Report from Queens
It's Fred Wilpon to the rescue, as a smug Sunnyside gloats inwardly, while remaining outwardly gracious. Turns out NYC2012 couldn't submit a complete proposal to the Olympic committee while also denying the existence of our fair borough. The westside stadium, a.k.a. the worst idea ever, gets the hammer from the state legislature, and the Mets win via forfeit, finally getting a much-needed refurbishment to the charming industrial wasteland we adoringly call Shea. Still, there is unfinished business, and I don't just mean the Olympic committee's final decision. Even with this promising news about our local team's new home, the mediocre team play of late leaves locals wondering, "Now that the Mets have saved the city, who will save our dear Mets?"
Labels: Queens
posted by Dan G @ 10:59 AM
3 Comments
3 Comments:
You know, I pictured you in a fidora with a half-chewed cigar hanging out of the corner of your mouth, yelling into an oversized microphone the entire time I was reading this entry.
Oh, and did I mention you were also wearing a tu-tu?
Hey there, Dan. I love your blog and read it everyday. Never thought I'd see the day when Queens would be considered a "fair borough". To me Queens conjurs up images of the Ramones sniffing glue in an abandoned warehouse in Astoria. But times change, and if you're there it must be happenin'. ...The only way I can think of for the Mets to improve is if Kaz Matsui commits harrie carrie (sp) the next time he strikes out with runners in scoring position, which should pretty much be the next time the Mets play.
Hey, Mr. Hollywood. Thanks for the compliments, although it's the sniffing glue that makes Queens the fair borough it is. As for Kaz... oh, Kaz... Kaz, Kaz, Kaz...
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