I had no interest in baseball during my misspent youth. My late wife had some interest in it, her interest was contagious, and we had become casual fans of the NY Mets by the time they won their 2nd World Series in 1986. With stamina unthinkable today, we saw the sights in Washington DC by day and watched much of the 1986 World Series by night, on the big TV in our motel room. There were no games on the nights of travel days, but we managed.
While fans of the NY Yankees got to see many more wins over the years, Mets fans got to see more strategy because there is no designated hitter in the National League. A great baseball team has an unusual combination of strategic leadership, individual initiative, and teamwork. It is like a great army, but nobody gets killed. Moreover, a not-great team can try again next year.
Tho definitely not a great team in most years, the Mets did and do have great colors: a strong orange and a strong blue, a tad darker than the sky in my photo but unequivocally blue. (Tho I have nothing against navies, I dislike the nearly black “navy blue” seen on many uniforms.) Many fond memories of 1986 are refreshed by seeing orange and blue on a great postseason team in 2015, in addition to seeing them on foliage walks.
October is blessed with a riot of reds and yellows (and some persistent bright greens), as well as the glorious oranges of many of the sugar maples (Acer saccharum), some of the red maples (Acer rubrum), and NY Mets uniforms (but only in a few special years). One color I seldom see in October is pink. This year I see that also.
My “Christmas” cactus
blooms whenever it pleases.
Pink for Halloween!