Weather.com says the high in Zip Code 11368 today was 74 degrees. What a waste of temperature.
I get why there’s a blank spot on the schedule between the first home game and the second home game, but nevertheless, Safety Day is a terrible way to follow up Opening Day, particularly an Opening Day as sweetly […]
Every year I swear I’m done with seeing Opening Day live — it’s generally miserable weather and I’m so wired that the wisest thing is for me to work out my neuroses sitting at the computer and on the couch. But every year I hear the siren call: The Mets are back, doing their jobs […]
That sound you hear is untold millions of mild-mannered citizens rushing into proverbial phone booths (good luck finding a phone booth) and emerging cloaked in their true identities as…
Slower than the 7 local…
More gullible than a herd of puppies…
Able to to be sated by the coming of Opening Day…
Yes, we’re putting on our blue […]
The weather-insurance off-day always makes for a cruel start to the season — being confronted with a Metless Game 2 is a little like being a starving dog who’s snoffed down half a can of Alpo only to find himself dragged away from his dish and told to wait for 30 hours. What? You’re kidding […]
The Mets enjoyed a statistically familiar Opening Day. Yet I enjoyed a very unusual one. They opened at Great American Ball Park. Yet I watched them at Citi Field. They were led by Johan Santana, Daniel Murphy and Frankie Rodriguez. Yet I was awed by Mookie Wilson, Ed Kranepool and Ed Charles…and Cow-Bell Man. Can’t […]
A quick reminder to our boys wrapped in orange and blue layers for when they begin their season in Arctic conditions today or tomorrow or whenever there isn’t a projected 29-degree wind chill with 60% chance of snow showers in Cincinnati:
Play every game. There are 162 on your slate. Play all of them. Play all […]
It’s been an odd six weeks for this Met fan — derailed by tons of work, disenchanted with Port St. Lucie’s injuries and age, and disinclined to a level I hadn’t expected to forgive those caught up in the Mets’ September disaster. Relations between me and my favorite team had become somewhat chilly, and I […]
Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales From The Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 358 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.
3/31/98 Tu Philadelphia 9-6 Jones 10 59-61 W […]
…with the smile of a man whose team is in first place.
My worries of yesterday afternoon aside, I was not, in fact, bitter on Opening Night. And it wasn’t just the happy absence of Wainwright/Beltran footage, or the way the Mets played crisp, clean baseball while the World Champions did not. Though both those things […]
Game Seven is dead. Long live Game One.
Ohmigod, it’s so good to have one of these to pore over again. Three new Mets (lifetime count: 802). Four not yet overworked relievers (to paraphrase Madeline Albright, what’s the point of having this superb bullpen that you’re always talking about if we can’t use it?). Four double […]