What were your first individual impressions of the boys?
– “Alright, I think I may have already answered something along these lines, but it was s-so long ago now that I can’t find it again.
I will say I was terribly nervous when I did meet any of Mr Tracy’s sons for the first time. I h-had heard all sorts about how brilliant they all were, and I honestly felt a little…unimpressive? In comparison? Mr Tracy, famous astronaut and genius had somehow come out with e-equally clever and athletic sons, and there I was, the u-ultimate geek.
Uh, Scott was the brother I met first. He had a way of introducing himself that showed he was, um, c-confident, but not arrogant. Firm handshake, but not intimidating. When I spoke to him, I felt a little less like I had to ‘prove my worth’ than when I spoke with Mr Tracy.
I met Gordon and Alan as a pair - they were still quite young at the time, very much teenagers, and I h-honestly did not understand them. At all. They greeted me with a high-five each, and then assessed my worth by having me fight them in a video game. It was absolutely the most bizarre first encounter ever…but I knew then and there that I did like them, very much.
My first impression of Virgil was, well, I was s-surprised that he was an Engineering student, as he seemed s-such an artist, and a rather brooding one at that! His work was c-certainly impressive though, in both the artistic and mechanical fields, I was, um, in a-awe, honestly. Although…I’m not sure he liked me very much when we first met, but I’d rather hope his impression of me has improved over the years.
I liked John from the moment I met him, clever and polite and I w-was astounded by the amount of languages he had under his belt at the time…or perhaps I was just a little biased toward him because nobody had spoken to me in Hindi for years!
Well, regardless of my first impressions of them, at any rate, I consider them all close and valued friends now.”
“We have snipers all around the stadium, just in case something were to happen. Like I said, do whatever it is you normally do. But approach the President, and we go for the kill shot. Are we clear?”
A secret service agent • Warning Mr. Met—the mascot of the New York Mets—not to get close to President Clinton during a 1997 baseball game in which Clinton spoke. AJ Mass, the man inside the suit at the time, wrote about this experience in a new book, because who wouldn’t?
The New York Times, taking full advantage of the extra space during the offseason, have released a great article on the history of Mr. Met, that giant-headed smiling representation of the Queens Nine. However, while the Mets refuse to release any information on the marital status of Mr. Met, stating that he “never speaks,” (fueling Illuminati-level conspiracy theories), the article does reveal that there was once a mascot before the big ole baseball head:
“Mr. Met, history will show, was actually the Mets’ second mascot. Homer the beagle was the first. Trained by Rudd Weatherwax, who put multiple Lassies through their paces, Homer rooted on the Mets in 1962, their first season. Manager Casey Stengel hated him and refused to let the beagle sit on the Mets’ bench.
Homer was supposed to celebrate a Mets home run by running the bases at the Polo Grounds. According to Roger Angell’s book “Game Time,” Homer performed well in rehearsals, but in his first real test he touched first base and second, then took a detour and raced to center field. He had to be wrangled by “three fielders, two ushers and the handler,” according to the book.
Instead of buying 3 million Josh Labandeira bobbleheads (career .000/.000/.000 line in 14 at-bats with the Expos in 2004), why not become a part owner of the New York Mets. With your minor investment, you’ll gain:
“Access to Mr. Met, the team mascot, although the degree of access is not entirely spelled out. It definitely means you, as a part-owner, can schmooze with Mr. Met at Citi Field. It’s less clear whether you could get him to come to your child’s birthday party without a fee.”
It’s like an on-call escort, but one that doesn’t skirt the realms of illegality! Even better, as partial team owner, you’ll be given a business card that reads “Owner” in Cillian Rail type.