Life really is getting back to normal, yesterday I had a doubleheader. In the early afternoon I went to the Common Ground Coffeehouse volunteer picnic in MacEachron Waterfront Park in Hasting. That involved taking the subway to a bus to the MetroNorth railroad; it was worth it. At least when I got there the park is adjacent to the train station. This was my first time seeing the gang since the plague started. There was no music, not entertainment, just conversation and food, it was great. A lot of the conversation was centered around the fate of the coffeehouse and the UU that was its home. It was devastated by the flooding in the aftermath of the hurricane. This year’s concert series was canceled but there might be a reprieve in the form of a temporary home. Nothing is decided so I’ll just let you know there is hope. There are so many good shows on the schedule. I hope it works out. If I had a memory, I’d tell you who was book, I know The Murphy Beds, Robinson & Rohe, and Annie Sumi.
Coming home I was lucky and got a ride from Elana, one of the volunteers. She drove me to Stop & Shop which I had to go to anyway. That made my timing much easier as I had the Met game to go to. I also got in some more conversation.
The Mets are unlikely to make the post-season but last night was still a big game, they were playing the Yankees. It’s been a great and wild series. Sadly, the game was not a sellout, most Subway Series games are. We think it’s because of COVID-19. It didn’t help that this was an 8PM start on a Sunday and today was the first day of school in New York City. There was still plenty of excitement in the air. Amazingly it’s bringing Mets and Yankee fans together. On Friday a young man on the subway saw me in my Mets cap and started talking to me. He grew up in the Bronx and was a Yankee fan. We bonded on the subway. Last night coming home Yankee fan who was not at the game saw my cap and talked about what a great game it was. I enjoy trolling the Yankees, but this is better. I’m a hippie, I want peace, love, and understanding.
The game was great. Expecting a sellout Alan and I sat I our assigned seats, which I don’t like because of the obstructed view and Alan doesn’t like because of the people walking in front of us on the stairs. This is what it looks like from our seat.
After two innings, that took over an hour, we moved to where we usually sit behind the plate where they don’t have the stairs, railings, and plexiglass in front of the seats. We had to move a few times, but it was worth it. Alan is bothered by that far more than I am. The game went back and forth. The best part was that the hero of the game was the unfairly maligned Francisco Lindor. He had been the best shortstop in baseball since he came up. The Mets acquired him this off-season and he’s had the worst season of his career. He’s never hit nearly this poorly. He has not let that affect his fielding or hustle. He was booed mercilessly by fans who wouldn’t give him a chance, they resented his big contract. There’s a good chance that is part of why he hit poorly, that and getting injured midseason. Last night he hit three home runs including the game winner in the 8th inning. The Mets won 8-7. Thanks to that game he is now a 1% better hitter than average while being a fantastic fielding shortstop. If that is what the worse season of his career looks like, he’s a superstar.
The game started late and then took a long time to play, over four hours, I didn’t get home until 2 AM. It was well worth it for the great game. Today I am going for a four-hour training session to be an election worker and I have to prepare Gord’s Gold. I have the music all planned out, but I have to figure out what to say and record the show. I need a good start to the day, bacon and eggs on naan.
Wise Madness 