Why do I love 7:10 starts? Because my team can play an 11-inning grinder and it's not the middle of the night.

Great game — I kept expecting Harvey Haddix to walk out of a

cornfield, or Bambi Castillo to emerge from the dugout and win it.

(Remember that? The 80-degree day in March?) Was that really […]

Greg, welcome to the other side. We were beginning to wonder if we’d ever see you in these parts, but we’re glad you’re here.

The description of Shea I offer curious baseball fans who’ve never been there is that it’s like a DMV with a ballgame somewhere inside it. A couple of years ago I had my pregame […]

So I hope it was fun. It sure sounded fun.

What a difference a double shot of some payroll love makes. Thanks to Pedro and Carlos, I wasn't nervous as today's game unfolded over the radio. Not as Pettitte kept throwing zeroes. Not when we somehow turned a pickoff into a stolen base despite the presence […]

The Germans have handy words for lots of complex emotional states, most notably Schadenfreude,

defined for 40-odd years now as “the feeling of pleasure when the

Yankees don't win the World Series.” Do our crafty German friends have

a word for “the giddy high that one doesn't want to hear is in fact not

a high, but merely a […]

Here's a memory for the Old Perfesser that seems all too appropriate:

Once upon a time you warned of Ron Swoboda, shortly after he was seen

hopping up and down in the Met dugout trying to get a stomped-on helmet

off his spikes, “He thinks he's being unlucky, but he's gonna be

unlucky his whole life if he don't […]

Tonight I did the first thing I do when I panic — I listened to the FAN postgame.

It's a good way to calm down, because 90% of the people who call in

are, by comparison, completely insane. And indeed, apparently this is

all Kaz Matsui's spot, and he needs to be benched, moved to the 9 […]

OK, I'm no longer so philosophical. In fact, I'm in the Valley of the

Shadow of Something Not Good. Like I'm imagining the proto-bloggers of

1988 Baltimore gathered around crabs and beer, grousing that their damn

team is 0-3 and wondering when it's going to end. Where does the AP get off invoking Jack Fisher and George Altman […]

Forgive me for summing this one up before it's official. Fear 1, Faith 0.

All hail the unanticipated kingdom of Joe Randa — at least Howie's not

around to point out once again that he was a paper Met. And hey, we got

Juan LeBron for him. Did Juan LeBron even reach Binghamton? *

So many embarrassments tonight. There […]

Man, it sure sucks that we lost the seventh game of the 2005 World Series yesterday afternoon.

What's that? We didn't? Are you sure? You'll have to forgive me then, because that's the impression I got from this morning's papers.

Here's Filip Bondy: “Sandman! Cue Sandman! Sorry, no Sandman. Very clearly, this was no longer the […]