So we set a National League record for sac flies in one inning, then tried to set one for near-death experiences by a closer in one inning.

OK, I'm going to try some spin: Braden Looper's struggles, horrifying to watch though they were, proved instructive in illustrating how far our young, by-turns-exhilirating-and-excruciating team, has come […]

OK, so that would have made a lousy song title. And it won't necessarily make for a hugely enjoyable season of winning baseball. But it's what we've got. And, perhaps inspired by your cry to “Stand pat!”, I found tonight that it's enough for me.

I had to inspired by something, because it sure wasn't tonight's […]

So Reyes, hearing Cameron's footsteps in the leadoff spot, goes three for five with two runs scored and Bieseresque havoc created. Mientkiewicz, hearing Daubach's footsteps at first base, blasts a double and a homer and scores two runs of his own. Daubach, hearing Minky's footsteps possibly returning to first base, hits a pinch-hit homer to […]

The Good News

1. There is no way we lose tonight.

2. Kaz Matsui placed on the DL. His bruised knee is suddenly serious. His bats, on the other hand, have been blissfully bruise-free for months. (Rimshot.)

3. Mike DeJean released. Hopefully we also set fire to his personal effects. Let us never, ever speak of him again.

The […]

I give up. No, not forever, but until this team gets its head out of its collective butt. Which will be … well, if you know, please tell me.

When your team can't hit, on one level it's hard to evaluate anything they're doing — in a way they aren't your team at all, but a […]

Wow. So it is.

Look at the luminaries who bestrode the globe then for us. Hot Rod Hundley — did zip. Ryan Thompson — went 0 for 3, probably on about seven pitches for the afternoon. At least Fonzie hit a triple, which I guarantee we cheered wildly. (Bonilla hit a triple, which I doubt we […]

You ain't missing nothing, pal. Though if I'd been wearing a tie to watch last night's game, at least I could have used it to choke myself until I passed out. While unconscious, I might have dreamed of nicer things. Like a team that can hit.

OK, that's a bit of an overreaction. Victor pitched very […]

FROM: Jason

DATE: 15 June 2005 1:11 am

TO: Minaya, Omar; Randolph, Willie

CC: Piazza, Mike; Mientkiewicz, Doug; Cairo, Miguel; Reyes, Jose; Wright, David; Floyd, Cliff; Beltran, Carlos; Diaz, Victor; Anderson, Marlon; Glavine, Tom; DeJean, Mike; Matsui, Kazuo

BCC: Graves, Danny

SUBJECT: 135 Minutes of My Life

Gentlemen, tonight I decided to watch the lot of you earn the gross national […]

So, amid all the unhappiness about playing dead with the Angels in town, I keep remembering something: Did we just get a new stadium?

Privately financed. $180 million in infrastructure moolah from the city. Next to Shea. Would open in 2009. Gets built even if New York doesn't get the Olympics.

I seriously can't quite believe this […]

Turns out I didn't miss the Monsta's Ball. After a singularly tasty meal at Shake Shack, our party (me, Emily, The Human Fight, HF Girlfriend Peggy) headed downtown to await Pete, who'd decided to drive in to meet us. Pete's choice was a way bar downtown, one that's virtually deserted early on weekend nights. Good […]