tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post5939455285939600622..comments2024-02-28T17:11:21.745-05:00Comments on Hands On....: A Tale of Two Game 5'sDavid Handelmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899694860294565558noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-70564852125791149872015-11-07T15:45:21.687-05:002015-11-07T15:45:21.687-05:00Very moving piece, David. My grandfather was an a...Very moving piece, David. My grandfather was an ardent Mets fan. The last part of his life he was blind, and his one great pleasure was listening to Mets games on his TV. Thanks for the memory.Kathynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-17122505355492974332015-11-05T10:36:29.525-05:002015-11-05T10:36:29.525-05:00Wonderful piece! It's a family history as muc...Wonderful piece! It's a family history as much or more than a Mets story. After all that came before in the piece, I was really moved when that pic of you and Nancy scrolled up. The tradition lives! So glad you did this. John Paul Newportnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-16050606046411233762015-11-05T10:28:10.330-05:002015-11-05T10:28:10.330-05:00What a wonderful post! You are such a writer. Your...What a wonderful post! You are such a writer. Your memory and ability to share your memories, amazing. Thanks, David.Susannah Greenberg Public Relationshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03299850037378306347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-9145059398865084482015-11-04T19:08:30.692-05:002015-11-04T19:08:30.692-05:00A wonderful blog! And the pictures make it so spe...A wonderful blog! And the pictures make it so special. You clearly had a fun and loving family.<br /><br />My father grew up in the Bronx in the 1930s and 1940 so he was a Yankee fan, and his father had season tickets by third base. My father used to wait by the exit to the stadium to ask the players to autograph baseball cards and baseball---in those days, they walked out the stadium like "regular" people". As you can imagine, he had some wonderful autographs, but when he went to college, his mother threw them out. It was heartbreaking! We went to some games growing up, but watched most games on t.v. in our den, and were certainly not as dedicated as "Judy from Scarsdale", and the jubilant young David. <br /><br />I see the Yankees when I travel sometimes (as they don't come to Oklahoma), and my husband, son and daughter saw them play the Rangers in Arlington a few year ago---they lost. Jorge and I took a trip to see them play the Royals this summer---and they lost AND even though I bought seats down by the Yankee dugout, no one came down to sign the baseball I brought with me. The next night, I saw Arod out giving autographs as I watched the game from my living room. We also seen the Yankees play in Toronto and Detroit when attending conferences, and I have to admit to buying my Yankee tickets before my plane tickets for the Toronto trip. My son Donald and I saw a game in the old Yankee Stadium (the last year before the move) when we were in New York looking at colleges---and they won with Mike Mussina pitching. <br /><br />Thanks for writing such a moving piece.stmmendozahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14608424972857133464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-71065320476376759652015-11-04T17:49:11.690-05:002015-11-04T17:49:11.690-05:00Since I’m still not old enough to be what they cal...Since I’m still not old enough to be what they call in Portland an “honored citizen,” and get half priced tickets on Trimet, there is little benefit to being 60, except maybe that I was old enough to go to baseball games at the Polo Grounds and young enough to remember them. You went expecting the Mets to lose and rarely went away disappointed (although I did see Al Jackson shut out the Phillies). 1962 was a great year for New York baseball, and for a little kid who enjoyed the history of the game it was magic. I still remember how we could lean over the dugout wall and see Casey Stengel at the end of the bench wearing his sunglasses and sometimes obviously asleep. After the games, they would let you on the field and exit through the centerfield gate. <br /><br />We also went to the first old-timers game, which recreated the infamous 1951 playoff game between the Giants and the Dodgers (infamous if you were a Brooklyn family). It was all rather hilarious, as Branca would only roll the ball to Thomson. We had field level seats, and after getting some autographs, I remember returning to my seat where my Dad was talking to an older fellow on crutches. “Jeff, I want you to meet Frankie Frisch.” Even at seven years old I knew that was cool.jeffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18163288965119447213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-76810150926367134852015-11-04T09:04:31.066-05:002015-11-04T09:04:31.066-05:00What a lovely tribute to your mom and the game. L...What a lovely tribute to your mom and the game. Love, loss and the passion of being a fan. My mom practically lived at Ebbets field--maybe they knew each other. Betsy Shermanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05342966392731898341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-70528265389906152282015-11-04T08:47:30.315-05:002015-11-04T08:47:30.315-05:00This was marvelous, David. So full of love, memor...This was marvelous, David. So full of love, memories, excitement. Profesorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15601224540957294379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286055590040900418.post-72292851329009819552015-11-04T06:52:42.410-05:002015-11-04T06:52:42.410-05:00Wonderful post, David. We had a great night and sa...Wonderful post, David. We had a great night and saw a terrific game. Roberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03727596700238584535noreply@blogger.com