I’ve always had a connection to NYC,
Back in the day
I was a Willie Randolph guy,
Mickey Rivers, and Reggie Jackson,
There was Louisiana Lightning at Catfish,
Yes, I liked the Yankees back then.
But it didn’t stop there,
MSG and the Big East, St. Johns my team’s nemesis,
Still, New York brought it, gave us Dr. J,
Paid for part of my freshmen year of college,
Thanks, LT, had me thinking internships in dinner theaters,
And the most overlooked movie in cinematic awards history,
You could say that I was obsessed with New York,
Making my first trip there in ’85,
Hitting a Rangers game, my only time to the Mecca of Basketball,
The first time dealing with scalpers and being offered drugs
Right there on the street.
My first time riding the subway, falling asleep on the subway,
Buying vintage clothes in the Village,
Which my friends said was rough, but cool.
What’d I know, it was my first time,
And I loved it, the cavernous nature, the bustle, the smells,
I loved it all,
Except for the Mets,
Not that there weren’t players that I liked,
But I was a closet Phillies fan and sort of Yankees fan.
Never the Mets.
So let’s see,
Tom Seaver, I remember him best as a Red,
Nolan Ryan, I remember him best as an Astro
Mookie…there is a Met that I liked when he was a Met,
He was the fastest guy I had seen
When he showed us how to steal bases at ODU.
Dwight and Darryl, awesome players, tragic figures,
The crazy thing is that the Mets and Phillies had minor league teams
Very close to me,
Somehow Philly got into my soul,
And NYC remained a catch out of my league.
Now the City of Brotherly Love is all me, NYC nothing but a rival.
It’d be nice if the New York teams would up their game and get some more
Bernard King, HoJo, Harry Carson types.
BTW, Hockey doesn’t count.