I love Tim Lincecum, I really do. I love that perfect motion of his — my description of it last year was “the equation that solves a knotty physics problem, and leaves you smiling at the elegance and beauty of the answer,” which I’m not going to improve on. I love his God-given talents, […]
Geez, Roy Halladay’s good. Or as one of my dear friends in all matters Mets put it, “Can’t believe you wanted him to pitch the no-hitter. F history, F the Phillies.”
Normally, yes, but this was something F’ing special. The Reds weren’t coming back. Games aren’t over until they’re over and all that, but it was […]
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 […]
Any way we can get Nyjer Morgan to turn his wrath on Willie Harris?
Well, we will do that, but not quite yet. (I think I just interrupted an interruption.) First, let’s go back to last night.
Bases loaded, one out in the sixth, Tigers up 6-5, David Wright at the plate, and I was sure the Mets were about to at least tie the game and likely take the […]
This is no one-night stand
It’s a real occasion
Close your eyes and you’ll be there
It’s everything they say
The end of a perfect day
Ooh, wait! I’ve got another one! I know you guys are sick of me chiming in, but I can’t help it. Now that we’ve experienced the first no-hitter in Mets history and […]
Jerry Manuel couldn’t keep pulling unlikely starting pitcher candidates out of his hat (or elsewhere) forever. Hisanori Takahashi and R.A. Dickey each washed ashore from a foreign land — Japan and obscurity, respectively — and became mainstays of the Met rotation. It was probably too much to ask Fernando Nieve to rematerialize from the warm […]
Friday night was an extraordinary pitchers’ duel. The only thing that would have made it perfect would have been a better result, both in terms of reversing the identities of the winning and losing teams and if Johan Santana had, like Yovani Gallardo, pitched all nine innings in the process.
This is not a rant about […]
Sesame Street came along a little too late to be of any use to me. It debuted while I was in first grade, when I already knew how to count, so my reaction to it was quit talking down to me, damn it (I also already knew how to curse). But because it was billed […]
One sinker sinks like it was supposed to and Jimmy Qualls isn’t even a trivia answer. And the magician on the first Sesame Street finds another paper to tear to shreds.