Most of my friends know that I am not a football (soccer) fan. It is not a sport I played, in part because of when I grew up, and in part because I am not built for the game. I don’t understand the rules. I watched Bend It Like Beckham multiple times and still don’t understand the offside rule. Perhaps that’s because none of the players dress like posh French mustard.
But today, as I returned home from Queens, I heard that Iceland had played Argentina to a draw. And I know enough to recognize that Argentina is a big name in football. I also know that this is Iceland’s first World Cup and they are a small nation. It seems to me a big deal.
As I walked the 1 Train platform at Penn Station, I saw a father and son wearing Iceland t-shirts. The father had a smile wider than the New York Harbor. As I passed them, I made eye contact with the father and said, “Good game!” His smile increased in size, pride filled his eyes, and he said, “Thank you.”
See you along the Trail.
The return tour to New York has continued although posts have not been made. Efforts will be made to address that.
Last night, the tour made its way to Yankees Stadium. The first time I saw the Yankees play was against the Pittsburgh Pirates on 13 October 1960. The Pirates, my Pirates, won. I have remained a Pirates fan every since through triumphs, and a whole bunch of losing and frustration.
But my friend Don had tickets from his work and so, with Don and our friends John and Jim, I went to the game.
The Yankees put on a show of power. CC Sabathia pitched well. And a fun time was had!
The sports theme of the tour continued. John Gingrich, Don Jang and I went to the Barclays Center for the Legends Classic. Men’s basketball. Penn State, Oklahoma State, Pittsburgh, Texas A&M played.
It was my first time to Barclays. An impressive facility.
2 September 2017
USTA Billie Jean King National Tennis Center
New York, New York
The Until We Meet Again Tour played the US Open from Friday evening through Monday night, an exhausting and invigorating schedule. A number of friends and family members sat in during the appearance. The heart of the group was Sean and Eric. Great tennis was viewed. Good times were shared. The renovations at the Billie Jean King National Tennis Center were impressive. The new Grandstand became a favorite. It was good to see some matches in Louis Armstrong Stadium. Much food was consumed. The hamburgers came highly recommended and lived up to their billing.
An effort to take the Until We Meet Again Tour to Governors Island in honor of the centennial of the National Parks failed because of timing. A trip to the Brooklyn Museum ensued. An exhibit of approximately 230 photographs related to sports, Who Shot Sports: A Photographic History, 1843 to the Present, proved inspiring and enjoyable.
We were in Richmond for Eric’s graduation from Union Presbyterian Theological Seminary. It seemed a moment to view the statue to Arthur Ashe – athlete, author, educator, witness, activist, justice-seeker, and hero of mine for how he played and how he lived and how he faced death.
“The best way to judge a life is to ask yourself, “Did I make the best use of the time I had?”
– Arthur Ashe
4 June 2016