This is Boy Wonder. The heir apparent....the only son., or as he likes to call himself, "The last starfighter". As you may have noticed he adores the Mets. Not unusual if you live in New York (which he does now ) very unusual if you live in Georgia.

As a little boy we all used to watch the Braves (especially when they started winning.) We lived in Savannah so would make a trip to a Braves games once a year. Going to a game and watching it on TV are completely different.

Some time in high school he became a devoted Mets fan. So much so that he painted his room orange and blue (Met colors) and enlarged and painted the logo on his wall. He even had a Mets logo border around the room.

His love for Mets has continued. He went to college in Atlanta and would go to the Braves home games whenever they played the Mets. For a long time, he and Mr. Wonderful would have a Father-Son outing going to the Braves/Mets game.

Always one "to be in the moment" he would even get Mr. Wonderful to paint his face orange and blue, wear a Mets jersey and cap and the two on them would ride the Marta (Mass Rapid Transite ) to the ball park. I once told Boy Wonder, "you should never doubt how much your dad loves you.....he would never paint his face and go out in public for me!"

Time and distance separate the two from their father-son tradition of attending a game together. Mr. Wonderful rarely watches sports any more but I know he misses the time they spent together at the ball park. I don't think he misses painting his face, but I'm sure he misses the boy that would light up like a firecracker on the 4th of July to attend a game with his two favorites.....Dad and the Mets.

The fourth of July always reminds me of hot dogs, hot dogs remind me of the ball park and the ball park reminds me of my two goofy guys in orange and blue face paint going to a Mets game with all the Atlanta fans.

Have you ever attended a professional baseball game?

Labels: Andy, baseball, Monday memories