Sounds of December: Billy Squier, 'Christmas is the time to say 'I Love You'' and the best and worst of MTV

MTV giveth and MTV taketh away. That’s pretty much the Billy Squier story. And he contributed one classic Christmas song before things went south.

Squier’s 1980 album was a huge hit, with four songs getting a lot of airtime in the fledgling video channel.

He popped a Christmas song on a B-side of one of the 45s. “Christmas is the Time to Say ‘I Love You’” is a bouncy, happy singalong. There’s not a ton to it, just two verses and a repeated chorus:

“Christmas is the time to say "I love you"

Share the joys of laughter and good cheer

Christmas is the time to say "I love you"

And a feeling that will last all through the year.”

But it’s fun and light, and it was a Christmas song by a rocker.

My first Christmas mix tape was recorded off a radio special. I always had blank tapes ready to throw in the stereo and start recording when something cool came on. This first tape stayed with me for years, decorated with Christmas stickers and repaired several times. People surviving the cassette era know the struggle of gluing back together a prized tape after it was caught in a player. I still have the tape somewhere, saved for sentimental value.

What was cool about this radio special was that it introduced me to all kinds of rocking Christmas songs I didn’t know existed. Keith Richards’ “Run, Run, Rudolph,” Robert Gordon’s “Blue Christmas,” Joan Jett’s “Little Drummer Boy” – all of these were new to me.

“Christmas is the Time to say ‘I Love You’” was one of the songs discovered that day, and eventually I’d find a re-released 45 of the song for future mix tapes. “White Christmas” is on the B-side, and it’s not as good.

The song has a special place in MTV history, as Squier filmed a video with the MTV on-air talent and much of the staff that seemed like a rollicking good time.

The website Ultimate Classic Rock quotes a Yahoo! Music interview with original VJ Martha Quinn:

"If I had to go back in time and revisit one day, like if I could get into the DeLorean and go back to one moment, it probably be this. What you see in that video, it was recorded within months of our launch, and we were all so starry-eyed, such believers. We were rebels with a cause. Everyone you see in that video, they’re the technicians, the secretaries, the executives, the production assistants. We were all one big happy family, fighting for MTV. We believed so strongly in the power of rock ‘n’ roll. And you can really see it there."

So Billy was an early MTV hero. But things went bad in 1984 when it recorded an over-the-top video for the hit “Rock Me Tonite.” Take the goofiest parts of the 1980s, dial it up five or 10 notches, and you get this video of Billy oddly dancing around his apartment, eventually ripping off his shirt. It became a punchline, and pretty much destroyed his career.

But 35 years after the disastrous video, people are still playing “Christmas is the Time to Say ‘I Love You.’” It’s been covered by several artists and appears on a bunch of compilations. It's been a staple of every Christmas Favorites playlist I've made.

Hopefully Billy had the last laugh – or the last “ho, ho, ho!”

Sounds of December: 'Perfect Light' is predictably unpredictable -- and brilliant!

Chris Tomlin and David Crowder are alike in that they are great at taking a traditional song we’ve all heard and enjoyed a million times, making a couple changes here and there and make it something fresh.

Several songs from Tomlin’s 2009 release “Glory in the Highest: Christmas Songs of Worship” are mix tape mainstays. None of Crowder’s songs are on mix tapes because his Christmas CD is so incredible that it demands its own playlist.

Seriously, immediately check out “Oh, For Joy.” We’ll get there in the blog soon enough.

I augment the “Oh, For Joy” playlist with other Crowder songs I found on other Christmas compilations. And it was building that playlist this year that I stumbled across this 2015 song with Tomlin and Crowder joining forces.

I don’t know how I’ve missed it these last few years. I knew Tomlin’s “Adore” was out there but had not had time to give it a quality listen, except for his version of “Hymn of Joy.” It’s awesome, though I still prefer Red Collective’s effort just a bit more.

“Adore” was recorded live with a singing audience. It’s a mixture of originals and rearranged classics, like “Perfect Light.”

The only predictable thing about Crowder is that he is entirely unpredictable. I had no idea what to expect when I saw he was collaborating with Tomlin. He moves effortlessly from rock to bluegrass to techno to everything else.

But never, I confess, did I think he’d start the song like a beat poet, reciting verse as the music swells behind him.

“Across the desert

Wrapped in scarves

One is brighter

In a chandelier of stars

Tired and lonely

Over miles of mountains and sand

The prophets tell of a Baby

He's born to save

Like graffiti on our hearts

The world will know His name

Heaven like a highway exit sign

Points to Bethlehem”

Isn’t “One is brighter in a chandelier of stars” brilliant? Then Tomlin and the audience burst into the chorus of “We Three Kings.” You know, “Star of Wonder, star of night.” It gets us to the song’s title. Then Crowder is back, with increasing urgency and emotion.

“When they saw the Child

They dropped to their knees

The answer to a million prayers

In a Newborn heartbeat

And the words He would say

Would be written in red

And the gifts they've carried

They lay at His feet

In the eyes of Mary

A tear runs down her cheek

Jesus, the Messiah

In a lowly manger bed.”

Then Tomlin and the audience are back with the chorus, some new lyrics and someone’s drummer boy pounding away with everything he’s got. I hear a banjo in there somewhere, and that has got to be Crowder because the instrument is a staple on his albums.

They hit the chorus again and collapse into cheers. It’s wonderful.

Sounds of December: Davitt Sigerson's 'Big Country' stands apart from a kind of scary album.

I picked up the “A Christmas Record” back when I was in college because it was the only album at the time that had The Waitresses “Christmas Wrapping.”

I didn’t recognize any of the other songs, and I kind of knew some of the artists. It was worth a chance, since I really liked “Christmas Wrapping.” Plus, the cover was cool.

It turned out the artists were all from the same label. ZE Records had a pretty eclectic collection of performers. It should have been a clue that with bands like Suicide and songs like “Christmas with Satan” that this might be my cup of tea.

Working my way through the cuts I concluded that the album was kind of like a Christmas album for people who hate Christmas. It was an album for people who hate everything.

I trudged through to the last cut. It was by Davitt Sigerson. I was unfamiliar with his work. But his song, “It’s a Big Country,” was different than the others. It was happy. A bouncy tune with acoustic guitars and pianos, it was like one of those Christmas year-in-review letters, only set to music, shouting out to relatives spread out across the country.

“Got a niece down in Virginia

Hard to picture how she’s grown

It’s your uncle calling, Angel!

Can you put your mama on the phone?”

And the chorus:

“It’s a big country

Merry Christmas, everybody

Just a word from me and Ann

To say we’re fine.”

I love it. And I was imagining Davitt sitting with the other artists at the ZE Records staff meetings, sitting off by himself, very afraid.

Turns out Davitt is a journalist, record company executive and songwriter with a couple CDs out there. Get this: One of his songwriting credits is with Gene Simmons of Kiss. Davitt co-wrote “Good Girl Gone Bad” on the album “Crazy Nights.” I just learned this part today, but it helps explain why I love “It’s a Big Country.”

Naturally the song was a mix tape favorite. But the record went out of print when the world moved from vinyl to compact disk and ZE Record shuttered in 1984.

By this time, “Christmas Wrapping” was a hit and was appearing on a bunch of compilations. But I was really missing having “Big Country” as part of our holiday soundtrack.

I did find a record store that advertised it would convert out-of-print vinyl to CD. It was a little pricey. And I really only wanted it for one song. Goodness knows I was never going to play “Christmas with Satan” a second time.

Of course I went for it. I love "It's a Big Country."

And, of course, a couple years later the label was resurrected and reissued “A Christmas Record” on CD. And this year I was very excited to see it was on Spotify – where you can select just one song from the collection.

Sounds of December: Rend Collective adds two lines, and "Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee" is a great Christmas song

Sometimes all it takes to turn a beautiful song into a beautiful Christmas song is two lines of lyric and melody. Two lines.

I learned this when I found my all-time favorite hymn on a 2014 album from an Irish Christian band called Rend Collective.

Usually it’s called “Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee” after the first line. Technically it’s named “The Hymn of Joy,” written by Henry van Dyke in 1907 and set to the “Ode to Joy” melody of Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9.

I love this hymn. I confess there are moments in church, often during a hymn I don’t enjoy as much, when I flip to “Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee” and mentally head to a hymn happy place.

“Joyful, joyful, we adore thee,

God of glory, Lord of love;

hearts unfold like flowers before thee,

opening to the sun above.

Melt the clouds of sin and sadness;

drive the dark of doubt away.

Giver of immortal gladness,

fill us with the light of day!”

Isn't that a sweet pick-me-up? And the tune? Well, that Beethoven guy was really good.

So the Rend Collective took this amazing song and tweaked it just a bit. It added a chorus, with the lyrics “Rejoice, rejoice our God is here with us, Emmanuel, our God is still with us” to the tune from “O Come Emmanuel.”

It’s perfect. And now it counts as a Christmas song. Check it out:

As you can guess from the title, “Campfire Christmas, Vol. 1” the CD is an acoustic, stripped down affair with many traditional songs with a twist. It’s a fantastic collection.

There’s another song on the disc that I like just as much, “Shining Light.” It’s a cover of a hit from Ash, another Irish band. It’s probably not technically a Christmas song. But you can make a case for it if you read into the lyrics. We approach Christmas inclusively.

Here’s “Shining Light,” because it’s just too good to not share.

Sounds of December: The Killers' 'Boots' lead us to reflect, regret and recover

Reflection. Regret. Recovery.

They’re the themes of today’s entry in our musical advent calendar. “Boots” by The Killers gets me choked up every time I hear it. Every time.

The song starts with a clip from “It’s a Wonderful Life,” where George Bailey is at the end of his rope and asking for help before Clarence arrives to set him straight.

Our subject in "Boots" knows he’s made mistakes. We don’t know what he’s done. But he knows he needs to change and is comforted by thoughts of Christmases of his childhood.

“I close my eyes,
Think about the path I took.
Just when I think these times,
Have gotten the best of me.

I can see my mother in the kitchen.
My father on the floor,
Watching television.
It's a wonderful life.

Cinnamon candles burning.
Snowball fights outside.
Smile below each nose and above each chin.

Stomp my boots before I go back in.”

Then, like George Bailey, he asks for help.

“I wasted my wishes,
On Saturday nights.
Boy, what I would give,
For just one more.

I’d soften my heart, shock the world”

Then Christmas bells kick in, and singer Brandon Flowers pleads.

“Do you hear my voice?
Do you know my name?
Light my way,
Lift my head.
Light my way.”

That’s when I get choked up. I just got choked up typing it. Because we did get the lighted pathway. We’re celebrating his birth this month. He hears our voice and knows our name. His love is unconditional, his arms always open. He welcomes broken people.

It's not an uncommon theme for Christmas. From Ebeneezer Scrooge to Ed Asner's character in "The Gathering," we see broken people asking for help and getting it at Christmas. "The Gathering," by the way, is pretty much the best Christmas movie ever and I get choked up watching that, too. 

The "Boots" video is very moving. It was directed by Jared Hess, who directed “Napoleon Dynamite” and stars Brad Prowly, a New York street performed who goes by “Super Bad Brad.”

Prowly is homeless in the video, weeping as he looks at a crumpled photo of his estranged family. He appears in a church, looking for that lighted way. He sings on the street to raise money to get back home. While his children are decorating the Christmas tree, his wife opens the door, looking both hesitant and relieved before embracing him.

The Killers released a Christmas song annually as part of the (PRODUCT)RED campaign, with all proceeds going to charities fighting AIDS and supporting people inflicted with the disease. The others are good. "Boots" is by far my favorite.

It’s a beautiful song for a good cause.

Sounds of December: Martha's Trouble and stumbling on treasure

I’m always on the hunt for new songs about Christmas in New York.

I hit the iTunes search bar with "Christmas" plus "New York," "Manhattan" or any number of terms that could lead to something new.

I found this gem in a search. But giving a listen I discovered it’s about Christmas in Toronto. But that’s OK. Toronto’s a nice city, too!

I was hooked. "Christmas in the City" is one of my favorites, earning a “first five” placement in the Christmas Favorites playlist – the new version of the Christmas mix tape.

Martha’s Trouble is a husband-and-wife team of singer Jennifer and guitarist Rob Slocomb who split time between native Ontario and Alabama. 

The duo issued a six-song Christmas EP in 2002 and a slightly longer release called "This Christmas" in 2008. Both are solid.

They have sort of a Sixpence None the Richer vibe, with bouncy guitars. It’s a perfect blending of pop and country.

“We have spent many of winters in Toronto, making some of the season memories,” Jennifer told the site Bandcamp. “We love being in the city during the holidays, there is a romantic energy in the air like no other time of the year.”

The chorus will pull you in, and it will remain in bouncing around your head at least for as long as the tree has needles. Maybe longer.

“It’s Christmas in the City

And I’m with the one I love

All the storefronts look pretty

Everyone is in a rush

For that perfect gift to give -- but you’re enough”

The best part is that I stumbled across the song looking for something else. It’s like when you are searching for a perfect gift and find something even more special!

Sounds of December: Yoko Ono and 'Listen the Snow is Falling'

 

There are three kinds of Christmas songs.

There are carols celebrating the birth of Christ, such as “O Holy Night.”

There are songs celebrating the Christmas season, including “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas.”

Then there are winter songs that have nothing to do with Christmas, but you wouldn’t dare play after New Year’s Day. “Sleigh Ride” and “Winter Wonderland” are on the good end of this spectrum, and you also get stuff like “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.”

Yoko Ono’s “Listen, the Snow is Falling” is in the third category. While I can’t say I’m a fan of much of Yoko’s work, I do love this song. And I found it by playing a b-side, something I didn't usually do.

"Listen" was released on Dec. 1, 1971 as the flip side of the classic “Happy X-Mas (War is Over)” -- on green vinyl! I'm not sure what possessed me to play it. I might have just been curious what Yoko and the Plastic Ono Band sounded like. 

Yoko often makes abstract music the way some artists make abstract paintings. Sometimes the paintings connect with a viewer, sometimes you kind of shake your head and move to the next one. "Revolution 9" on the White Album is an example of abstract music. I've played it a couple times, because everyone should. Then I moved to the next song.

I didn't know what to expect. But I was pleasantly surprised. "Listen" is a great song.

I’m not aware snow makes a sound when its falling. We would have heard it for sure this weekend when we woke up to about four inches. And there’s not a ton of depth in the lyrics, though Yoko gets points for mentioning New York landmarks.

"Listen, the snow is falling o'er town

Listen, the snow is falling ev'rywhere

Between Empire State Building

And between Trafalgar Square

Listen, the snow is falling o'er town"

It’s more of a mood thing. The music is light and moves slowly, with distant bells and horns that could be a Salvation Army band and kettle a block away. That might give it more of a Christmas feel. Phil Spector produced and show much restraint. It ends with wind and sounds of someone walking through the slush.

For a long time, I was pretty sure I was the only one who liked the song. But I’ve started to see cover versions popping up. Galaxie 500’s might be the best known. It has an extended instrumental part and is about 8 minutes long.

Given the general lack of appreciation for Yoko’s music in general, it’s a surprise that her version remains the best of the bunch after 48 years.

Sounds of December: 'Christmas Must Be Tonight' and a holiday mystery

Thank goodness for Spotify.

After picking up the streaming service this year, I’ve been making lots and lots of playlists. This means I’ve needed to make playlists of Christmas music to be ready for the holiday season.

That also means I had a legitimate excuse to start listening to Christmas music starting in October. Possibly in September. Maybe one or two in August. All this transpired under the guise of doing research.

It will shock no one to hear I love listening to Christmas music. And discussing Christmas music is almost as fun.

Let’s create a musical advent calendar of sorts, spending some time each day looking more closely at a favorite Christmas song.

There are lots of Christmas songs covered by lots of artists. You’ll find no shortage of “White Christmas” versions, all in different styles.

But here’s an instance of a song being rerecorded and changed significantly by the original artist. There are three versions, and they all are wonderful.

I remember coming across the cassette of the “Scrooged” soundtrack in a cutout bin and pouncing because I love the movie, and there were songs by artists I liked.

Robbie Robertson’s “Christmas Must Be Tonight” jumped out as an early favorite. I’d never heard the song and wasn’t familiar with his work with The Band beyond the classic rock radio hits.

Here's the "Scrooged" version. It’s a slice of glorious 1980s synth pop with the Christmas story told from the perspective of the shepherds.

“How a little baby boy

Could bring the people so much joy

Son of a carpenter. Mary carried the light

This must be Christmas, must be tonight”

It’s a favorite and quickly became one of the first three songs on any of my Christmas mix tapes.

A few years later I came across a compilation CD called “Winter, Fire & Snow: Songs for the Holiday Season” and saw it had “Christmas Must Be Tonight” and was excited because I wanted to upgrade from cassette to CD.

But I popped it in and discovered an entirely different version. It was still Robbie Robertson, but a slower, quieter version. It’s different, but still really, really, good. The video photo shows the "Scrooged" cover, but the music is  the "Winter" version.

We did finally find a CD version of the “Scrooged” soundtrack, and now could include both versions on our mix tapes. The song is that good!

A few years later we were introduced to iTunes and discovered Robertson’s original version. Recorded by The Band, this one is acoustic, and Rick Danko takes the lead vocals. It was released as part of an odds and ends album called “Islands” in the 1970s.

Why did Robertson record three very different versions? It’s a Christmas mystery.

There are folks who think “Christmas Must Be Tonight” is anoverlooked classic. But I’ve noticed it’s starting to get covered a little, from artists including Hall and Oates, Train, Darlene Love, My Morning Jacket and Joan Osborne.

My favorite is still the first one I found, the 1980s synth-pop that’s on the "Scrooged" soundtrack, though I’ve never been able to find it in the movie itself – another Christmas mystery.

Every signature tells a story: President Gerald R. Ford and a Christmas miracle

An amazing discovery at the Gerald R. Ford Presidential Museum today, and a wonderful Christmas gift from Julie.

We checked out the museum gift shop after touring the “Louder Than Words” exhibit because, without fail, there is something cool in the Ford Museum store.

There are often presidential history books signed by authors who recently spoke at the museum, and I’ve obtained several them on sale over the years.

This time we saw a small sign indicating there were Christmas cards signed by President Ford – and for a very reasonable price.

Now, it’s important to remember that we’ve been without President Ford for 11 years now. While he was alive, there were often signed photos and books in the gift store, and I’ve lamented never purchasing a photo.

A museum staffer told me once that the President would visit the museum several times a year, and he’d be sure to sign a stack of 8x10s for the store.

There are still some copies of his book, but those are well out of my price range.

I held up one of the cards to the friendly clerk behind the register.

“Were these signed by an Autopen?” I asked, having worked in politics now and knowing how some things are signed with a machine -- a really cool machine -- when many signatures are needed.

“No, the President signed them by hand,” she said. “Someone working in the archives found a box of them. They kept some for the museum, but said we could sell the rest in the store.”

This was a Christmas miracle.

In the often sketchy world of autographs, a scenario like this would be cause for some concern. Will and I used to see tables at baseball card shows with stacks of photos signed by Mickey Mantle and wonder if the ink was dry. But I trust the Ford Museum.

I looked at a couple of the cards, and noted that the signatures were all slightly different, clearly not the identical markings that would come from the machine.

At Julie’s urging, we looked through several of the cards to select one that had the clearest signature, which was easy, as President Ford had nice handwriting.

Later, after discussing how to display this new treasure, we went back and purchased an unsigned version of a card, so we could frame them and display both the signature and the painting of the White House on the cover.

We stopped to buy a frame on the way home, and the cards are now proudly displayed on the mantle.

This marks the third presidential signature in the collection.

I was in attendance when President George W. Bush visited the museum for a discussion about his book “Decision Points” and signed copies for the store to sell.

And Julie was able to obtain a copy of President Jimmy Carter’s book “A Call to Action” a few years back when he visited Grand Rapids Community College as part of the school’s centennial. 

The signature is on a sticker with the college’s logo, making it extra special!

President Ford is, of course, remembered very fondly here in Grand Rapids. I never had a chance to meet him, but I did get to see him up close several times, including a community celebration for his 90^th birthday. Andrew is in a group photo with the President.

And later, I had the honor of being on the team of reporters covering the President’s funeral. I was the only reporter inside the museum for a solemn arrival ceremony before he would lie in state, the first event in a very moving local tribute for a national hero.

Every signature tells a story: Adam West and patient second-grade teachers

When I heard about the passing of Adam West today, my thoughts raced back to second grade and poor Mrs. Kellogg.

West, of course, was the Batman by which all other Batmans -- Batmen? -- are measured. 

You have to understand that at age 8, I was all about "Batman," Reruns ran everyday after school and, remember, this was before VCRs and DVRs. 

I had the toys and the Halloween costumes. My Cub Scout Pinewood Derby car was carved into the shape of the Batmobile. And every day at 5 p.m. I was glued to Channel 11 to watch the Dymanic Duo battle the Riddler, Catwoman and, on a good day, the Joker.

One day, Mrs. Kellogg announced she had an assignment for us. There was a new show called "The Electric Company" that was like "Sesame Street," but for bigger kids, like us. It was on early in the afternoon while we were still in school, but again at 5 p.m. And our assignment was to watch it every day.

I remember calmly raising my hand and stating that I would only be able to watch this show when I am home sick because 5 o'clock is the same time "Batman" is on.

It's not like I was the only one thinking it. I fully expected Mrs. Kellogg to apologize for this obvious oversight. And I would have forgiven her, too.

Instead, I clearly remember moments of stunned silence, followed by, "This show will help with reading and all kinds of things. What will 'Batman' teach you?"

"Crime fighting," I replied.

It was now painfully obvious that if some colorful arch-criminal would suddenly appear in the door of Room 12, only one of us was going to have a clue what to do, and it wasn't my teacher. She was lucky to have me there.

This was followed by a look that could only have said, "I don't get paid enough to deal with this nonsense." Truthfully, it was a look I would come to know well over the years.

I learned several things that day. Among them, that sometimes it best to remain silent and keep the truth to ourselves.

Naturally, Bat-fandom has carried on through the years, even as the parade of lesser, darker, growling actors wore the Bat-suit and drove greatly inferior Batmobiles.

I had a chance to meet Mr. West once. He was appearing at a video store around the time of the first Michael Keaton movie. 

He was very gracious and friendly with star-struck fans, and signed a copy of my Bat book. I did ask one important question:

Why was your favorite villain? 

"Catwoman!" he replied, quickly and with a smile.

Of course!

Jim Abbott talks about believing in yourself, being determined -- and a little creative

One of the best parts of my job is that I get to meet really special Michiganders -- like Jim Abbott.

The pitcher, and Flint native, was in Lansing today, joining the Lieutenant Governor and a Supreme Court Justice on the Mi Hidden Talent tour. The events are aimed at employers to help them realize that there are people with special skills who might not get considered because they might have a disability.

Abbott, of course, is the former pitcher who didn't let being born without a right hand stop him from being successful in college, in the Olympics and in the Major Leagues. 

His inspirational message was the people with disabilities can succeed if they believe in themselves, are determined to do their best -- and can be creative in finding ways to do things to get around their disability.

As an example, Abbott demonstrated how he learned to catch a ball in his glove and quickly be ready to throw it again. 

Watching him demonstrate this brought back memories of the first time I saw him do this -- on the mound at Yankee Stadium.

I had some time with Jim today, and we talked about that day in 1989. I remembered the ovation he received -- and he remembered that he got the win.

He was gracious with his time, and a very nice person -- with an amazing story. 

Here's a tale from the archives about one of my favorite baseball memories.:

Only twice have I witnessed visiting players get a standing ovation at Yankee Stadium.

And one of those times shouldn’t count. It was August 4, 1985, the day Tom Seaver won his 300th game, and we Mets fans pretty much took over the Yankees’ home that day.

But the other time was May 24, 1989, coming when a rookie pitcher was doing something as ordinary as making warm-up tosses.

Jim Abbott was already pretty famous. He was on the mound when the United States won the Olympic gold medal in 1988, was drafted in the first round by the California Angels and went straight to the Major Leagues.

What amazed a lot of people was that Abbott was born without a right hand.

The disability didn’t seem to hold him back at all. He pitched and was the quarterback at Flint Central High and played for the University of Michigan’s baseball team. There were stories about how an opposing college team tried to take advantage of him, sending the first four batters to the plate bunting. The team changed its strategy after Abbott fielded each attempt cleanly.

What amazed me was how gracefully Abbott would catch the ball and get ready to pitch.

He would wear a left-hander’s glove, catch the ball, tuck the glove under his arm, take the ball out and place the palm of his glove over the stump at the end of his right wrist. After throwing the ball he’d quickly slip his left hand back into the glove to be ready to catch the return throw.

Abbott could complete the cycle so smoothly and quickly that it looked like he wasn’t even thinking about it. It was completely natural to him.

So I was excited when the Angels rolled into town in 1989 – a month and a half into Abbott’s rookie season – and that he would pitch in the series.

I scammed seats in the lower level of the first base side so I could get a good view. There was polite applause for Abbott when the line-ups were introduced. But I was surprised by what happened when the Angels took the field in the bottom of the first.

There was quiet as he walked to the mound, at least as quiet as ballparks get. Then Abbott started taking warm-up pitches, making the complicated maneuvers with the glove.

It started with more polite applause, and it started to swell with each throw, building and building. Finally, everyone in the stadium was on their feet cheering. It was really emotional. And all he was doing was throwing warm-up pitches.

I think it was a sign of respect. This guy had a disability, and there he is standing on the mound in what is perhaps the most famous ballpark in the world. It wasn’t an Eddie Gaedel-like stunt. Abbott earned his way.

But keep in mind, this was the Bronx. As the applause died down, I remember a guy a couple rows ahead of me saying, “All right, you got your applause. Now let’s kick his ass.”

If there was any butt-kicking that day, it was done by the Angels, who beat the Yanks 11-4, making it a good day all around. Abbott got the win, pitching 5 and a third innings allowing three runs on 10 hits.

Abbott, of course, got another ovation from Yankee fans when he pitched for them several years later and threw a fantastic no-hitter, the high point of his 10-year career in the majors.

A year after I saw Abbott pitch I moved to Michigan to work for the Flint Journal, and our coed softball used to practice at Central High, where Abbott once pitched. Occasionally I’d stand on the mound, look around and think of that day in Yankee Stadium.

Spring training adventures, part three: Astros vs. Tim Tebow and the rest of the Mets at First Data Field

After seeing the Mets on the road twice, we were very excited to get up to St. Lucie and our Mets on home turf. Or, at least, the Florida version of home.

It's hard to describe how rare a treat it is to be surrounded by fellow Mets fans. Usually I get to see the team on the road. But to be surrounded by people in Mets caps and jerseys cheering for the team is to be part of a community, as opposed to being an interloper.

Plus, this time I got to be with my Dad, my sister Jenny and niece Diana.

Ballpark: The name is new this year, but First Data Field has been the Mets’ spring home since 1988. It’s also been known as Thomas J. White Stadium, Digital Domain Park and Tradition Field.

It’s more of an old-school ballpark, but I like it. There have been improvements over the years, and there have been improvements over the years to make it seem less like a poured concrete mountain among the scrub pines.

It’s a fun park with a lot of energy. Lots of photos of Mets heroes have been added over the years, along with Tiki bars and other party spots.

Stamping: In the team store, and, again, the folks knew exactly what we were doing. 

I have to say, this was a pleasant surprise at all three ballparks. I’ve been to minor and major league parks where folks have no clue what I’m talking about.

Cap Quest: We actually came to Data First Field on Tuesday, an off day, to buy tickets for the Friday game.

I was happy to see the team store was open and pretty empty, and it was nice to have all the time in the world to check out all the Mets stuff.

Naturally, I went right for the wall of caps. I wasn’t optimistic after the experience at Roger Dean. But there, on the top shelf, shining like a beacon of spring time glory, was the cap with the Mets logo and the Florida outline. There was much rejoicing!

I looked for the price tag, and it was $20 – among the lowest-priced caps in the wall. There was even more rejoicing!

When we came back to the team store on Friday to get the stamp, I noticed that there were no more of the caps of glory. I did see that there were two left on the “Cool Stuff” trailer outside the stadium. But I was pretty happy to get the cap on Tuesday.

Naturally I wore the cap to the Wednesday game in West Palm Beach, and one of the nice gentlemen working at the park commented on the cap.

The Mets play under the watchful eye of Gil Hodges.

“That’s a nice one,” he said. “I see all the caps passing by, and I’ve never seen one like that. What did that set you back, $40?”

I happily told the story of the Cap Quest and the low price.

Program: Or, in this case, programs. The Mets were selling two versions of the program, one with cool portraits of pitchers, and the other with fielders.

Some curious choices. The pitchers had four portraits – Thor, Harvey, deGrom and Matz. Guess no one wanted to speculate on who was going to win the fifth spot in the rotation. 

But we could note that the closer just led the league in saves and set a team record in the process. Would have been worthy.

But the blue cover had five players. The Captain, Cabrera, Cespedes, Neil Walker and Jose Reyes. Reyes surprised me, as he was slated to be a part-time player. 

Where’s Curtis Granderson – winner of a nice humanitarian award during the off-season?

But that’s a minor quibble. These are the best programs of the spring, even though the scorecard was a little tight and didn’t include a spot for pitching stats. 

That’s actually a thing, because my niece Diana was attending her first Mets spring training game and I was teaching her to keep score.

Ballpark food: I was looking for some wonderful, New York food. The Mets were selling authentic Italian ices, and you had a choice of a regular blue helmet cup or a pink one. I snagged a chocolate Italian ice and the pink helmet cup, neither of which are available in Michigan.

Cup: Outstanding spring training souvenir. Colorful, with the spring training schedule.

Autographs: None. This was a slight disappointment. The stadium is configured in a way that players could be accessible, and a bunch of folks were gathered in proper spots. But no players came over. We left Florida with new signatures from Terry and Travis, and I was very happy to get them.

Souvenir hunt: We visited the team store on Tuesday when we got the tickets. Once the giddiness of finding the glorious cap subsided – this took a while – we explored the rest of the store. 

Tim Tebow taking a mighty cut.

There was a lot of Tim Tebow stuff. I’m OK with that, though I didn’t buy any. I did pick up a cool “I was there – Spring Training 2017” pin for my work bulletin board and several stadium postcards.

Here’s something the Mets do that is very cool. There’s a prize wheel, with two spins for $5. Some of the prizes were pretty cool – actual caps! – and other assorted souvenir things. 

My sister, niece and I all took turns and landed a St. Lucie Mets team set, Mets earbuds, thunderstix and some other things.

Game time: We were excited to see Matt Harvey pitch, and got some decent photos while he was warming up.

Matt pitched pretty well, but he was constantly getting his heat up in the zone. When major league batters see heat consistently up in the zone, they deposit baseballs on the wrong side of the fence. Which is what Reid Brignac did in the third inning.

I’m not sure what Addison Reed’s issues were, but he gave up six more runs in the following inning, giving the Astros a lead they were not going to give up.

But we came close! Cespedes launched a bomb, and so did Lucas Duda. Mets players not likely to see Citi Field this season hit a series of doubles that brought the team within a run.

Then came the moment of drama. Tim Tebow, still looking for his first spring hit, came up with the game on the line. He worked the count, but, like the Mighty Casey, wiffed.

Tebow drew the loudest cheers during the pre-game introductions, and his successful catch of a can of corn drew quite the ovation. I’m OK with Tebow. 

The Gnome of Victory and Celebration was joined by Grrr for the big game.

It’s a no-risk, high-reward situation for the Mets and everything I’ve heard and see makes me think he’s a nice enough guy. I’m pulling for him.

Final score: Astros 7, Mets 6 – a great day at the ballpark with Dad, Aunt Jenny and Diana.