Last night I went to the McCartney concert and felt as if I was struck by lightning. I had no idea that a stadium concert could be so psychologically satisfying. I have plans today and can’t blog until tomorrow, but I’ll have a nice long piece up. I am also sorting through the latest comment from the Mets’ front office to the effect that Old Timer’s Day was too much trouble and not very profitable and was therefore discontinued in the early ’90s (what was profitable for the Mets in the early ’90s?). A comment like that makes me feel as if I’ve been hit in the gut. After the last few months, I am convinced that the Mets have to re-orient themselves and understand the significance of what they are in the lives of millions of people. We have to get this message across. I don’t think that the people in charge don’t care about us. But I don’t think they’re thinking about us and what we feel as hard as they should.
welcome back. what a way to return by seeing Paul McCartney live at Shea.
it’s funny the timing of the latest round of comments from the Mets about Old Timer’s Day and other historical notes since yesterday I witnessed many many Mets photographs and vinyl banners auctioned off to fans and collectors instead of seeing them at a baseball game. And I felt more connected to Mets history there than I have at Mets game this season.