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 [...]
If we’ve been waiting all winter yet have to wait a little longer, then Opening Day must be rushing close on the heels of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.
Life, despite what Thomas Boswell says, does not begin on Opening Day. But it does peak then.
Is there any day better than Opening Day? [...]
As I get older, one of the things I’ve tried to take to heart is that the baseball gods are fickle deities, and as their playthings we have selective memories.
If an ump blows a call against us or our luck turns inexplicably rotten and costs us a game, it’s a tragedy never to be forgotten, [...]
Life never begins on Opening Day for Royce Clayton. It just keeps repeating itself in ways he must not care for.
The play of the game in the Mets’ first game, the Mets’ first win of 2006, unfolded with Mets up by one: Ryan Zimmerman’s eighth-inning double down the left field line, Alfonso Soriano on first [...]