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...Among the songs played during this variety show at May Day Stadium were...
...wouldn't know the country's dire straits from the show Kim put on, though. During their first meeting the Great Leader invited Albright to a "gymanistics event" downtown. As she and Kim entered the 150,000-seat May Day stadium, a sellout crowd of blue-suited Korean Workers' Party members let out a sonorous, sustained roar as if at the flip of a switch. Fireworks exploded overhead, and the Great Leader waved. More than 100,000 performers acted out scenes of socialist glory with translated names like If the Party Decides, So We Do and The General and People...
...hokiest team in baseball. Their mascot is some horror-movie reject with a smiling baseball for a head, cleverly named Mr. Met. When a Met hits a home run, a sizable, but not actually big, apple bobs up from something that looks like a magician's hat. The stadium opens in centerfield to display a huge, distant U-Haul sign. Airplanes from neighboring La Guardia Airport fly overhead every other inning. Then there is a poor approximation of fireworks that I'm pretty sure is actually just two kids tossing up bottle rockets and running away. Two kids who very...
...should be a Mets fan. I identify with their culture. I appreciate how deep into the Bachman-Turner Overdrive canon the Shea Stadium deejay can dig. I have bitten my palm, Squiggy-style, over the throngs of big-haired women who have the Mets logo airbrushed on their nails. And I get pumped up when Hawaiian-born Benny Agbayani comes to bat and the scoreboard flashes, without any offense intended, HAWAIIAN PUNCH...
...reason I can't get myself to switch allegiances, as I so successfully did with newsweeklies the day I got this job, is simply because the Yankees win. You can either join the phony, rich, successful people, or you can sit at a second-rate stadium listening to You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet and being bitter. This is America, where rich people's sons get to run for President or put together expensive baseball teams, and sometimes, if they're lucky, both. And even if it's just from the bleachers, I want to feel like a part...