It hasn’t been the greatest offseason for following Mets’ news in our family — Joshua’s REYES jersey is gone, though I can’t bear to dismantle the diptych of Reyes and Wright above his bed — but the beat does go on. This winter, Joshua and I (often with Emily alongside) watched all of Ken Burns’s [...]
On Friday night the Mets looked like a team that had been up all night, which they were. Balls got muffed, the Angels took full advantage, and .500 retreated from view once again. It was predictable, perhaps even understandable, but dispiriting nonetheless.
On Saturday night things were different.
Emily and I were there, sitting in awesome seats [...]
Ah, the rites of the Friday afternoon before the first Friday night of the first Subway Series game of the year…
Is that tonight?
I’d forgotten all about it.
Seems they used to make a bigger deal out of it.
Whatever, I don’t care.
It’s just another game.
It’s gotten old.
This doesn’t matter more than any other series.
It isn’t what it [...]
Maybe you thought this was the night.
And why not? The baseball gods enjoy a good laugh as much as any other cosmic entities, so why wouldn’t Dillon Gee — he of the Triple-A ERA near 5.00 and the penchant for gopher balls — do what Tom Seaver and Nolan Ryan and Jerry Koosman and Jon [...]
On Saturday Emily and I were watching the game upstairs with my visiting parents, while Joshua was downstairs looking at the TV in our bedroom. (I don’t remember why this came about — he wasn’t being punished or anything. Unless you count watching the Mets as punishment, which right now I’d have trouble disputing.)
So Rod [...]