No, this isn't a freakout over Gaby Hernandez plus Somebody Else for Paul LoDuca — for equal servings of brains and brouhaha about that, check out the reader comments on the always-excellent MetsBlog and MetsGeek. (Better bring your oven mitts.) My 30-second take: We have to wait until March, since you gotta see the team […]

Hope everybody is getting ready to settle down to plates of turkey, ham, turkey substitute, or whatever you and yours have on tap. (Save some of the orange-and-blue cranberry sauce for us.) On this day of heads bowed, football watched, drunken uncles ignored, mischief at the kids' table and other forms of familial togetherness, I'd […]

On to the fourth circle of Met Hell, reserved for minor Mets who committed major sins. If there's a bias toward recent Mets here, it's because minor Mets with major sins tend to get forgotten after a few years. Thank goodness.

Mickey Lolich: Rusty Staub was coming off a 105-RBI season in 1975, but M. Donald […]

Properly, we're at the third circle of Met Hell. But the more I think about it, this should really be the second. It's reserved for those whose Met tenure was damaged above all else by poor exits, which now doesn't seem quite as bad as having a perniciously lousy reputation. (Sorry. But hey — you […]

(Before we proceed into the second circle of Met Hell, a word about a special brand of offseason Hell for baseball fans: evaluating a trade without getting to see the principals play ball. My 30-second take on Mike Cameron for Xavier Nady is that it's impossible to size up offseason trades and signings one by […]

Welcome to Met Hell, which you'll find owes a certain something to depictions of the real thing. Now, here's the good news: Compared to that real thing, the Hell that holds a lot more than baseball players, Met Hell isn't really that bad a place. Oh sure, as we descend you'll find some malcontents and […]

The old baseball joke about rooting for laundry means that donning the orange and blue (in its various migrating shades, to say nothing of white and black) absolves players of their former misdeeds against us. Hit Piazza in the wrist at Fenway and get in a war of words with him? We love Pedro now. […]

“Them” referring, in this case, to the Atlanta Braves. The car we're perpetually yap-yap-yapping at as it accelerates and disappears up our street. The football we're constantly watching get snatched away as we aim our latest kick. The perennial kings of our division. The Atlanta Braves.

Much as it pains me, there are two things I've […]

Time has come to no longer be an anonymous Met blogger.

OK, as mysteries go this wasn't exactly what happened to Jimmy Hoffa or even whose fingerprints were on the Kazmir-Zambrano trade, because some people actually care about the answers to those questions. But anyway, here goes: I'm Jason Fry, alias Jason, alias half of […]