Many years ago, while trying to engage my Uncle Peter in small talk, I asked how his favorite team was doing. "Those Patriots," he said, "they get so close to winning the game and then at the last minute, they break your heart." That was long before Tom Brady took charge of the ball.
But I wondered why seeing "his" team at the very top was so important to him and thousands of others who eventually got their wish with multiple Superbowl championships.
Despite those past hallelujah moments, Uncle Peter wants his team to be the ultimate winners again --and again --and again.
That mindset might be where Jacqueline Susann got the title for her third best selling novel.
I kind of like the AI response to the question that became the topic of our conversation - one that we return to again and again. (Thanks, ChatGPT!)
And ironically our Metsies performed great for us today on a glorious afternoon at CitiField- we will just have to continue to love to hate them. Or hate to love them. Regardless, always love being there with you.
As to Yankee fans, you and I differ slightly as to the wording of the diagnosis. You say terminal pomposity. I say outrageous sense of entitlement. I think we can both agree on the cure: EPHY (Earliest Possible Humiliation of the Yankees). Given how dreadful the Mets are this year, our only baseball hope is that the Yankees get knocked out quickly in the playoffs—preferably by a team whose cap I already own, because they knocked the Yankees out in a previous year. Speaking of baseball fans, how about Pope Leo! I agree with you about his encyclical on AI, even though you and I both use AI to do drawings for our Substack columns. For the sake of Leo, the first pope who knows what an ERA is, I hope it’s the White Sox who knock out the Yankees.
Your Ferragamo loafers are in the mail. (Sorry, couldn’t help myself.) a fair-weather fan who was beaned by my own pitcher while playing softball in my early teens, I only watch baseball playoffs with the gents in my family. Politics? I can’t help but stay enmeshed.
"Politics? I can’t help but stay enmeshed." That beanball must still be taking a toll.
10-1, good therapy.
10-1, Mets. Coming back?
What happened to the Miracle Mets? Can Leo step in?
Good thing Uncle Peter wasn't a follower of them Mets.
Many years ago, while trying to engage my Uncle Peter in small talk, I asked how his favorite team was doing. "Those Patriots," he said, "they get so close to winning the game and then at the last minute, they break your heart." That was long before Tom Brady took charge of the ball.
But I wondered why seeing "his" team at the very top was so important to him and thousands of others who eventually got their wish with multiple Superbowl championships.
Despite those past hallelujah moments, Uncle Peter wants his team to be the ultimate winners again --and again --and again.
That mindset might be where Jacqueline Susann got the title for her third best selling novel.
Good thing Uncle Peter wasn't a follower of them Mets.
Wemby might be ok at basketball, but think of his potential at short stop for the Mets. I know it’s a long shot. But has anyone asked him?
Hey Dad...
I kind of like the AI response to the question that became the topic of our conversation - one that we return to again and again. (Thanks, ChatGPT!)
And ironically our Metsies performed great for us today on a glorious afternoon at CitiField- we will just have to continue to love to hate them. Or hate to love them. Regardless, always love being there with you.
PS. Never too late for therapy. Really.
10-1, good therapy.
Our Metsies. Sigh. As awful as they are, I still get excited when are televised on Naitonal TV so I can watch. Have fun today!
10-1, Mets. Coming back?
As to Yankee fans, you and I differ slightly as to the wording of the diagnosis. You say terminal pomposity. I say outrageous sense of entitlement. I think we can both agree on the cure: EPHY (Earliest Possible Humiliation of the Yankees). Given how dreadful the Mets are this year, our only baseball hope is that the Yankees get knocked out quickly in the playoffs—preferably by a team whose cap I already own, because they knocked the Yankees out in a previous year. Speaking of baseball fans, how about Pope Leo! I agree with you about his encyclical on AI, even though you and I both use AI to do drawings for our Substack columns. For the sake of Leo, the first pope who knows what an ERA is, I hope it’s the White Sox who knock out the Yankees.
What happened to the Miracle Mets? Can Leo step in?
Your Ferragamo loafers are in the mail. (Sorry, couldn’t help myself.) a fair-weather fan who was beaned by my own pitcher while playing softball in my early teens, I only watch baseball playoffs with the gents in my family. Politics? I can’t help but stay enmeshed.
"Politics? I can’t help but stay enmeshed." That beanball must still be taking a toll.