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Road Trip (most of) Day Three: Orange and Black are the New Orange and Blue?
Sunday was what longtime Met broadcaster Bob Murphy (who died ten years to the day before this game) would have called "a beautiful day for baseball." Plenty of sun, warm but not too, and enough of a wind to constitute a breeze.

Since I was doomed to a ride on I-95, I arranged a Ridiculous Rendezvous time with my old friend Bill, who I met near Baltimore last year, first time we'd caught up in over 40 years. Fortunately, he knew the route well from years of traveling it, and we actually made great time along the Turnpike, over the bridges to and from Staten Island, and (save one dumb missed exit) then the mostly parkways to Flushing itself.

We got there early enough to check out the Mets Hall of Fame. He wanted to see Tom Seaver's display, and it was one of the first things there:


One thing I missed last time was this smaller but historic relic: a ball from the team's only no-hitter in its history from 2012:


From there, up and in. Bill had never been to the new place, and he really seemed impressed with how it looks. I have to admit, I still get a charge out of seeing those surroundings for the first time, every time:


Everything was good except for the action on the field, and the divided loyalties of the crowd. The opponent was San Francisco, who left New York for NoCal shores almost 60 years ago, but they had quite a few orange-and-black supporters all through the yard- some in our own section. It was 9-0 by the time the Giants finished being all Brobdingnagian on our pitchers, and our one hit in the bottom of the ninth only served to double the Mets' hit total for the entire afternoon. (This, after coming close to being no-hit the day before; fortunately, the Mets' pitcher had a no-no of his own going, and the Mets won that night-before contest.)

Still, we enjoyed the sights, the tastes of outfield-corner barbecue, and did a lot of catching up on old times and new news during the game:


I had no further fixed plans for the day, and Bill had booked a Megabus back to Maryland leaving from the West Side of Manhattan, so we had plenty of time to head in on the 7 train to check out some sights and for him to meet up with (and me to meet first-ever) his oldest daughter:


She picked a meeting point just up from the 23rd Street station of the N/R local, close to a midtown building Bill wanted to shutterbug:


It took awhile to get the light right for the shots, but we eventually got them off:


From there, we walked over to the 6, and went our separate ways in Grand Central, after checking out much of its grand and, well, still-central architecture. (Stephanie also showed us the whispering gallery effect just outside the Oyster Bar; I'd never known of it, and I got to announce Manny Mota pinch-hitting for Pedro Borbon, which Bill could hear perfectly across the hall.)

In time, he got his bus, and I got back to my car and over the necessary bridges to begin my Long Night's Journey into Jersey. But that will have to wait another day....
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greenquotebook From: greenquotebook Date: August 6th, 2014 05:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Did you notice the dirty spot on the ceiling at Grand Central? It's a cool story. Check out #6..

captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: August 7th, 2014 01:50 am (UTC) (Link)
I missed that! (Also, that the constellations were from the divine perspective.) I did know about the Roosevelt Tunnel to the Warldorf, though; that's been a plot point in any number of mystery/crime novels.

Also, so much sad in the article they linked to about the remnants of the original Penn Station. I know that one so much better from all my Long Island Rail Rot rides, and knocking that down for the fucking Rangers is enough to make you... a Sabres fan?
greenquotebook From: greenquotebook Date: August 7th, 2014 06:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
The dirty brick is one of the first things I show people on my standard tour of GCT.

And the Penn Station thing... I could just cry. So much amazing architecture destroyed here in NYC. The only thing I'd love to go back in time and see more than Penn Station is the Singer Building.
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