While watching Mets games on television this year, I’ve noticed the cameras focus occasionally on a guy who holds up signs that comment on the team or a play. This guy is obviously a long-time Mets fan, because he must harken back to the days of the Sign Man, who attended games through the Joan Payson era.
Recently, the New York Times ran a story about the Sign Man, along with some explanation of how his eighteen-year tenure in the stands came to an end after the 1981 season. Though Sign Man apparently returned in 2002 (I think I remember seeing it during the game, but I could be mistaken), there’s been little about him otherwise. The article ends too abruptly, but I can’t help but wonder if there might be a way for the Mets to get the old Sign Man to meet the new one. And if this team can get back to the World Series, it would be wonderful to see that melding of old and new generations as Mets fans hope to see their team crowned the World Champs once again.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Chapter 46.25: The Word
I looked up "perseveration" on Dictionary.com. I was amused that the definition was repeated several times.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Chapter 46.2: Thank God
On the PATH train this morning, I noticed something refreshing that I think bodes well for the reading public. I did not see a single copy of The DaVinci Code. I think we’ve gotten through the worst of the hype, and not a moment too soon. The DVD will surely annoy us all by Christmas (and, seriously, what more appropriate Christmas present could there be?), but the summer should be relatively free of Grail Lore and Magdalene Mysteries.
Perhaps this sounds strange coming from a Sinclair, since, after all, we are the true descendents of Christ, but I’m just sick of it all. Yes, I read the book -– two or three years ago -– which I found intriguing but ultimately disappointing. A book with art at its heart was paint-by-numbers artless. I don’t know what the French word for “sugar candy” is, but it would describe it well. The story ran through me like grass goes through a goose. And I saw the movie. It adhered pretty closely to the book.
But I said intriguing, and I mean it. For me, the idea of a married Jesus doesn’t seem too outlandish. Since my early days in Catholic school, I’ve been taught that God loved us so much that He sent His son to earth to be one of us, i.e. human. When in Rome …
To me, the thing that people clung to in the book was the idea that Jesus was more human that our religion teachers, priests and ministers, and our friends who are Jewish have ever let on. He loved women enough to trust them to run things and be an important part of his life. Ultimately, I think that if we look closely enough we’d start to understand that the Holy Grail isn’t necessarily the bloodline passed through one woman, but the bloodline of humanity, of which women are an important, integral part.
Perhaps this sounds strange coming from a Sinclair, since, after all, we are the true descendents of Christ, but I’m just sick of it all. Yes, I read the book -– two or three years ago -– which I found intriguing but ultimately disappointing. A book with art at its heart was paint-by-numbers artless. I don’t know what the French word for “sugar candy” is, but it would describe it well. The story ran through me like grass goes through a goose. And I saw the movie. It adhered pretty closely to the book.
But I said intriguing, and I mean it. For me, the idea of a married Jesus doesn’t seem too outlandish. Since my early days in Catholic school, I’ve been taught that God loved us so much that He sent His son to earth to be one of us, i.e. human. When in Rome …
To me, the thing that people clung to in the book was the idea that Jesus was more human that our religion teachers, priests and ministers, and our friends who are Jewish have ever let on. He loved women enough to trust them to run things and be an important part of his life. Ultimately, I think that if we look closely enough we’d start to understand that the Holy Grail isn’t necessarily the bloodline passed through one woman, but the bloodline of humanity, of which women are an important, integral part.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Chapter 46: Softball Season's Closing Days
This has been a different softball season for me. I think my arm is showing its age. For the first time, my shoulder hurts after I play. I warm up properly, though I probably don't cool down the right way. I've never applied ice to my shoulder, but those days may be changing. During the games, my arm feels fine, and I can throw with accuracy whenever I have a play to make. The arm even has some of its old zip still in evidence.
Now that my squad softball season is essentially complete, and the office team has only a few games left, my arm won't be stressed as much. I probably need more throwing rather than less. It sucks getting old.
Now that my squad softball season is essentially complete, and the office team has only a few games left, my arm won't be stressed as much. I probably need more throwing rather than less. It sucks getting old.
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