Old School, New School

They both love sports. And that's about all they agree on…

Archive for 2010

10-9

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I got home at 12:50 AM after my first game — and the Jets first game — at the New Meadowlands Stadium, and was greeted by five separate notes left on the kitchen counter: – Good season for Jenkins! – Shonn Greene is awful! – Kyle Wilson is even worse! – But . . .  Read More

Come On, Ravens

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Here we are, one day into the NFL season, and sure enough, the Dolphins are ahead of the Jets in the AFC East standings. Naysayers will point to the fact that the Jets haven’t even played a game yet, but that’s just a small detail to me. As my dad has referred to in several  Read More

Next Stop, Revis Island

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It’s 6:15 on a Monday morning — Labor Day, in fact — and I’m helping Robby get out the door for his scrimmage. High school football coaches particularly like to do two things: (1) Yell very loudly at their players, and (2) “get them prepared.” One form of “getting them prepared” is having them at  Read More

Change I Wish We Could Believe In

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All right — college football is finally here. As I’m sure you could guess, I’ve been waiting a long time for this weekend. There’s nothing better than watching college football — except, of course, watching NFL football. And that’s just five days away. As the college football season kicks off, I need to take a  Read More

Attention Deficit Disorder at the Stadium

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So it seems Greg, my middle son, has already scored a ticket for the Jets-Ravens opener at the New Meadowlands Stadium. He says he’s trying to come up with one for me, too. I hope he comes through. Man, I can already smell those bratwursts grilling . . . see the Namath and Klecko and  Read More

Another Reason To Hate Baseball

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I’m gonna switch things up a bit. Although my dad has experienced life for five more decades than I have, thus making him the “old school” part of this blog, I actually have an old-school stance on an issue in baseball. As I miserably sit here and watch the Mets (believe me, there’s nothing else  Read More

It Ain’t Over ‘Til It’s Over

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On a chilly Tuesday night in late March of 1998, a dad took his three sons, aged 16, 14, and 4, to opening day at Shea Stadium. They watched as their Mets battled the visiting Phils through nine scoreless innings . . . then 10 . . . then 11 . . . then 12.  Read More

It’s Time To Give It Up

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I apologize to any NFL-crazed, sick-of-baseball fans who are reading this, but I need to take the focus of this blog back to “America’s Pastime” (hopefully for the last time). I, like my two brothers, dog, and every other Mets fan I know, have given up on this season, and for good reason. The pitching  Read More