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 [...]