Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Anatomy of a Fan, Part 2: Let's Go Mets!!!!

I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, erstwhile home of the Dodgers or "dem bums," as my Uncle Murray of blessed memory would say.

But I never really knew them. By the time I began to be aware of baseball as a thing, the Dodgers had gone to Los Angeles, the Giants had decamped to San Francisco.

Nothing left but the Bronx Bombers, the New York Yankees. When I was 4 years old, I had an inexplicable crush on Roger Maris. His face was on a lot of billboards, I think.

Then in 1962, the Amazin' New York Mets came along. I don't know if they were amazing yet, but they were an outer borough team. So what if they were in Queens? They shared an island with Brooklyn!

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

This Is My Brain On Baseball

I'm working hard on a website that is more focused on baseball. But for now, I'll blog here and hope people find it and like what they read.

Last year, I followed every Royals game--either online,  with alerts, on TV or in person. I confronted the duality of my nature: Could I root for both the New York Mets, the team of my ancestral home and family heritage AND the Kansas City Royals, the team that captured my heart in 2014?

Could I stay above the fray, channeling the serenity of a Zen master and feel happy no matter who won the World Series or even a single game? After all, I was happy throughout the regular season  when the Mets would win. I was thrilled to see their numbers equal the Royals. I foolishly made a prediction--maybe on Facebook, maybe in this blog that the Royals and the Mets would meet in the World Series.  What was so foolish? I called it! I shoulda put money on it!!!

In fact, I could not stay objective. I admired some things about the Mets, but there was something about the team that felt off to me. I realized that--no, this bunch was not the storied 1969 Mets or even the 1986 Mets of legend. That Daniel Murphy's sudden streak of home runs was bound to end. That David Wright's spinal stenosis would slow him down (heck, I have spinal stenosis and it slows a ME down!). That Yoenis Cespedes was not all that great despite how I'd heard he'd revitalized the Mets's clubhouse. And that Noah Syndegaard displayed hooliganish and weak behavior--worthy of early 2015 Yordano Ventura--but nothing to love about the 2015 Mets.

Love changes everything: the way you look at baseball even. I suppose if I'd never left New York,  I'd be cursing the Royals and hoping that Opening Day provoked some bench-clearing brawls, with Matt Harvey well above the fray. 

But I fell in love with the Royals. Don't quite understand it to this day. The Mets seem like a team to feel sorry for. And feeling sorry is not the same as love.

Sorry not sorry, Mets. Play any other team and I'll root for you. Play my Royals and you're dead to me.

Tuesday, December 01, 2015

It's not quite alive! Zeitz Copywriting is undergoing maintenance

UPDATE: Actually, Zeitz Copywriting is on hold for a bit.  I got carried away. Urged by others, I put up a website and set out a shingle before I knew what I was getting into.
So I've been taking more training, practicing writing and researching and learning more about social media strategies.

Sounds so serious, doesn't it?

It is, so I've put a maintenance sign on Zeitz Copywriting and I'm expecting it to be back up in July.

In the meantime, please read my blog. I'll be updating on a more regular basis.

Monday, November 16, 2015

New New New

I'm starting my own business. I'm a freelance writer, a copywriter and editor and soon will have my website officially up!
The site is Zeitz Copywriting. There's a coming soon placeholder right now, but I'm so excited, I just had to write about it here.

Services I provide are mostly around targeting resumés and cover letters, editing material clients have already written. My aim is helping my clients present their best selves to the world.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Kansas City Symphony Challenges the New York Philharmonic

Michael Stern mentions that he has rooted for the Mets in the past, and might again in the future, as a born and bred New Yorker. But "home is where the heart is and we have heart in Kansas City!!"

Friday, October 16, 2015

The Royals are in it to win it! Chin up!

I grew up in Brooklyn, New York.

If you've been reading my blog, you already know this.

Kansas City's last World Series win was not even a blip on my radar in 1985. Married a little over a year and trying to cope with graduate school and trying to make a living were what I was concerned about.

We did not arrive in KC until mid-August 1993.
George Brett in 1990, Designated Hitter
I believe that was the year George Brett retired.  And at that point, I could not care less about the Sports page in the local paper.

Now, the Royals will take on the Toronto Blue Jays for the ALCS.   

And I'm a little scared. The difficulty we have had with them this year is that they tend to crowd the plate. And if we pitch inside, we...I say we...not me, I'm not a pitcher!!!

There was a little chin music back in early August. And a little retribution. And bench clearing. But according to Lee Judge, the umpires have to let the Royals pitch inside.

My not so humble opinion is that the Blue Jays should not kvetch. If they step right up to the plate and curve themselves over it, they're in the line of fire. And if they don't hit the pitch, well...

For your enjoyment and education, The Baseball Project's "Chin Music."

Thursday, September 03, 2015

Anatomy of a Fan, part I

The Autism Experience: All Grown Up

I know, it's been years since I've blogged about my worries about my son, but guess what!

He's in his twenties, holding down a part-time job and able to live in his own apartment.

It's been about 2 weeks since he actually moved out and in that time, we've done a lot of shopping together and I put a lot of IKEA together for him. The best thing, though is that he's a member of a group that all live close together and walk to eateries or a community center together, so he's got friends RIGHT THERE!!!

He's still on the spectrum. I still worry about him. I'm his mom, after all. But there is hope out there. I don't know if I'll get my old life back. Not sure that I even want my old life--what is my old life, anyway?

What it does for my son is make him even more independent.

And that's what it does for me too.