Well, you know you're beloved when the fans stay to cheer you in an 11-3 game when the only question left to be settled is whether or not third place is yours alone. (Florida rallied and we have to share.) The tributes were nice — the ones involving hands together in the stands, I mean, […]

I'm listening to the Yankees-Red Sox game and you can hear the roar after every pitch, and it hurts a little — though only a little — knowing our game tonight will be acoustically attended by the muttering of a sparse crowd and the lonely cries of Aramark dealers.

Last night I was pawing through my […]

So they told us a little about our new network, and, well, it's weird. At least according to the New York Times. SportsNet New York, the kind of name you need a room full of marketing drones, lawyers and miscellaneous suits to come up with, provided you prime the pump with tens of thousands of […]

So Braden Looper finally fessed up about what a lot of people connected to our team suspected: He's been battling a shoulder injury. He'll have surgery. But here's the catch: He's been battling it since last September.

Wha?

Gory details here: Looper thought the pain would go away on its own (or maybe he didn't want to […]

So that's that. A win, but no miracle.

The game? Well, the moment the Astros won it felt like it'd been played a month ago, but while I nearly woke Emily and Joshua with a gleeful yell when Bobby Abreu struck out, it did feel like a microcosm of the season. The pitching, defense and hitting […]

It wasn't so long ago.

Ramon Castro, our beloved Round Mound of Pound, had taken Ugie Urbina deep to win an Aug. 30 thriller and pull us within half a game of the wild card. The next night, Pedro Martinez was on the mound against Brett Myers, he of the ludicrous shaved head, Friendly's waitress black […]

You tell me to come back with fourth place, I come back with fourth place.

Not saying that you didn't warn me, but man is RFK a dump. It looks like a domed stadium with the dome missing. It looks like the Vet on downers. There's the seasick undulation of the upper-deck seats, the strange coloring/intensity/angle/something […]

Another night, another garbage-time thriller.

Amazing — the last non-nailbiter this team played was Sunday's 4-1 defeat of the Braves, and even that was interesting for our Insta-Offense and as a showcase for The Eventual Met, aka Tom Glavine 2.0. Of course, this one could have been wrapped up without quite so many thrills — maaaaan, […]

So Jack McKeon played the game under protest because the lighting changed when Carlos Delgado walked to the plate against the mighty Tim Hamulack. Awww. I rooted the game under protest when Willie let Braden Looper out of the bullpen. I withdrew my protest a bit later; Jack may as well do the same.

The award […]

Ain't it always this way? Garbage Time is upon us, and so we're playing some stone-cold thrillers.

But still…take THAT, Marlins! Take that for every time we got our hearts torn out by cat-faced killer Juan Encarnacion, or by some absurd Juan Pierre bounder, or even by Ryan McGuire. Take that for Carlos Delgado and his […]