...please know it's all in good fun.
In New Orleans, a place that I was just in a mere 10 weeks ago, life is not fun.
So in case some of you aren't aware, I have some links in the sidebar to ways that you could help.
Of course, there's the Red Cross.
Also, Kyle Turley, who played a few years for the New Orleans Saints, has set up a fund through his foundation.
And because I am an animal person, I also want to let you know that you can help the animals that are also being rescued in the Gulf Coast.
Thanks, all.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
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Thanks for the PSA. I realized earlier tonight that my sudden frustration with Willie Randolph was really a metaphor for my frustration with the local, state, and federal government's handling of the rescue effort in New Orleans. Bad managing -- and seemingly obvious stuff.
Hindsight is 20/20, but aren't our leaders in tune with people's needs? Oh well, I can't do anything, blah, blah, blah, criticize, speculate.
At the end of the day, I don't pretend to know whether Randolph's faults truly outweigh his virtues, and I don't consider it my place to tell mayors, governors, and presidents how to do their jobs. I am woefully unqualified for either endeavor.
But any rescue effort is infinitely better than no rescue effort, so there is really no question as to what is the right thing for me to do right now.
I can't do a damn thing to rescue the Mets; only interact with other supporters in an effort to preserve our morale. And that's doing a lot, because what the Mets are -- the only conception of the Mets that can hold even the faintest of candles of importance to the aftermath of Katrina -- far surpasses Wilpon, Minaya, Randolph, and every player on the 40-man roster and beyond. What matters is this idea called Mets, that is orange and blue and colors each of our lives a little more beautiful. That idea is not in peril. That idea will survive even if the Mets lose every one of their remaining games this season. Mets will be okay.
For the people of New Orleans toeing the line between life and death, however, everything that gives life beauty is in jeopardy. Death has that effect.
Now, no one in power is listening to my suggestions -- as I said, I am unqualified to suggest, anyway -- but they will listen to my money. It is virtually impossible that a donation will hurt the rescue effort, negligibly possible that it will have no effect, and extremely, extremely likely that it will help.
So I've played the averages, and made a donation. You provided the impetus, Metsradamus; thank you for synthesizing my twin channels of frustration into something of use. Your awareness post -- redundant though it may be, as we all already know websites of places to give -- has made at least one Mets fan shut the hell up about what other people should do for just a damn moment and open his wallet.
As you can see, though, it really did only shut him up for a damn moment. :)
e-love, Mrs. Metstradamus was along for the trip. She even got some beads but I'm not telling you how she got them.
OK, she bought them at Walgreens.
HA!
Kyle, I look forward to much more criticism, speculation, and tons more rants between all of us.
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