Thanks for the piece! My first Mets baseball game was 1963. Marvelous Marv Throneberry an early favorite of mine in 1963, though the team was terrible. Both my Italian grandmother and grandfather were avid Mets fans, having not forgiven the Dodgers for abandoning New York.
My grandfather was an estimator for a construction company that ha…
Thanks for the piece! My first Mets baseball game was 1963. Marvelous Marv Throneberry an early favorite of mine in 1963, though the team was terrible. Both my Italian grandmother and grandfather were avid Mets fans, having not forgiven the Dodgers for abandoning New York.
My grandfather was an estimator for a construction company that had box at Shea. Thus I got to one or two games a year until graduation from high school in 1972. Always did the scorecard….
When the Mets got in the World Series in 1969, my high school biology teacher put the game on, instead of class - no questions asked. I had no interest in medicine until souring on Econ and psychology late in college - so that was fine.
Yes, money and constant shuffling of rosters and even cities have hurt the player-fan bond. There’s an obvious analogy to the constant shuffling in primary care, the growth of hospitalists and mid-level providers, and despite some advantages, the toll this takes on physician-patient bonds and understanding.
Who has the patience (or freedom from so many enticing distractions) to listen to an (almost family member) radio announcer for a 9 full innings anyhow? Or to take overnight call? After all, you can catch the highlights in the morning, on rounds or ESPN.
But the real time twists and turns, inning by inning, in games and in illness, teach lessons that perhaps the young ones learn less well.
Just sayin’. Now let me go spit my tobacco juice in the dirt….
Thanks for the piece! My first Mets baseball game was 1963. Marvelous Marv Throneberry an early favorite of mine in 1963, though the team was terrible. Both my Italian grandmother and grandfather were avid Mets fans, having not forgiven the Dodgers for abandoning New York.
My grandfather was an estimator for a construction company that had box at Shea. Thus I got to one or two games a year until graduation from high school in 1972. Always did the scorecard….
When the Mets got in the World Series in 1969, my high school biology teacher put the game on, instead of class - no questions asked. I had no interest in medicine until souring on Econ and psychology late in college - so that was fine.
Yes, money and constant shuffling of rosters and even cities have hurt the player-fan bond. There’s an obvious analogy to the constant shuffling in primary care, the growth of hospitalists and mid-level providers, and despite some advantages, the toll this takes on physician-patient bonds and understanding.
Who has the patience (or freedom from so many enticing distractions) to listen to an (almost family member) radio announcer for a 9 full innings anyhow? Or to take overnight call? After all, you can catch the highlights in the morning, on rounds or ESPN.
But the real time twists and turns, inning by inning, in games and in illness, teach lessons that perhaps the young ones learn less well.
Just sayin’. Now let me go spit my tobacco juice in the dirt….