, munching on his buttered roll ignoring Jimmy.
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“You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.”
Michigan’s punter drops the snap. Ball is loose, he tries to punt it away. Michigan State’s 11-man rush comes rushing in like a pack of wild dogs. Spartans come up with the ball and run it in, 40 yards on the last play of the game.
Thanks for coming.
Arrive home safely.
KC Royals taking on the Toronto Blue Jays in Game 2 of the ALCS. Lazy fly ball to right field. Jays second baseman and right fielder coming together. Someone is going to catch it, right?
Ball bounces in. Base-hit.
Royals go on to rally.
They win the game. Lead series 2-0.
Mistakes are made.
“Told ya to take the Spartans plus the eight points,” Bobby told Fat Tom as they stood outside Farrell’s this morning.
Both guys are waiting for a ride down to Farragut Road. Farrell’s football has a big game against McBears.
Bobby was sipping on a large coffee from Pynn’s deli, light and sweet. He knows Fat Tom went against what he said last night and went ahead and bet Michigan. He loves Jim Harbaugh.
“How about Joey Bats and that second baseman letting that ball drop in,” Fat Tom responds as he reads the lines from the Daily News on today’s NFL games.
Fat Tom bet the Jays. He took a bath on Saturday.
Spartans underdog eight and half?
How did that happen?
They were undefeated coming in.
David Price rolling along for the Jays. At one point he retired 18 straight Royals. (George Brett and John Mayberry were not coming through those doors)
“I like the Cubs tonight,” Fat Tom says as Bobby walks into Farrell’s.
Bobby stopped betting two years ago but every now and then he gives Fat Tom a few games to bet.
He lost it all.
Was working every day for the bookie.
Bobby knows he made a lot of mistakes with his hard earned money as an apprentice Ironworker. He was about to get his union card in one month.
“Boy Matt Harvey was amazin’ last night,” Fat Tom says. He doesn’t realize Bobby walked into the bar.