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From time to time, a few Cyclones managers have offered to throw the front office staff batting practice (and become staff favorites in the process) -- TJ, Fonzie, and now...Pedro.
Pedro invited us all outside today to embarrass ourselves show off our swings, while hitting coach Jack Voigt looked on (in what had to be agony and disgust).
We all had a great time. Steve and I showcased the left-side infield defense that has people calling us "The Wall" (and by '"people," I mean me and Steve). Speaking of walls (ahem, ahem), I hit a few balls off the big one in left field, but couldn't quite find the pop to put one out. Alexa jumped in the cage in jeans and a polo, smoked a few line drives, and then disappeared back inside. Miggy had a hard time shaking off his late-night salsa-dancing rust and never quite got in the groove. (Hitting, that is. Apparently, his dancing groove was working just fine.) Gary stepped to the plate to his very own theme song after earlier receiving a brand-new nickname. Nicole made her mark as the only Beach Bum willing to wake up before 1pm take a shot at the whole "baseball" thing (and she was pretty good for someone who had to be taught how to put on a glove)! Liz used her unusual combination Jeff Bagwell/Phil Plantier stance. Andrew took off his Rolex in the middle of his round (not sure it helped). Joyce ogled from the stands.
All in all, it was a good day.
Many thanks again to Pedro and Jack for giving us the chance to get out of our offices and get on the field! We truly appreciate it.
The last three games of the season are upon us, and the Cyclones are locked into a playoff berth, but still battling for the division title. We've played about .500 ball over the last two weeks, but Staten Island has rattled off 13 wins in a row. So...these last three games will be interesting. We need some wins, and we'll be doing some scoreboard watching.
Making things even MORE interesting, we've got a superstar centerfielder playing for us these days -- Carlos Beltran!
Beltran is rehabbing with us on his way back to the majors, after being sidelined since June 22nd. It's always exciting to see star big leaguers like Beltran, Wright, LoDuca, Floyd, etc. take the field wearing the Brooklyn uniform.
Beltran is in the lineup again tonight, and may be with us throughout the weekend.
With the playoffs on the horizon next week, this Labor Day weekend should be a good one at the ballpark, filled with a pennant race, star sightings, fireworks, giveaways, and more.
Kevin Jimenez is the Cyclones' Graphics Manager...and resident germaphobe. Today, he updates us on an earlier post:
Чудо... Miracolo... Wunder....奇迹 .
There are many ways to say "miracle" in many languages. “The miracle of life” is a phrase I’ve heard from time to time. Life across the Universe? I don’t think we’re alone. Its been said that the Universe has no edge - that when you reach the end, you are at the beginning again. My fiancée's godfather was one of the astronauts to fix the Hubble telescope earlier this year. He’s seen these maravillas firsthand. I envy him.
But I digress.
When I made my initial soap-related blog entry, I spoke of the continued malfeasance in our restrooms. The lengths my co-workers and I have to endure just to keep ourselves from spreading the Black Death (which still exists, by the way) to each other. Those who have read that entry have made strides to help us, your favorite front office people, in the effort to keep our lungs free and our eyes bright and clear. One fan brought me a canister of liquid soap – and I think she started a movement to sell soap bonds to raise additional refills! Nonetheless, that dispenser kept us clean for an additional two weeks (not a lot of tarp pulling during that time), but the war rages on, and we continue to fight the good fight. Maybe the Obama Administration should reinstitute the Works Progress Administration – great design work I’d love to be a part of.
Yesterday, I found that edge and saw the beginning of the Universe. Well, not exactly like that – but the discovery of something just as outstanding. Something just as spellbinding. Something... just as elegant. Jump on the Vengabus, folks – it’s time to party!
Metaphorical, existential, call it what you will – I have witnessed history. Someone -- or something -- silently and effectively installed an actual mounted soad dispenser on the wall of the bathroom! It can be refilled! It can't be stolen! Oh, happy day!
This simple device, this friend to hygiene and humanity alike, has found a new home in the front office. As with the rest of the Universe, even the most incomprehensible actions can be solved with a simple solution. Einstein loved sweatshirts – they were comfortable and made life easier. He also didn’t know his home phone number, because “Who’s there to answer it?” Well – maybe he should have, since Marilyn Monroe found him sexy and probably would have called him. I’d be happy with Joan Holloway from Mad Men (AWESOME show...“Marilyn is a Joan” - Paul Kinsey).
I digress again.
Oddly enough, our castile cad ceased and desisted after my exposé. It evoked a positive response that was twofold. Now, keeping up with the refills – that’s another story.
Yes, the Universe. Its a very big and scary place. It poses for great pictures though. Godfather Mike knows this. The Universe may have no end, but our restrooms have foaming soap dispensers. And although 99.99% of us will never visit outer space...the same percentage of bacteria will be washed away from my hands. What a Чудо... Miracolo... Wunder....奇迹. Miracle.
Our ongoing "Day in the Life" series gets you even further behind the scenes than usual with videos that give you a glimpse of what goes into creating the one-of-a-kind atmosphere at KeySpan Park.
Today, check out a Day in the Life of everyone's favorite Monarch of the Ballpark. He's the Imperial Ingestor, the Emperor of Entertainment, the Maharajah of Mealtime, the Tyrant of Tomfoolery, and the Ruler of What's in the Cooler!
Ladies and gentleman, the one and only King Henry:
The Brooklyn Cyclones are a Class-A affiliate of the New York Mets. The team plays a 76-game schedule from June through September, with home games played at Coney Island's MCU Park. Tickets are available at brooklyncyclones.com or by phone at 718-507-TIXX. For Ticket Plans or group outings, fans can call 718-37-BKLYN
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