An Englishman in New York
The Mets have an off-day and, more importantly, I have an off-day.
I’ve been kinda neglectful of my blog the last month, but here’s a quick run-down of what’s been going on.
4 weeks ago I finished my job at the Harrogate Advertiser where I had spent the last three years as a senior reporter. I had the cover story for my last ever edition which was quite nice too and I got some fantastic gifts from everybody there.
For the Mets fans out there, definitely check this out if you haven’t already. Later on in the season, I’ll write an actual review of this DVD, so keep your eyes peeled.
I had a going away party at work and a week later I came back for my stag party.
We went go-karting (I was rubbish)
and later when we went out on a bar crawl, they made me wear a very nice dress.
Two weeks ago I had a few leaving drinks with my family at the village near near my home
and then I finally moved permanently to New York to be with my fiance Lisa.
We are living in a quaint little neighborhood in Queens
and as well as being a tourist and taking photos of everything, we watched the 4th of July fireworks from the roof of our apartment.
Plans are also afoot to go and see both the Mets and the Yankees, but I did go along to fireworks night at the Single-A Brooklyn Cyclones on Friday for their game against the Tri-City Valley Cats.
Keyspan Park is a gorgeous and intimate little ballpark in Coney Island next to the beach, backing on to the Atlantic Ocean.
Both teams played really well, but the Cyclones pulled out a rally in the bottom of the 9th inning, winning the game 3-2 on a bases-loaded walk-off single off the wall in left field.
No matter what the level, or what the team, this just proved that the magic of baseball can be seen anywhere, anytime. You don’t need to pay $150 for good seats to a great game.
Here are the pick of the pics I took down there…
The wedding is now less then 7 weeks away, so if I go MIA now and then, fear not, I am still here, but probably just very busy. And if you know of any writing gigs in NYC, you know where to find me.
Until then, keep working hard – I need your taxes