Thanksgiving – Thank you all

Sports is a welcomed distraction from this messed up world. It brings strangers and families together to high five, argue and discuss strategy - second guessing each move and complaining profanely when a hitter cannot hit a 95 mile an hour slider or a 100 mile an hour fastball.  As a baseball fan and an obvious Met's fan (if you know me) our lives revolve around baseball 365 days a year and sometimes even 366 days. The radio in the car, the video on the screens and the updates during every occasion from a wedding to a funeral. As a child calling sports phone listening to the quick update from wherever I was...

Tuesday

Wednesday, train is plowing across the platform, people scurrying across the stairs, up through the aisles, riding rushing this hour towards a desk, a chair, a phone, a never-ending universe within a screen. Only to turn around and ride home, to an empty chair, with a table and a universe emanating from a 35 inch screen. Thursdays are kind days to the younger folk, nights of dreams and dances filled with songs and drink. Fridays are pulsating and alarm clocks ringing, across town are littered with remnants, proof of the previous evening's revolting movements.