I must've been 10 years old when David Wright was signing baseballs before a game. When I asked David to sign my ball for my birthday he just scribbled a straight line on the ball and threw it over his shoulder as he walked away. read more
Years later, I was watching the New York Mets post game show, and they introduced the new in-studio analyst."No. This can't be," I thought. And then there he was. The Amon Göth of baseball. Nelson Figueroa's face was sullying my television. Now I can't watch New York Mets baseball without reliving what happened on that rainy March night. read more
It was thunderous in the seats, and “harbinger of doom” class cacophony underneath, where the concession stands and restrooms were positioned. The noise was merciless hell all game long. I resolved never to attend another Bat Day in any ballpark. One of the last games I saw at Arlington Stadium, there was a drunk guy sitting right behind me. read more