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Greg Prince discovered the Mets when he was 6, during the magical summer of 1969. He is a Long Island-based writer, editor and communications consultant. Contact him here.

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Cautionary Tales

I've been cruising Retrosheet on party-pooper patrol.

Through 107 games in 1991, the Mets were 57-50, 5-1/2 out of first in the N.L. East.

Final record: 77-84.

Through 96 games in 1992, the Mets were 48-48, 4 out of first in the N.L. East.

Final record: 72-90.

Through 94 games in 1996, the Mets were 46-48, 4-1/2 out of the Wild Card.

Final record: 71-91.

Through 106 games in 2002, the Mets were 55-51, 4-1/2 out of the Wild Card.

Final record: 75-86.

Through 94 games in 2004, the Mets were 47-47, 3 out of first in the N.L. East.

Final record: 71-91.

In 1969, when we made the playoffs, we were 55-40 through 95 games.

In 1986, when we made the playoffs, we were 65-30 through 95 games.

In 1988, when we made the playoffs, we were 58-37 through 95 games.

In 1999, when we made the playoffs, we were 54-41 through 95 games.

In 2000, when we made the playoffs, we were 52-43 through 95 games.

Through 95 games in 2005, the Mets are 49-46, 4-1/2 out of first in the N.L. East and the Wild Card.

Just sayin'…

On the other hand, in 1973, when we made the playoffs, we were 42-53 at this point.

At heart, I'm no party-pooper.

8 comments to Cautionary Tales

  • Anonymous

    No party-pooper you. Poop on parties…I think not, sir.
    As usual, you are (as my homies advise) keeping it real. But really, no matter how much outward excitement we may be exhibiting during this fine week, deep down we are still Mets fans and do not believe happy days are truly here until they have past. Not like Cubs fans, who know awful things will befall them but in a more New York kinda “freak it, what're gonna do anyway” way. For we know, deep down, that the moment we embrace and swim in the tidepool of happiness the snapping turtles of reality will bite off our toes. And that really hurts…

  • Anonymous

    Heeheeehheee…you said poop…
    Sleazy Leerfest

  • Anonymous

    Oh no, not 1996. Don't go there. What a letdown. And 2002… dear God. And it's hard to believe we were ever 3 out of first in the second half of 2004, but if you say so.
    You know, Joel, your new nickname suits you.

  • Anonymous

    Good analysis, Greg.
    But what does any of this Mets stuff have to do with on-line Texas Hold 'em?

  • Anonymous

    Hey, how you doin'? My muse, I got a case of Busch down in the car and a pack of Kools rolled up in my sleeve; how 'bout we have a little party, eh? I like the way you look in your Mets Sunday Road in August Only Cap.

  • Anonymous

    One tidepool is enough for one lifetime.

  • Anonymous

    If you're good, maybe I'll even wear my white ice-cream-man cap. I'm sure I still have it somewhere.

  • Anonymous

    Baby, when I am not good??