Good morning folks.
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More spectacular writing from Greg Prince.
In the mind’s eye, the Mets and Astros are forever enmeshed, perhaps inside the Astrodome where each team is trying to push one lousy run across the plate as the innings pass through the teens and meander into the twenties…
Or the Astros are trotting by the Mets so relentlessly in the second game of a futile doubleheader at Shea Stadium that Cleon Jones loses interest, which isn’t a good idea when Gil Hodges is around…
Or Tom Seaver is flying out Art Howe to deep left before catching the next flight himself to Cincinnati…
Greg came up recently in conversation. Somehow my “role” in VB Day whatever it was or wasn’t came up. I said that if Greg outlives me I hope I’ll warrant a paragraph. Anyway, a good read as always and go read the whole thing.
