I’m wearing my classic Brooklyn Dodgers cap today. The Dodger blue offsets my bright fire-red shirt nicely. I grew up within earshot of Ebbets Field for the last few seasons the Dodgers played there. I could hear the shouts of fans from the back porch of my house. But I never got to a game at Ebbets. The first game I went to was at Yankee Stadium a few years after the Dodgers left Brooklyn. I saw some games at the Polo Grounds, but those were Mets games before Shea Stadium was ready for them. The Giants were long gone for SF by then. Anyway, like Moses, who got to see The Promised Land but was not able to enter it, I was able to hear the shouts from Ebbets Field but never walked through its gates.
This story from tomorrow’s Met Diary is by Linda Cahill.
Overjoyed at seeing a fantastic play on Broadway, I exited the crowded theater and headed for the curb.
As I stood there waiting for my husband to pick me up, I felt a gentle tug on my sleeve. I turned to see a small, older woman standing next to me and smiling.
“Are you crossing the street?” she asked. “Will you take me with you?”
“Oh, no,” I said, laughing. “You don’t want me to help you. I’m legally blind.”
She replied that she could see but was terribly afraid of falling. If I held onto her as we crossed so she could get her bus, she would watch the traffic for both of us.
I hesitated but agreed, and clinging to each other, we crossed the street successfully.
My husband drove up and was surprised to see me on the other side.
At 33D today the clue was “Fitness class often put on by a farm.” You hear about this? It’s GOAT YOGA. I thought G.O.A.T. must stand for something, like it sometimes does. But it doesn’t. This is yoga that is done amidst goats. You heard me.
“Goat yoga classes typically take place in a farm or outdoor setting, allowing participants to connect with nature while practicing yoga. The session starts with an introduction to the goats, where participants have the opportunity to meet, pet, and bond with them. This initial interaction helps create a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.
“Once the yoga practice begins, the goats freely roam around the participants, sometimes even joining them on their mats. While the goats may climb on participants or nudge them playfully, their presence is meant to bring laughter and joy rather than distract from the yoga practice. The goats’ unpredictable behavior adds an element of surprise and excitement to the session, making it a truly unique and memorable experience.”
A commenter named Gaius Maximus wrote: Now that I know that goat yoga is a thing that exists, the world seems like a slightly worse place than it did when I got up this morning.
Well, thank you, Mr. Grumpypants!
Way up there at 1D, this was a great clue: “‘No, you’re the one getting worked up!’” The answer was I’M CALM. I remember seeing Forum on Broadway with my mom. Zero Mostel was out that day, so Dick Shawn took over. Didn’t matter – we had a blast.
I couldn’t get 15A for the longest time: “Asked for the fish, say.” I knew it started with M and ended with ED. It was MEOWED. Of course.
And 33A was terrific: “Was treated unfairly, informally.” Answer: GOT THE SHAFT.
And 6D: “Gross home?” NPR (Think Terry Gross.) Ever wonder what she looks like? The face that goes with the voice?
Phil! C’mon – really. Cut it out!
That’s better.
OK — let’s close with a bang. At 43D, “Rocks” was FISTS. What? You know, from rock, scissors, paper. That’s your cue Mick!
See you tomorrow!
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