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No, they didn't place cameras behind our respective bathroom mirrors while we muttered to ourselves after the 14-inning loss to San […]

Snigh is airing the Mets 11-inning, 9-7 win from yesterday as an SNY Encore today. And tonight, it's showing Game Two of the 1986 NLCS as a Mets Classic.

Semantics, semantics. This one will see light again if this network is any good. This one was a wonderful affair. Was it a classic?

If it wasn't, your […]

I hold no brief for Art Howe. Art Howe was the worst thing to happen to the Mets' manager's office since Jeff Torborg ordered new carpeting. Art Howe dimmed a room. Art Howe looked lost and did nothing in his actions to dispel that impression.

But I've always admired Art Howe for one thing:

He didn't intentionally […]

I hope Barry Bonds hits six more home runs after the Mets leave San Francisco and none before then. I hope he hits 715. I hope he compiles more than George Herman Ruth. Then I hope he slinks off to wherever a Barry Bonds slinks off.

No need to pile on. He's a large, large worm. […]

Pedro Martinez and Mike Piazza will each be voted into in the Hall of Fame as soon as they're eligible. They have been great for a very long time. They may not have inhabited greatness in tandem when given the chance as early Dodgers and recent Mets, but they are two of the defining players […]

As a service to our readers who adhere to more traditional work schedules, this blog provides a series of snappy in-the-know water cooler comebacks to prove that you are fan enough to handle the West Coast start times even if you really aren't.

Faith and Fear in Flushing: We stay up and watch the Mets win […]

Gary Cohen is a sharp guy. When the Mets visited Phoenix in 2000, Todd Pratt came to bat in front of Diamondbacks fans for the first time since October 9, 1999. Reaction was muted, to say the least. How, Gary asked Ed Coleman, can these fans not be booing the man who put them out […]

If the remnants of a tree are shaped into nine Louisville Sluggers and flail in the forest and make no sound, can those who flailed so miserably really be in first place?

“Our Team, Our Time” is beautiful music compared to what the Mets mixmasters have scratched out over the past 18 innings. When two of […]

For about 30, 40, maybe 50 minutes after last night's game, I swear to you I was as baseball happy as I've been in 20 years. And baseball happy, given my short slate of priorities, pretty much means happy.

No kidding, though. When the enormity of our five-game lead over frigging Atlanta sunk in, I became […]