This is a blog about the Mets but today I ask you for a brief break from our favorite team. This is a personal article, written three years ago. It’s about baseball – in a way – but I hope it has an even broader appeal. I promise to write about the Mets tomorrow, when Chris Young and company salvage the final game in the series against the Reds.
Most of my childhood was spent in an empty lot across the street from my house. At one time, there were three small houses on that lot but by the time I knew it, the only traces of houses were a few odd bricks that you would come across now and then and broken parts of a sidewalk.
My first memories of the lot were the older kids digging a giant hole, which we filled up with all of the garbage. Now this turned a good play place into a great one. What fun it was jumping in the hole with all of the trash in it. Little did I know that the older kids had a vision and that vision was to turn the vacant lot into a ball field.
That giant h...