First check out Uni Watch from where I found this link.
Then go to the link to view Casey Stengel holding up the Mets uniform in January 1962 – except note the underline (or “swoosh” as Osh41 calls it). Who knew? Maybe if we had known we wouldn’t have hated on the swoosh jerseys so much in the 1990s.
Here’s the modernish version.
Question for the (other) black haters – would you trade underlines (and use the Casey rationalization) for no black? I would. Given how awful the team looks these days, this doesn’t look so bad now. At least it’s blue.
Nice win by the Jets today….got all the luck they needed, and then went out and beat the Colts. They control their own fate in Week 17 and that’s all you can ask.
Now personally, I hate the Jets (since they left Shea for a far-away land called New Jersey) and I will relish their crushing Same Old Jets loss next week, but none of this is is why I am writing.
I am writing to warn you to get out of the way of the oncoming bandwagon of Jets fans. You are about to see more Jets attire than you’ve seen in years, and every borderline fan will come out of the woodwork.
Well done Jets, but I know you’ll blow it next week. Get your green attire out frontrunners.
I figure lots of folks today are going to discover this song Bruce write about Giants Stadium….here’s Bruce Springsteen’s Wrecking Ball.
I was raised out of steel here in the swamps of Jersey, some misty years ago Through the mud and the beer, and the blood and the cheers, I’ve seen champions come and go So if you got the guts mister, yeah if you’ve got the balls If you think it’s your time, then step to the line, and bring on your wrecking ball
Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Come on and take your best shot, let me see what you’ve got Bring on your wrecking ball
Now my home was here in the Meadowlands, where mosquitoes grow big as airplanes Here where the blood is spilled, the arena’s filled, and Giants play the game So raise up your glasses and let me hear your voices call Come on! Because tonight all the dead are here, so bring on your wrecking ball
Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Take your best shot, let me see what you’ve got Bring on your wrecking ball
One, two, one two three four!
[trumpet solo]
Yeah we know that come tomorrow, none of this will be here So hold tight on your anger Hold tight on your anger Hold tight to your anger, and don’t fall to your fear
Now when all this steel and these stories, they drift away to rust And all our youth and beauty, it’s been given to the dust And your game has been decided, and you’re burning the clock down And all our little victories and glories, have turned into parking lots When your best hopes and desires, are scattered through the wind And hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go And hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go Yeah just to come again
Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Come on and take your best shot, let me see what you’ve got Bring on your wrecking ball
Theresa only answered four of the five questions…perhaps she’s an optimist?
When did you become a fan? 1971
Favorite memory? Not ’86, actually. It was ’85, on the last day of the season, when the players threw their caps into the stands. 85 was incredible fun– and interesting in retrospect because they did not win the division, but it was still a love fest. Not like now.
No least favorite memory
If you could change one off-field thing? Minaya. Or get him a brain transplant. If you suddenly owned the team, what’s the first thing you’d change? Minaya.
Here’s the modernish version. 
