Jeff Francoeur, you may have heard, hit into an unassisted triple play the other day, one that ended a briefly promising ballgame for the Mets.
It was the second time this year I was left sitting on the couch with my jaw apparently broken, dangling uselessly below the rest of my face while I tried to [...]
In one of the legendary exchanges of 1969, Leo Durocher dismissed the challengers nipping at the heels of his frontrunning club after his team salvaged the final game of what must have been, from the standpoint of the visitors’ clubhouse at Shea Stadium, a very demoralizing series.
“Were those the real Cubs today?” a reporter asked [...]
The Mets were losing 3-2 after three innings of my listening to them. Then I had to abandon their game so I could see an old friend of mine remarry. Then, during the cocktail hour, I checked the final from Wrigley: Cubs 11 Mets 4.
You could have knocked me over with a feather. From the [...]
Flipping on SNY in the early afternoon Friday, I heard myself paraphrase Bill Terry:
“Is Chicago still in the league?”
I wasn't looking to take a shot at the Cubs the way the Giants manager was jabbing the downtrodden if eventually vengeful Dodgers in 1934. I was kind of serious. Here we were, on the last weekend [...]
The last time before Friday that I got together with my three oldest friends in the world, the Mets played an afternoon game, too. Except that one we watched and that one we won.
Welcome to Flashback Friday: I Saw The Decade End, a milestone-anniversary salute to the New York Mets of 1969, 1979, 1989 and 1999. Each week, we immerse ourselves in or at least touch upon something that transpired within the Metsian realm 40, 30, 20 or 10 years ago. Amazin’ or not, here it comes.
They checked [...]
You’re used to seeing Ross Chapman in this space looking sharp in a Faith and Fear t-shirt. Last Saturday, however, he suited up for a different kind of game, Bar Mitzvahed straight into manhood now that’s he reached the age of Edgardo Alfonzo, Neil Allen and the recently departed Billy Wagner. Ross took his first step [...]
The Faith and Fear t-shirt headed west recently with Mets author Matt Silverman and family, stopping off at Fort Abraham Lincoln in Mandan, North Dakota, where General George Custer once thought he had a pretty good lineup until a slew of unforeseen injuries did in his troops. As Art Howe might have said at Little Bighorn, [...]
Call it what you will, the facility in which the Florida Marlins play home games maintains one undeniable Yogiesque tradition.
Nobody goes there — it's not crowded.
The fun of a Marlins home game is guessing the attendance, which one could probably do with aid of an abacus. The figure in the boxscore says Thursday's was 12,423. [...]
(For posterity: Mike Pelfrey was bad. Cory Sullivan was briefly good. Mets lost in Florida. None of this matters.)
The Mets, I fear, are about to tumble into an abyss. I fear they are nearing a horrifying period, duration unknowable but probably not brief, that will damage the franchise and fray its ties with its fanbase. [...]