Willie Randolph's postgame analysis of whatever we collectively hallucinated in Pittsburgh was harsh. (I had vague hopes of Willie turning over the buffet table, though I knew better — that tradition seems destined to end with Lou Piniella's departure from the managerial ranks.) I can only imagine, though this may be giving a confounding team […]

Game?

What game?

I saw no game.

There was no game.

You thought you saw a game?

No.

You saw no game.

There was no game.

You know what's smack in the middle between champs and chumps?

Chimps.

Last time I checked, chimps had never won a World Series. Or much of anything else.

Five in the first. Five in the ninth. A whole lotta mess in between.

The Mets prevailed in a game that had neither manager inclined to take his charges to the Tastee-Freez afterwards. Lord, what a mess. That thing took 326 pitches, six walks, six hit batsmen, 18 strikeouts and a whole lot of forbearance in […]

Hey, Jace, isn't this the March conversation? The one in which I'm all “Who the bleep are these guys calling themselves Mets? I don't think I'm going to be able to get behind them as I have every April since I was 7”? And you tell me, no, of course you will…and I generally fall […]

The schedule was for Joshua's grandfather to bring him back on the late side tonight — somewhere between 9:30 and 10:00. So this afternoon Emily and I started batting dinner ideas back and forth. About halfway through, she stopped and said, “Unless you want to watch the game….”

“Nah,” I said. “That's OK.”

As it turned out, […]