The unwary may be drawn to enter Field 11 when the white mist rises. But the good burghers of Flatbush know better.
The open gate beckons...but no soccer players cavort on the Parade Grounds this second morning of 2011.
Many are those who enter the white mist, and never return. Some claim to have glimpsed a strange white bubble in the distance, from which issue cries and groans and the sound of blows being struck. Perhaps this mysterious entity swallows the doomed intruder when the mist descends on Field 11.
Or perhaps it is that dreaded spectre from Dutch times, more harrowing to gaze upon than the Hollow's Horseman...
...the Headless Snowman of Caton Park!
Wishing all of you a blessed 2011...see you in Prospect Park!
Is that the pallid visage of H.P. Lovecraft I see there in that fog? Unspeakable, unnameable...
Posted by: Matthew | January 14, 2011 at 03:47 PM