Hey hey Boo Boo.

As noted earlier, after recently starting a new job as an NPS Park Ranger, it's become necessary for me to apply every waking moment to planning tours, studying the park's interpretive themes and scads of procedures--and this does not allow for much Non-Blitzed Time right now.

This crunch should diminish after adapting, one hopes, but in the meantime here are my two encounters with park visitors this week that relate to baseball. Because New Yorkers are a rare commodity out here, when they do appear we find each other. For instance, yesterday I said to one woman, "Flushing?" and she knew this remark had nothing to do with the water closet. "Bayside!" she replied.

Shortly thereafter, a Mets-hat wearing gentleman told me that his family had at least one family member in attendance at every Mets game at Shea Stadium over the past ten years. When I asked him his assessment of Citi Field, he said that neither he nor anyone in his clan had been there yet. (For quite the opposite stance, see Paul's Random Stuff for a cool Citi Field tour.)

Then a gentleman who had RVed himself, his wife, and four lovely children all the way from Port St. Lucie, Florida said he stopped watching baseball in 1994 because of the strike and had never gone back. Even though he lives in the spring training home of the Mets!

Both of these statements point to a truthiness we'd rather not contemplate. :(

On a happier Metnote, look at this spectacular card we received from the kind and insanely generous Gentleman David at Tribecards (for whom we compiled a small package that should, at our current rate of speed, be mailed out no later than 2012):

It's shiiiiny!

We wonder if a modest stick of dynamite might liberate Mr. Wright from his lucite lockdown.