The concept of playing the game the right way is pure fiction. Ask 20 baseball players to define the right way, and you will get 20 different answers. There is no definitive answer, and never will be. Playing the game the right way is an accumulation of personal values and belief systems.
Terry Collins leaned his bony elbows against the facade of the dugout at Great American Ballpark and peered through the fencing. The silver-haired man with deep creases around his eyes, watched as a group of 20-somethings went about their business of winning a division title; many of them are young enough to be – not his son – but grandson.
The New York Mets are on the verge of winning their first division title in nine years. The magic number is now one, and the excitement is palpable among Flushing’s faithful. One Mets win (or Nationals lose) and it’s official: The New York Mets will be 2015 National League Eastern division champions.
With the New York Mets in Cincinnati attempting to secure the National League Eastern division title, Pope Francis back in the Big Apple, meeting politicians, kissing babies and praying with the less fortunate.
Tomorrow, students at Our Lady Queen of Angels in Harlem will get the chance to meet the Pope. In a story on the CBS Evening News, Aaron Diaz will ask the Pope for a special prayer — for the New York Mets.
Whatever it takes, young man.
If Yogi Berra were able to read this, he’d likely push his cap back, scratch his head, give me a sheepish grin, look at this list and say, “I never said most of the things I said.”
I know, Yogi. But they’re still funny. Here’s a baker’s dozen of my favorite Yogi Berra statements (whether he said them or not):
There was no plan. No wager. No friendly “I dare you …” I was just standing in the back of the elevator on the 18th floor of Mount Sinai hospital in New York when the words just burst out: Let’s! Go! Mets!
My videographer turned and stared with a crooked grin. His eyes said it all: “Are you nuts?” I smiled and looked around the elevator.
The New York Mets 53-year history has more than 100 years worth of memories. The people (owners, managers and players), the games and the legendary success (and failure) are enough to fill an enormous amount of space and time.
On Friday I walked through the gates of Citi Field for the first time. I intentionally wanted to experience what a fan experiences, not a member of the media, so I bought my tickets online and planned my visit ever so carefully.