The Oscars were handed out Sunday night, most of them to the actual recipients on the first try. Thus, per Monday morning-after tradition, the Academy pauses to remember those Mets who have, in the baseball sense, left us in the past year.
AKEEL J. MORRIS
June 17, 2015
Nuke LaLoosh was portrayed by Tim Robbins, […]
Everything about baseball goes by too fast. It needs to be slowed down, stretched out, made to last longer. Eight balls for a walk, with the intentional kind requiring sworn affidavits pertaining to original intent as well as footnoted dissertations regarding the true meaning of purpose. Seven strikes for an out. Five…no, six outs to […]
I have a new book coming out that Amazon recently decided was the No. 1 Hot New Release in its genre — and who am I to argue with hourly algorithms? Piazza: Catcher, Slugger, Icon, Star will be officially released March 14, meaning I will be on the loose talking it up shortly thereafter.
I saw something about the Mets having drills today. Pitching drills? Hitting drills? Fielding drills? Could have been fire drills. Doesn’t matter. My heart was aflutter.
The charms of Spring Training can wear thin quickly, but today, in a Metropolitan Area momentarily having sat on its thermometer and thereby warming it to 62 degrees, I am […]
A dozen years ago on this date, Faith and Fear in Flushing debuted, buoyed by the notion that there was nothing inconsequential about the Mets or being a Mets fan. No triviality was too trivial if you decided you cared about it. Certainly your choice of baseball team wasn’t trivial. It wasn’t a necessarily accepted […]
I’ll admit that I’ve grown blase about pitchers and catchers reporting. OK, more than blase — indifferent, jaded, cynical, all of the above.
Obviously this has nothing to do with a disdain for baseball basics. Rather, it’s that the happy moment is a mere moment. Yes, those are Mets pitchers and Mets catchers out there doing vague baseball […]
I will worry about the Mets bullpen the first time a starter departs and runs are scored. Then I will stress. For now, I take comfort in the sudden stockpiling of arms, whether strange or familiar (and presumably temporarily un-Familia).
Jerry Blevins is returning. This stands as the front office accomplishment of late winter pending resolution […]