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.
FRIDAY MORNING – MAY 15
I am up, showered, and out the door by 6:30.
Places to go, people to see, food to eat and of course, coffee to drink.
It’s a gorgeous morning. Sun is out, people actually have smiles on their faces and respond when I say, “Good morning.”
Crossing the circle I think of heading into Connecticut Muffin but decide to hold off.
First stop is Terrace Bagels on Windsor and ninth.
The place has a line. People love their bagels. Guys behind the counter are hustling. If Louie the owner was around, he would be proud.
“WHO’S NEXT?” Counter guy shouts.
“Give me the Brooklyn Boy a toasted Everything bagel,” I answered.
For those who don’t know, the Brooklyn Boy is Ham and egg on a bagel.
I sit at an empty table by the window and back door. Placing my bag on the chair, people are in a rush, gotta get to work I guess. Moving quickly.
All good, I feel them. I remember those days. That train, oh that train…
My first screw up of the trip was jumping the gun.
Counter person calls out “DAVE” sandwich was ready. I reached for it and made a mistake.
“You Dave?” he inquired.
“Oh shit, my fault,” I quickly countered placing the brown paper bag back on the counter.
Everyone waiting for their order gave me the stink eye. I felt stupid.
Dave was like, “YO BRO, THAT’S MINE.”
Finally my sandwich is ready.
Grabbing a seat, all set to dive into a real breakfast sandwich but something was missing. I need a newspaper.
Post, Daily News, Newsday…I will even settle for a New York Times.
No Rae and Otto and Jimmy’s is now closed.
“Yo, you know where I can get a newspaper?” I asked someone on their way out the door.
“No,” the guy with the suit and tie growled.
Damn dude. Sorry I asked.
The avenue needs a newsstand. In the worst way.
Great idea for a business huh? (Anyone want to back it, I’ll move back to run it) We can call it “Reds.”
We’ll sell papers, magazines, candy, soda, and we’ll even bring back the counter and make egg creams.
After I polish off my sandwich and wash it down with a bottle of water, I head up the avenue to Dunkin’ Donuts.
Passing a few people on the avenue I don’t recognize one face.
Where is everyone?
Dunkin’ Donuts is steady. Couple of people in-line. Donuts looking good but I can’t be messing with them.
I order a large coffee, milk and three splenda and grab a seat by the window; great view of the avenue.
Wi-Fi is kicking. What would I do without it?
I’m in my glory.
“Coffee light and sweet,” I hear someone shout to the counter person.
Haven’t heard that in a long time.
As I look across the street at Holy Name Church I see an older group of folks exiting.
I see Mrs. Martin from Windsor Place.
Oh shit, there goes Mr. and Mrs. Cox. I think that’s them?
Finally, some familiar faces.
Feel like jogging across and asking “How’s Laura and Karen?”
Two good girls I grew up with back in the day.
Have to tell you about a young lady who complained about her coffee not once, not twice, but three times.
Felt bad for the lady behind the counter.
“Don’t worry my friend, I love the coffee here,” I assured her.
A college kid is working hard. Wiping down tables. Cleaning the legs of the chairs.
“Great job,” I tell him.
“Thanks,” he answers.
I hope he doesn’t think I was a smart-ass. I admire people who work hard.
Time to split, going over to the city today.
Where’s my Metro Card?
WEDNESDAY MORNING – MAY 13
Billy and Mikey are sitting in Terrace Bagels. Lately, it’s become their favorite morning spot.
“Lemme guess Billy, you’re going to the Garden tonight?” Mikey wondered about his buddy on whether he was going to the Rangers game tonight against the Washington Capitals.
It was game 7.
Mikey looks surprised at Billy’s answer.
“What ya mean nope?”
Billy sips his extra large cup of coffee and takes a bite out of his plain bagel with cream cheese.
“Got a date tonight,” Billy informs him.
“Same chick as last week?” Mikey asked.
“Nah, going out with Noreen,” Billy implied.
Mikey looks surprised.
“Yep, she finally agreed to let me take her out,” Billy explained.
“Ain’t she married?” Mikey asked.
“Nah, she got divorced about a year ago,” Billy informs him.
Mikey finishes up his coffee and polishes off his Sesame bagel.
“She’s hot man, I saw her at the neighborhood reunion,” Mikey testified.
“Fuck yeah she’s hot,” Billy confirms rather enthusiastically.
“You always had a crush on her,” Mikey recalled.
Billy grabs his empty cup off the table and stands up.
“I gotta go Mikey. Yo, you know if they give coffee refills in this joint?”
“Nah man, what ya think this is?” Mikey answers. “Where ya going anyway?”
Billy wipes his mouth with a napkin, snatches up the mess he made and tosses everything in the garbage.
“Going to the gym to workout.” Billy says. “It’s been a while,” As he rubs his stomach. It’s grown a bit over the years.
“Okay bro, good luck tonight with Noreen,” Mikey says as Billy heads for the door.
“Thanks Mikey and bet the Rangers tonight, they’re a lock,” Billy advised him.
Mikey watches Billy walk out the door and onto ninth avenue. Mikey hasn’t placed a bet in a few days. He’s even now with Roger.
Should I bet the Rangers tonight? Mikey thinks to himself as he quickly pulls out the Daily News and checks the line.
“Fuck, New York is -164,” he says out loud.
Louie is wiping down the table next to him.
“Don’t you bet the Rangers tonight,” Louie warns him.
Mikey doesn’t even look at him. He contemplates what to do next.
“When you going back to work?” Louie asks.
Again, Mikey doesn’t say anything as he grabs the newspaper, stuffs it in his back pocket and heads for the door.
As Louie cleans up the table he thinks to himself; guy is gambling and he doesn’t even have a job.