My Lady Wonder Wench just wrote this:
We are going to Spring Training again this year but it doesn’t start until March. So we have baseball movies of every sort and we watch them until . . . Every movie makes me smile, of course, but there is one baseball game which has no movie that I know of and still, when I think of it, my heart plays such a lovely tune for me. It’s the first New York Metropolitans’ (aka NY Mets) game played in New York after 9/11. We watched it, of course, on television (we don’t live close enough anymore) and every play, every ball thrown and caught and hit was so special. But the homerun that Mike Piazza hit – every homer that man hit had a special sound – THAT ball made a sound that had to have been heard around the world. It was solid and loud and strong and GOING somewhere. It was a nose-thumbing, laugh-out-loud, get outta my way, here I come, bragging-rights punch in the eye for everyone who might have thought New Yorkers especially and Americans everywhere were down and out for the count.
I have never been able to thank Mr. Piazza for the great lift of pride he gave me and everyone else who heard that homerun. So – Thank you, Mike, for hitting that homerun, even if it still makes me cry.
Special request – If any of you know how to get this to Mike Piazza, would you please let me know at dick@dicksummer.com. Thanks.
