Howie Rose will go out as the generational Mets voice he never intended to be
This is the hour that provokes the poets, 3 o’clock in the afternoon in the middle of a September Tuesday, inside a quiet stadium. There is a high sun and a cloudless sky and an emerald diamond below being tended to by men with rakes and hoses. There are 42,000 empty seats; workers are sprucing … Read more