The current Mets owner had me run around for years in an effort to sell him a property and he ended up buying through someone else. Has this colored my opinion of him? Only slightly as he always had FOX on the radio when we drove around so it wasn't high to begin with. On the other hand, the potential #'s were attractive... . Also, I'm a lifelong Yankees fan so wishing ill on the Mets isn't new.
Barry, Barry, dear, sweet Barry, please remember your destiny in this world: A vessel for Jack's insights and reminders of our past, when we see our glory of days long gone as told by a (pushing 96)
cranky, horny Jew who sacrificed a toe so we may enjoy our freedoms today. The greatest generation? I think so.
I always enjoyed going to Shea Stadium, if only for the sight of a 747 barely making it over the upper deck. My favorite story about the Mets is from my friend from Staten Island, Liz, who said she was delighted to spot a sign on opening day of the Mets’ third season saying “just wait til next year!“
“Remember,” she said, “we like you. We love Jack.” Words to live by, Ba! (I keed, I keed -- we luvz u 2, Ba. And this newbie thanks you for the illuminating and hilarious backstories. Keep 'em comin' whenever you feel that new arrivals need them!)
The current Mets owner had me run around for years in an effort to sell him a property and he ended up buying through someone else. Has this colored my opinion of him? Only slightly as he always had FOX on the radio when we drove around so it wasn't high to begin with. On the other hand, the potential #'s were attractive... . Also, I'm a lifelong Yankees fan so wishing ill on the Mets isn't new.
Barry, Barry, dear, sweet Barry, please remember your destiny in this world: A vessel for Jack's insights and reminders of our past, when we see our glory of days long gone as told by a (pushing 96)
cranky, horny Jew who sacrificed a toe so we may enjoy our freedoms today. The greatest generation? I think so.
I always enjoyed going to Shea Stadium, if only for the sight of a 747 barely making it over the upper deck. My favorite story about the Mets is from my friend from Staten Island, Liz, who said she was delighted to spot a sign on opening day of the Mets’ third season saying “just wait til next year!“
"And the pretzels
And the beer..."
*Fuck Robert Moses. With Walter O'Malley's dead dick.
“Remember,” she said, “we like you. We love Jack.” Words to live by, Ba! (I keed, I keed -- we luvz u 2, Ba. And this newbie thanks you for the illuminating and hilarious backstories. Keep 'em comin' whenever you feel that new arrivals need them!)
Ach, Ba, need it be said that we love you too?