The Canessa Commentary
By KEVIN CANESSA Jr.
PORT ST. LUCIE, Fla. —
Yes, this is a Devils/hockey blog. But I am going to tell you a baseball story today, one that, ultimately, goes back to our great sport.
Yesterday, my buddy Joel McGuirk and I travelled two miles to go to the Mets’ spring training facility here in our hometown. Joel has lived here in Port St. Lucie for seven years; I am here, now, close to a year. In our backyard is the stadium where the Mets open up their spring season Saturday afternoon — and when we travel the city this and next month, chances are we’ll bump into a Mets’ player, coach, executive or broadcaster.
Yesterday was great. I was just a few feet away from David Wright. And Jonathon Niese. And Terry Collins. I got to have a quick chat with WFAN’s Ed Coleman. I was able, also, to catch up with a pal, Chris Carlin, who does Mets’ pre- and post-games on SNY.
There were a couple hundred others there, too — there to see the Mets field balls, play catch and take batting practice.
It was, indeed, enjoyable to watch — for a few minutes. And yet among the hundreds who were there, some were cheering and yelling and screaming when someone knocked a ball out of the park. It was February — and they were into the practice the Mets were putting on.
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David Wright signs autographs for fans at the Mets' spring training camp in Port St. Lucie, Fla., on Tuesday, 20 February 2013. |
And yet, as I stood there, hopelessly pessimistic that this Mets’ season is going to be as bad as every pundit has said it will be, I once again reverted to my roots. I once again stood there, wishing David Wright was Martin Brodeur, wishing Jonathon Niese was Adam Henrique. I wished Terry Collins was Peter DeBoer. I wished Sandy Alderson was Lou Lamoriello.
Because when it comes down to it, baseball is a bore, really (especially if you root for a team that practically never wins) — and there’s no greater sport than hockey. Period.
Yes, some of the Mets players stopped for autographs, including the aforementioned Wright, and Ike Davis — and others. But it was not the same as if it were hockey players.
Even after all its issues — the lockout comes right to mind — being in the presence of Major Leaguers made me realize, even more, just how much more exciting a game hockey is.
I was a baseball fan before a hockey fan. And I’ll never drop baseball (that is, of course, unless there’s another strike, like 1994).
But sometimes, it takes a trip to the ballpark to realize — there’s no better game, there’s no better sport, there’s no better athletes than there are in hockey.
And no baseball autograph or photograph can or ever will change that.





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