The small world that is Faith and Fear got a bit tinier one late afternoon in early April when I was trundling down the stairs of my Long Island Rail Road station and I heard someone call out my name, which had never happened before in the town where I’ve lived for five years and maintained a profile lower than Jeff Francoeur’s on-base percentage. I was wearing a Mets jacket and carrying a Mets bag, though somehow not coming from or going to a Mets game. Go figure.
Fast-forward four depressing baseball depressing months, and I get an e-mail from Erikk Geannikis, asking me if I remember someone recognizing me at the LIRR station, because that was him. And this is him, too, guarding the authentic Home Run Apple from frontal assault on his first trip to Citi Field this past weekend (he’s no longer a full-time Long Islander, thus the lag time in visiting). He’s not only displaying the Retired Numbers but brandishing the World’s Fare Market’s sad excuse for a black & white cookie. It says METS on it, which Erikk reports is its sole redeeming quality. “The thing was nasty” is his appraisal. On the other hand, it’s always nice to see the Apple, the Shirt and a quasi-neighbor who likes both.
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