Despite the fact that IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been a Mets fan since I was nine, I waited 21 more years to attend my first Opening Day game of any sort, as an appetizer for DukeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s national title game that night. Being jaded, I never saw the need to get to an Opening Day game, but I have to admit it was pretty cool. And since Johan Santana pitched, the Mets actually won. After going through some pictures I took that day, I figured IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d share some images from Citi Field.
ATL, stand up: Sojourn to the south reveals unique sports culture
Let it be known that I love it here in New Jersey. North Jersey to me is like Mississippi to Faulkner. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a part of the fabric of my life, woven into everything I do.
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll almost certainly never leave Bergen County, but if I did, the only other places IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve considered living are Miami, Durham and Las Vegas, though in recent years I have cultivated a fascination with Los Angeles despite never having been there.
That said, after my second visit this weekend, I came away with real respect for the city of Atlanta. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not convinced it makes my short list, but much as I feel about all things Jersey, Atlanta has a manner and rich heritage all its own that give it a fascinating cultural identity, and a refreshing perspective and passion for sports.