09/08/19 8:00am

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The weather was perfect, in the mid-70s, no humidity, light breezes and blue-black skies above the lights of Citi Field.

I was where friends tell friends, “I’ll meet you at the Apple,” a plaza centered around the big red structure that once rose slowly beyond the centerfield fence of Shea when a Met hit a home run. Waiting for Dr. Z., who was running late, fighting traffic, I was the smart one, driving to my sister’s place in Queens, parking the car, and taking the 7 train to the ballpark. Getting onboard, I was already at the ballgame, with the train packed with Blue and Orange fanatics. (more…)

09/18/15 12:00pm
COURTESY ILLUSTRATION Our columnist, who bleeds Orange and Blue, is living in the present these days.

COURTESY ILLUSTRATION Our columnist, who bleeds Orange and Blue, is living in the present these days.

In those days, when the Mets were the dogs of the National League, we’d go to a ballgame with no planning.

That’s impossible today, not only because the Mets are one of the class teams in the league and seats are hard to come by, but also the cost of going to a game requires a meeting with your accountant. (more…)