“The only difference between the Mets and the Titanic is the Mets had a better organist.” – late sports columnist Jim Murray.
Do you remember Jane Jarvis?
Once a child prodigy, Jarvis’ sounds on the keyboard became the sound track of the Mets for a generation. Unlike the “noise” that goes on at Citi Field these days and went on at Shea after she left, her creativity was welcomed and appreciated by all. Like the sign man, she made a trip to Shea unique and special.
The other day SNY had an inning without announcers. Could we once have a game without being visually and musically assaulted? It would be nice for the Met to go back to when the music was subtle and witty, and at times soothing. There’s just relentless sound now before every hitter and between every inning.
Right, I’m old school, but it is overwhelming with the rap and the Spanish which more than half the crowd doesn’t understand, and the signature songs of every player.
When there is music, it should appeal to the majority, not segment the crowd. It should be soft enough so most of the time you can talk to who you came to the game with. A baseball game shouldn’t be like AM radio where there’s panic with a little dead air.
Do you know what it tells me when the time at the park is like a day at an arcade? With all the distractions on the video board and with the music and with the 900 varieties of food, it tells me ownership doesn’t want you to really pay attention to what is happening on the field.
It’s not just that way with the Mets. It’s like that with the Yankees, too. Hell, the Colorado Rockies sell 17 different varieties of hot dogs. I didn’t know there were that many. Is all that really necessary?
Just play ball.