With snowmaggeddon, or whatever you want to call the same annual big snowstorm we get, it does warm my heart that we are still talking baseball. We’re still talking baseball over two months since the World Series ended. 

Usually, I equate snow and baseball with the old Mayor’s Cup games. No, not the original. I wasn’t alive for the majority of those. There was some odd reboot in the early 90’s. Back then there was no Interleague play, so this was it for bragging rights. 

In any event, my father brought my brother and me to the game. We also went with my uncle who is a huge Yankee fan. In any event, I might’ve been the coldest I ever was at that game . . . that meaningless awesome game. I remember we my Dad buying those pale blue batting gloves from the concessions for my brother and I. I remember my Dad having to take my brother into the concourse and give him hot chocolate. I don’t remember the score of that game, but I do reminder sitting in my seat through all nine innings. I sat there through the bitter cold and the flurries. 

At the end of the day, baseball is awesome no matter the weather.  It’s nice to be talking baseball on a cold day with snow on the ground. It’s nice to be excited about Mets baseball. It’s nice to be thinking about baseball when it seems like warm summer nights at Citi Field are seemingly so far away.