Part 1: Friday Night Frights
Went to see the Mets play ball. Lovely evening, and great company in my pals Wayne and Amanda, the latter a visitor and, horrible to say, a Yankee fan. (She was also a model guest — I didn’t once hear the number 27, an invocation of rings or a sentence ended […]
You don’t see the writing on the wall
Moving straight ahead, you knew it all
I heard the theme from the terrible movie St. Elmo’s Fire a little while ago. I make it sound as if it was an accident, but it’s on a playlist of what I call, with characteristic understatement, The Top 500 […]
On Umbrella Day at Citi Field, R.A. Dickey shielded Mets fans everywhere from the elements.
Let the Phillies have Roy Oswalt (the big snot). No way he’s as perfect a righthanded addition to their rotation as R.A.’s been to ours. Kudos to Omar Minaya for making the under-the-radar acquisition of the century last December. Kudos to […]
Fourteen out of fifteen isn’t bad, and, considering from how far back we traveled to get as far as we did, 8-7 in 13 isn’t inexcusable.
But it still sucks to lose that way. Or lose at all. I hadn’t forgotten the feeling, no matter how unusual it had become to experience in 2010.
The Streak — the […]
To pick up on the theme of Met hesitancy turned Met happiness described so well by my partner, I was indeed running late Tuesday night. Earlier in the day, I wasn’t so much running as sitting…sitting, then standing, then pacing, then growling into a telephone at the ironically named Action Repair, a firm I’d enlisted […]
So tonight I was on the subway, and glanced up to see Citi Field outside the windows, and thought something strange: I don’t want to go.
There were a lot of reasons. For one, I had a ton of work to do — too much, it suddenly seemed, to burn an entire night at the ballpark. […]
I was no fan of Whitey Herzog’s when he was The Enemy in the middle and late 1980s. Man, did I hate those Cardinal teams, probably more than I hated the Bobby Cox Braves of the late ’90s and early 2000s, Durocher’s Cubs, Leyland’s Pirates or Charlie Manuel’s Phillies of recent vintage.
That’s a lot of […]
The Mets are so far out of first place in the National League East that I woke up Sunday realizing I never bothered to check how Atlanta did on Saturday (they won, natch). They’re behind everybody you don’t want to be behind for the Wild Card, and have a few teams closing in on them […]
The 8,702nd day of my life was October 27, 1986. You will almost definitely recognize that date as the last time the Mets won a World Series — and perhaps as Jon Niese’s birthday. Back then, in the aftermath of that blessed event of which I was cognizant, I figured the next episode of the […]
The Mets lost another dreary game on the Road Trip From Hell, walked off the field for the numbing, seemingly impossible 12th time this season. (The franchise record is 14, an unhappy distinction shared by the ’74 and ’78 clubs; the major-league record is an all-too-achievable 16, which befell the ’69 Giants and the ’75 […]