Welcome back to work. You may have missed this wonderfully depressing article from Saturday’s Times. You should read it.
Only the happy talk makes me feel as if I’m going to lose my mind. The sense of inhabiting a lunatic asylum with like-minded lunatics, most of them sweet-tempered, is fine. I grew up here in the horrible, very bad losing days of the 1970s and the early 1980s, sitting high and high in general admission seats. By the seventh inning, Shea Stadium often acquired a nice glow.
But the magic facts drive you slightly nuts. The baritone stadium announcer gives the “official” attendance figure, which is some obvious cubed multiple of reality. Let’s say 21,000 when there are perhaps 3,400 of us, counting the ushers and grounds crew.
via Mets Ending Season That Has Questioned Fan Loyalty – NYTimes.com.
