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Matt Harvey: The Dark Knight of Gotham Will Rise

The Dark Knight Rises (2012) People of Gotham, have you lost your Vulcan minds? Mets fans, have you been infiltrated by front-runners who switch their allegiance as casually as they transfer from the 4-train to the 7-train? Have we collectively sunk into deep despair as we watch the villains pillage our city in the absence of its protector? Indeed, we have. We've seen the movie before. It was released in 2012, the very same year Matt Harvey first took the mound in Gotham Citi Field and gave the few who still believed, hope. He put the franchise on his shoulders and was invincible. He wrestled headlines and models away from the Yankees Captain and brought back a swagger reminiscent of his Hall of Fame predecessors Tom Seaver and Mike Piazza. He walked the tightrope and he did backflips on it with the snap of his cape before disappearing into the shadows to await the next arrival of would-be assassins from DC, Philly and The Bronx. If he let up just one run, the fat lady wo

World Cup: A Fan's Note

I admit it, I only watch soccer every four years during the FIFA World Cup . While I do appreciate the sport, I don't have the bandwidth to keep up with it, but every four years, it's no trouble at all. Crowd at Heartland Brewery in Midtown. I have stood six deep at a bar near Plaza Meyor to watch Real Madrid play Bar รง a and I've taken a long lunch to watch the Rangers play the Celtics in a dark hall where the comedian Billy Connolly was in attendance. It's hard not to get swept up in the atmosphere of these rivalries. Now that the USA has emerged as a global contender, it is wonderful to see this country get on board with the rest of the world, which is to say that everything stops when the game is on. For example, I was in a crowded restaurant near Bryant Park this past week when a voice nearby said, "shouldn't you be in Connecticut?" I turned to see a friend I haven't seen in quite some time due to our busy work schedules. I do understan

Shea Stadium: Twist And Shout

As the Mets look to open their new season in a new park, I look back on the old one. Shea Stadium was home to many memories for many people including my very first game , a 4-0 loss to the Astros behind a complete game from Nolan Ryan. I went to the game with my father, my best friend and his father. Our memories of the game are hazy, but the disappointment of the loss lingers and in many ways brings us together as Mets fans. The game was played on Tuesday, Aug. 31, 1982 and I was eight-years-old. Some 26 years later I would see my last game at Shea. Fittingly, it was a 9-5 loss against the Cubs. David Wright homered for the 33rd time that season and Kerry Wood recorded his 33rd save. While I feel like I sat in every section of the park, my first game's seat was at field level behind first base and my last game's seat was a bench in the picnic area. The tearing down of the old to make way for the new is nothing unusual for baseball. This year the famous House That Ruth

Hillary Clinton Is a Bigger Man Than Terrell Owens

Somewhere Fred Exley is smiling. Eli Manning's 47-second scoring drive will come to be known simply as "The Drive" among fans of Big Blue. Mr. Jacobs nearly shattering the playclock coupled with Osi Umenyiora's dominance of Flozell Adams in the fourth quarter was a sweet sundae on Sunday complete with cherry on top. Just when Hillary thought she had softened her image, she now looks like Ray Nitschke compared to the blubbering Owens. Go forth Big Blue to the wild tundra of Green Bay and battle the immortal Favre. Know that we stand behind you and that your legacy is etched in the withering Botox jowls of Jerry Jones. Let's win one for The Gifford .

Midsummer Classic

In what can only be described as a bizarre coincidence, I, too, am off during the All-Star break. Time to ruminate. Admittedly, I am surprised with how well the New York Mets are playing. Sure we dropped three up in Boston, but that was to appease the gods, who so mercilessly ripped victory from the Red Sox in 1986. There was a team reunion before the first game. Bill Buckner was invited, but decided not to go; meanwhile, Roger Clemens took the mound in Houston for his first start of the season, 20 years after the Mets won and Orosco flipped out like a kid cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. The '86 Mets will reunite later this year at Shea. It will be good to see the old gang, some out on parole. I wonder if Keith and Darryl will have a go at one another for old times sake. I look forward to seeing Davey Johnson, who was criticized for being too technical when reporters learned he was using a computer to set his line-up, but when you consider that HoJo, Dykstra, Teufel, and Kevin Mitchel