In the early 1980s the Mets were bad, baseball lost an entire summer to a labor war, and I was becoming a teenager, a transformation I navigated with the grace and self-confidence that have launched a thousand family sitcoms. Put those three things together and something not particularly surprising happened: I drifted away from the […]
Maybe there’s another world in which tonight’s game went down in history as the Juan Lagares game — the contest in which our young centerfielder hit a game-tying home run off Addison Reed, which led to the Mets winning the game in extras, Lagares securing a job with the Mets he’d never surrender, multiple World […]
I’m happy on a Monday from attending two Mets-Marlins games Saturday and Sunday, I’m pretty sure, because the act of Mets baseball — seeking it out, absorbing it fully and wrapping up the leftovers to go — still fulfills me. The lousy record, the murky future, the uninspiring ownership and the dozens of obvious letdowns […]
The latest batch of old photos auctioned off by Topps on eBay includes this gem — a shot of World Series hero Tommie Agee taken at Shea in 1970, if Topps’s records are to be believed.
The Topps Vault, as it’s called, has yielded lots of gems — I bought a photo of Hank McGraw, Tug’s […]
Wednesday night, the Fourth of July, you’ll want to pause your annual viewing of 1776 to be reminded of another year that made our country great: 1964, as SNY debuts Mets Yearbook: 1964 at 6:30. As every Mets fan was taught in school, our ballpark was founded in 1964, sewn together from patches of orange and blue […]
Among the many Mets bloggers carrying on for the one who couldn’t make it to Hofstra were Steve Keane, John Coppinger, Taryn Cooper and yours truly. (Photo courtesy of Jason Bornstein.)
I either have to thank you or blame you for directing me to file my overdue report on the Hofstra Mets 50th Anniversary […]
“This is the train to Woodside and Penn Station,” the Long Island Rail Road conductor informed us as the westbound 11:04 pulled out of Jamaica on Opening Day. “Change at Woodside for Shea.”
Best advice I’d heard since my iPod’s 1986 playlist was telling me twenty minutes earlier to get Metsmerized, get Metsmerized.
Hello dark plaque, […]
The baseball game I watched last night in which Derek Holland thoroughly shut down the St. Louis Cardinals’ offense bore little resemblance to the baseball game I watched 24 hours earlier in which Albert Pujols filleted the Texas Rangers’ pitching staff. Holland stood head and shoulders above his competition the same as Pujols did, yet […]
If I hadn’t recognized the onslaught of orange by sight, my posterior would have know that texture of plastic anywhere. It was a 100% genuine Shea Stadium seat, one of four aligned against the front window of the Pine Restaurant at the Holiday Inn LaGuardia on 114th Street. Positioned as it was, it meant that […]
For the longest time, I adored our cats Hozzie and Avery, yet had a hard time thinking of them as “our cats”. “Our cats” meant Bernie and Casey, the cats Stephanie and I had before Hozzie and Avery. As cats will do (though nobody warns you when you plunge headfirst into petdom), Bernie and Casey […]