Rotten Tomatoes. Tomatometer reads 90%. The audiences registers at 81%. Bradley and Lady Gaga? Babs and Kris? No, no my flock. It’s the man who only needs to go by one name. Like Cher (new play on Broadway…we like to stay topical) Pele, Kobe, Magic….and now…Brodie! There it is, the new man in town. One trade, one press conference, one major deposit at Citi…and all anyone wants to know is…”What’s Brodie going to do next”? Not the Cash-man (Boyz from the Bronx sitting by as FA after FA says no way…but stay calm everyone), not General Mills at MSG, or Dave G. from East Rutherford or Magic Mike in Florham Park. It’s all about Brodie. What?????
Perception is reality, and the perception, and for the Mets faithful milk it for as long as it lasts, the perception is that Brodie has come in with one mindset…let’s play ball, and put on your big-boy pants! As I said at the outset, Brodie had a good gig. Agent to the stars, making cash, living the life. Which he chose to ditch to work for the second baseball banana in the Big Yapple, the team that plays in Queens but allocated funds as if the Whitestone Bridge led to Missoula rather than Mamaroneck ( Btw…if I hadn’t mentioned this before…the elimination of toll booths at the NY bridges is one of the great underplayed commuter stories of the last decade…but I digress). Brodie did not need the job. But if he was going to take it, you can be sure, at least in the short term, he had a plan, a vision…and he needed the Wilpon’s ATM. And you don’t leave that lifestyle on a maybe. Maybe won’t cover the shortfall, the grind, the constant scrutiny. And so far this fall, in the hardball haven known at NYC…it’s all about Brodie. If Clyde was doing the color at the press conference…”How about that Brodie…smilin’ and stylin’, exquisite at dishin’ and swishin’, and holds the rock till he has what he wants on the clock.”
The new face of the franchise.
Nothing rotten about those tomatoes.
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As we have been told, 41 played in the first two College World Series for Yale…that’s after he go shot down in the war and survived to lead a remarkable life. A true American icon. R.I.P.
Zion is not the best player on that team. In case the lottery teams weren’t aware.
So The ‘Cuse is playing Cornell. And the dad Boeheim is coaching on the court named after him…with one of his sons on his bench, and other on the Big Red bench. And I would have loved to have heard the byplay when Jimmy of Cornell buried a three in front of Buddy and Pops!
It’ll be interesting to see if Shamorie and the Storm can save the basketball season in New York.
One can debate forever if the Giants should have taken a QB in the draft. But damn, Saquon is something special.
Brodie Van Wagenen Featured Photo: northjersey.com