Our pals over at Yahoo’s Big League Stew sent the 2011 Mets to detention, and sent in me and Greg to scare ’em straight. Here’s what we said.
Reaction to Sunday’s rousing win, meanwhile, is over here.
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Our pals over at Yahoo’s Big League Stew sent the 2011 Mets to detention, and sent in me and Greg to scare ’em straight. Here’s what we said. Reaction to Sunday’s rousing win, meanwhile, is over here. Sometimes it’s great when the Mets make a hash of my plans. Getting ready for today’s game, I had a promising albeit rather sorrowful blog post mapped out — it was going to deal with the Cyclones, the Sand Gnats, childhood and the inescapability of Chipper Jones. And that plan held after Chipper doubled in the […] The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. That, of course, is by Bart Giamatti, a sweet, sad salute that will be quoted […] … I was a stormtrooper for the New York Mets. For a night. Some of you may know that the Mets aren’t my only dorky obsession. I’m also a lifelong Star Wars fan, and author of more than a dozen Star Wars books. So when the Mets announced they were hosting Star Wars Night — a […] You know that Toshiba ad where they ship the laptop without the shock-resistant hard drive, and there’s a nationwide power outage and a guy drinks bad milk and turns into a zombie and bites his roommate and then there are zombies everywhere? (You’re a Mets fan, you have to know it.) I imagine Major League […] Following too many losses I’ve tried to be philosophical: Watching your team lose a baseball game isn’t so bad — in fact, it’s the second-best thing you can do with three hours. Which is sometimes true, but breaks down when it comes to doubleheaders. There are a lot of things that are more fun than watching […] By about the fifth inning or so it was clear that the only way to capture this Bataan Death March of a game was chronologically, as fear ebbed and flowed and was overtaken by exhaustion. If you have trouble fixing just when something happened or recalling what sparked some outburst from me, rest assured that […] Periodically you’ll read one of us insisting that subpar baseball is still preferable to sitting glumly around in the winter. I was thinking of that as the Marlins, having dispatched Chris Capuano, tattooed the even more hapless D.J. Carrasco, threatening to put 20 hits on the scoreboard of the hideous Soilmaster Stadium (or, if you […] I’ve always kind of hated myself for liking Sept. 1. When your team is in a pennant race, Sept. 1 feels like the car has shifted into top gear: You’re gunning for the finish line, and the only duties set to be assumed by rookies involve blowouts. If anything, you fear what may happen when your […] |
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