Poetry in Motion: Mr. Met’s T-Shirt Cannon, and the Literary Mascots of Tomorrow

On Saturday afternoon I watched the gaunt and jaunty Mr. Met trot out from right field to unleash an onslaught upon the ambivalent, half-filled stands of Citi Field.  Those of us willing to watch the Mets fall to the Kansas City Royals in a 4-3 twelve inning war of attrition rose up and offered our richest enthusiasm of the day.  Not to a swift diving catch or seam-splitting dinger.  These vigorous roars of excitement went to a person (gender, race, […]

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