The last man to touch a baseball in a postseason game at Shea Stadium turns out to have been Adam Wainwright’s catcher, Yadier Molina. That’s really too bad, but really quite appropriate. Molina, you might recall, set the stage one half-inning earlier for everything bad that has happened to these Mets since he caught Called [...]
This is how The Log ends, with the final sixteen games in Shea Stadium history present and accounted for. My record in them was the same as the Mets': 8-8. Lifetime record in the 402 regular-season games I wound up attending: 218-184. You’ll note I wrote real small on 9/7, 9/9 and 9/10 to accommodate the [...]
I couldn’t leave. Eventually I did, but for a few moments, I just could not. I was a runner caught off second — frozen, absolutely frozen. My intention was to turn and exit the Upper Deck, the kind of task I’d accomplished with aplomb who knows how many times on how many levels of where [...]
I won't claim it's an original thought, but as the final outs ticked down today, I mused to myself: It's 2006's Game 7 in miniature.
There was Oliver Perez, a scarily unknown quantity, pitching on three days' rest and acquitting himself very ably indeed. There were the bats, not being heard from enough. There was Endy [...]
“It’s time to be a MAN.” — Johan
A long time ago I lived in a group house outside Washington, D.C., and the male housemates had a running joke. The premise was that the world’s men had formed a union, and our president was Steve Young, then the never-say-die quarterback of the San Francisco 49’ers. If [...]
Won’t you spare me over ’til another year?
O, Mets. That’s all I keep saying to myself this week. O, Mets. I won’t know what it means ’til after Sunday’s game. Maybe later.
Maybe much later.
It is not out of the question that Johan Santana’s mastery of the Marlins goes down as every bit [...]
I love the Mets because I love the Mets.
I don't love the Mets because they are such a well-run organization filled with the kind of people whose baseball acumen translates to a satisfying sense of your fate being in good hands. Only the Pirates and their sixteen consecutive losing seasons sit between the Mets and [...]
Never Shea die…even if you’re tempted.
The rain stayed away. It might have been better if it had come.
If it were May or June, this would be one of those drab, no-show games that you immediately toss down the memory hole. Being late September, it was like having cinder block after cinder block piled on top of you. Chris Volstad keeps [...]
Doc Gooden and Darryl Strawberry watch the season highlight video play out on DiamondVision, just like the rest of us, Sunday October 6, 1985.
Doc was 20, Darryl was 23, Shea was 21, I was 22.