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 […]