Self-aggrandize much? This logo was conceived for a just cause, the gathering of dear friends and Mets fans five years ago this December on the eve of my fortieth birthday. I simply provided the rationale and the Rheingold.

“[I]n the steep streets of Manhattan across the river,” Joe Durso wrote in Amazing: The Miracle of the Mets, “computer cards and ticker tape rained from office windows while people danced on the sidewalks below. The Mets were the champions of the world on October 16, 1969.”In broad daylight, no less.

After Rheingold and before Budweiser, Schaefer took over as the Mets’ beer sponsor in the mid-1970s. It seems almost sacrilege to associate any beer jingle with the Mets that doesn’t begin with My beer is Rheingold the dry beer…, but it must be said that Schaefer was the one beer to have when you were having […]

Last month as the Mets were struggling to stay above water, Jace went to a city that could say the same, as chronicled here. For more about my adventures and misadventures trying to follow the Mets from overseas, see yesterday’s Real Time column from the Online Journal.If you’ve never been and get the chance, go to Venice. It […]

Charlie Hangley on the left, Jason on the right. Snapped a month ago, perhaps an hour after Pedro completed his triumphant comeback, on a sunny afternoon on Long Beach Island. Would have been posted earlier, but ran afoul of the magic-number countdown. About which the less said the better. Don’t worry, Charlie and Jace. Summer […]

I suppose in some alternate universe we didn’t blow a seven-game lead with 17 to play. In this one, matters are otherwise. Congratulations Phillies.

Well, it worked on the Red Sox when DiamondVision jumped the gun.