Today was the day when, in Met terms, I joined the numerical ranks of Tug McGraw and Pedro Martinez and latter-day John Franco when he was at his most lovable. Today, after a lifetime of being no older than 44, I wear a 45 on my back.
I seem to recall a conversation between Lou Grant [...]
We don’t use a lot of mustard around here, so I’m not surprised what we have in the fridge is, like me today, kind of old. I took the mustard out the weekend before last and noticed that the Gulden’s people had warned me that it was BEST BY SEP132007.
Funny, I thought. If the season had ended [...]
Realization #84,024 That You Are a Hopeless Met Geek:
At the beginning of “I Am Legend,” the not-at-all-bad Will Smith postapocalyptic thriller Emily and I saw last night, we’re fed exposition about how an anticancer treatment becomes a virus that turns people into Yankee fans retarded, ultraviolent zombies who live in packs. We’re brought up to [...]
I'm flipping around the dial a little after 8:30 this morning and what do I come upon? SNY is showing the Mets and Cubs, in Japan, from March 30, 2000. It was the top of the eleventh. Zeile is on first. Ordoñez is working out a walk. Mora comes up and walks as well.
I know [...]
Sesame Street came along a little too late to be of any use to me. It debuted while I was in first grade, when I already knew how to count, so my reaction to it was quit talking down to me, damn it (I also already knew how to curse). But because it was billed [...]
One sinker sinks like it was supposed to and Jimmy Qualls isn’t even a trivia answer. And the magician on the first Sesame Street finds another paper to tear to shreds.
I don’t usually look at the Pennysaver. A pile of them, chock full of come-ons for discounted liquor, same-day service on dry cleaning and excellent prices on demolition and rubbish removal, is left in our lobby once a week and I walk right by without a glance. But a few weeks ago, the back page [...]
In 1986, Keith Hernandez, 32, told William Nack of Sports Illustrated, “I most fear boredom and loneliness, life after baseball. Life after baseball equals boredom and loneliness. I don’t want to be a 50-year-old guy sitting and drinking beer in some pickup bar with younger people. I’ve seen it. I don’t want to be that.”
In 2007, [...]
We’ve been asking ourselves a lot lately, in light of everything that’s happened these last few months, why we remain fans of this team. We’ve been philosophical, we’ve been frustrated, we’ve been puzzled.
Well, enough of that. Here are the tangible totems of our Met fandom as delivered through the exercise we called March Metness. First [...]
Hopefully, even though years ending in 7 and 2 have produced zero Mets titles, it won’t result in a series of bad trips.
I wrote that on January 5, slightly smug in the notion that for once, we would see a year that ends in a 7 or 2 produce a playoff season.
I was wrong. Sorry [...]