The Old Soilmaster Stadium Try

We were supposed to go see the Cyclones.

That was the plan for me and Emily: With Joshua away at his grandparents until tomorrow night, we'd hop the Staten Island Ferry to see the Cyclones take on the Staten Island Yankees. We'd drink beer, eat hot dogs and ice cream, watch the legions of Brooklyn stomp their hated rivals, and then marvel at the beauty of New York Harbor before hopping in a celebratory cab home. Along the way, of course, we'd check in via handheld radio on the Mets, who were sure to be showing the upstart Marlins that their run at first place was not just cute but even a little admirable, but reaching its end for all that. more...