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Faith and Fear in Flushing made its debut on Feb. 16, 2005, the brainchild of two longtime friends and lifelong Met fans.

Greg Prince discovered the Mets when he was 6, during the magical summer of 1969. He is a Long Island-based writer, editor and communications consultant. Contact him here.

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The Fundamentalist Movement

If I’ve learned anything from the returning Keith Hernandez these past few years that he has analyzed Mets games. it’s that ballplayers like to come up with new names for old things, particularly if they save the players some syllables. Thus, it was no surprise to me when I started hearing Keith make occasional reference to “fundies”…as in fundamentals.

Fundamentals: four syllables. Fundies: two syllables. Look how much effort a ballplayer saves in the shortening.

Keith gives me the idea that a ballplayer is more than happy to cut out syllables as well as steps. So much of their life is repetition repeated ad infinitum, from February to, if you’re lucky, November. It’s only human nature to now and then want to find shortcuts.

Unless you’re intent on playing ’til November.

The Mets, you may have noticed in 2009, were neither masters of the shortcut nor the fundamental. They couldn’t, wouldn’t and didn’t execute the little things and, as a result, fundie got broken up in to two even small words:

• Fun

• Die

Two small words describe what happened pretty aptly because the Mets wouldn’t commit to doing the little things that win ballgames. And the littlest thing of all erupted into the biggest play of the year in terms of encapsulating all that went wrong for them.

Faith and Fear in Flushing announces, with no joy whatsoever, that the Nikon Camera Player of the Year — the award bestowed to the entity or concept that best symbolizes the Met season gone by — is Two Hands.

As in “TWO HANDS!!” the aggrieved cry of Mets fans everywhere following the gaffe of all 2009 gaffes, Luis Castillo’s failed one-handed non-grab of Alex Rodriguez’s ninth-inning, two-out popup on June 12 at Yankee Stadium. It turned an 8-7 win into a 9-8 loss; it turned an assumption into an imperative; it turned us all into bench coaches.

TWO HANDS!! we would yell starting June 13 and keep yelling for the rest of the blighted season. We would yell it at Castillo and any Met who drifted toward or settled under a pop fly. If we didn’t yell it, we surely muttered it or thought it to ourselves. Castillo’s utter failure under the Subway Series glare — after not catching the ball, he didn’t throw it to the right base either — made us all wary of how the Mets played for the balance of 2009.

We should have been warier earlier. We should have taken to heart as more than just one of those things that no Met fielder consistently looked like he knew what he was doing from the time the season started. Mets baserunners were generally just as clueless. This predates the injury wave. The injuries were severe, to be sure, but I’d take a sound team of substitutes over a cavalier bunch of regulars any day. We’d have less talent, but more skill.

By the end, we were dealing primarily with alternates who didn’t pay attention to details. It was the worst of all worlds. It was the Mets of 2009.

Luis Castillo put up admirable offensive numbers one season after he was completely useless as a Met. He did not wither after June 12. Singling out his disastrous error is not intended as one more jab at him personally. This could be about Daniel Murphy falling down, Carlos Beltran not sliding, Jose Reyes watching a double assuming it was a homer, Fernando Martinez assuming he didn’t have to run at all when he had just been called up; David Wright slowing down between third and home to negate a run, Carlos Delgado not corralling a foul pop, Jeff Francoeur losing a ball in the lights, Jeremy Reed throwing wildly from first, Ryan Church not touching third, Angel Pagan not calling off Beltran, Emil Brown passing Castillo on the basepaths…these were professionals. Some of them were decorated professionals. They all made inexcusable, mindless plays. They all saved themselves the effort of thinking.

Everybody makes mistakes. Vapor lock is the term Keith used in his excellent diary of the 1985 season, If At First, to describe the most inexplicable kinds. One now and then is forgivable. It’s part of the human equation. But on the 2009 Mets, vapor locks just multiplied and spread. Everybody seemed to lock up. They didn’t, as a rule or as a unit, ever seem to unlock. They never seemed to understand just how bad they played. It wasn’t the 70-92 record that stands as galling. It’s how they got there.

The players did not use two hands in the literal or figurative sense. The manager and his coaches did not effectively drill into them the importance of two hands…or a brain, it seems. The Mets made fundamental mistakes early and they made fundamental mistakes often. I got the impression they barely noticed and weren’t bothered that their lack of fundies made the fun die so brutally.

They never grew any more aware, but I sure did and so did you. Every fan became a maven for fundamentals in 2009. If we didn’t full realize coming in to the year, by the end, we all understood the importance of two hands.

TWO HANDS!!

FAITH AND FEAR’S PREVIOUS NIKON CAMERA PLAYERS OF THE YEAR

2005: The WFAN broadcast team of Gary Cohen and Howie Rose

2006: Shea Stadium

2007: Uncertainty

2008: The 162-Game Schedule

Blue & Orange Thursday

The Mets used to regularly play Memorial Day doubleheaders, Independence Day doubleheaders and Labor Day doubleheaders, yet the holiday that launched them into the public consciousness was the one we celebrate tomorrow.

That’s right: the Mets are as much a part of Thanksgiving as stuffing, pumpkin pie and forced conversation you could do without.

Two months before they started limbering up in St. Petersburg and nearly four months before they began losing in earnest, the New York Mets made their debut at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on November 23, 1961. There had only been actual Mets for about six weeks, since the expansion draft yielded 22 players of varying talents and primes who were slated to comprise the bulk of the Original Mets. Their real star, of course, was their manager. One year removed from not quite winning an eighth World Series in a dozen seasons for a particularly demanding employer, Casey Stengel had signed on to pilot the expansion Mets. Casey Stengel had been, was and would always be the personification of baseball in New York. He was a Dodger under Wilbert Robinson, a Giant under John McGraw, a Yankee who lorded it over the American League and now the best thing the nascent Mets had going for them.

What better first public relations move than to parade Casey Stengel before the adoring masses? And what better venue than the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade of 1961? It already promised to be a star-studded procession: Connie Francis, Troy Donahue, Annette Funicello; Lionel Hampton; the maiden appearance of the Bullwinkle J. Moose balloon; the title vehicle from Car 54 Where Are You? getting a push from Fred Gwynne and Joe E. Ross; and NBC stretching its coverage of the event to an unprecedented two hours. Amid this great march of history came your 1962 Mets…maybe your 1961 Mets, if you want to be literal about it.

Gil Hodges was a part of it. So was Al Jackson. Billy Loes, the Brooklyn Dodger who once claimed to have lost a ground ball in the sun, was there. He was supposed to be a Met (meaning he was on the roster, not that somebody losing a ground ball in the sun was destined to be one of ours in 1962) but he’d retire before a single pitch would be thrown in futile anger. Monte Irvin joined Casey’s cadre as well. Irvin was never going to be a Met, but he had been a New York Giant, and the Mets were, in a very real sense, getting the band back together — a blue and orange supergroup, if you will. New York’s affection for the National League simmered on the back burner for four desolate years, so the expansion Mets were as welcome a sight in November 1961 as they would be in April 1962.

Thus, there was Casey, just one man in one car in the Macy’s display, but really — apologies to the cast of Bonanza, which technically led the cavalcade — the grand marshal of any parade in which he strutted his stuff. George Weiss thought it would be a sound idea to get Stengel in front of potential customers as soon as possible. Stengel, always happy to give the crowd a wave and a bow, didn’t disagree.

“I may be able to sell tickets with my face,” said the ever aware Ol’ Perfesser.

The first official pilgrimage for Mets fans would come April 13, 1962, uptown to the Polo Grounds. But should you check in on the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade this Thursday morning, you might want to remember that 48 years ago, the same spectacle served as our Crossing of the Mayflower.

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The modern-day turkeys who run the Mets want you to run out and buy a brand new 2010 jersey on Black Friday. They’ve even provided a handy, practically decipherable guide to an hourly discount program at the Citi Field team store…and nowhere else, if I’m reading it correctly. Then again, these are the people who load up their Sunday ticket plans with Thursday night games, so caveat Met emptor and all that.

If you want to be among the first to purchase a new “natural color” top, by all means buy it, wear it or give it in good health. But if you’re interested in getting a more satisfying bang for your fan buck, consider one or all of the following.

1) Tonight, Wednesday, at 8 o’clock MLB Network debuts its 1969 edition of the fine Baseball’s Seasons series. 1969 can only mean one thing, and it’s something of which we’ve yet to get enough. Retroactive cap tip to MLBN for airing all five games of the ’69 Fall Classic last Sunday, perhaps the most super Sunday ever. And SNY reairs the same games all Thanksgiving Day starting at noon, albeit with their trademark SpongeTech editing technique that makes almost everything they show slightly less enjoyable than it should be.

2) The Bible of the 1969 Mets, The Miracle Has Landed, has been released at last. It is as nearly as phenomenal as 1969 itself and an absolute must for your baseball library. Sanctioned by SABR, meticulously organized by Matt “Met” Silverman, authored by a gang of impassioned baseball fans, writers and bloggers (yours truly included) and augmented by no better image source than The Holy Books, it is the ’69 reunion to end all ’69 reunions. Every Met, every Met episode and every Met perspective from 1969 is incorporated in one substantial volume. It coincides with the 40th anniversary of that most Amazin’ year, but you’ll be reading it and referring to it as the Miracle turns 41, 42 and continues to age gracefully. On The Black‘s Kerel Cooper offers an insightful interview with Matt here.

3) Should you find yourself browsing an airport newsstand this weekend or happen to be anywhere where current magazines are sold, do yourself a favor and pick up the November 30 issue of The New Yorker and luxuriate in Roger Angell’s treatment of the 2009 season and postseason. No, the Mets aren’t featured players in the article, and yes, the Yankees are, but that’s not important. What is is that Roger Angell is the greatest baseball essayist who ever lived and that every yearly recap he offers is a gift to every baseball fan who loves to read.

Lines like…

Top and bottom, that inning required forty-four minutes, and it felt like a colonoscopy.

Observations like…

This columnar closing posture — he’s not twisted off to one side, like other pitchers, but driving forward, with the back leg still aloft, as his eyes follow the pitch — is classic, and reminded me strongly of some fabled pitcher from my boyhood. He looked a little dusty and work-worn out there, which may have contributed to this impression. I thought about Dizzy Dean or Lon (the Arkansas Hummingbird) Warneke, but they were righties.

Descriptions like…

…CC Sabathia’s sunny looks and pavilion-sized pants…

Word pictures like…

Damon plants his left foot in the box when he first steps in and swings his right foot away so that he’s facing the pitcher almost directly, with the bat in his right hand also pointing off to right. He’s surveying, you think.

And canny conclusions like…

This time, the Mets’ problems and psyche may require something more than better luck and the customary between-season signings and statements for them to reverse things — some fresh attitudes, and perhaps less conviction of their own wonderfulness.

…remind me, yet again, that sports’ first great proto-blogger still has a fastball worthy of Prince Hal Newhouser — a lefty like Cliff Lee.

***

The Mets give us myriad reasons to kvetch in their direction. But they also constitute a fabulous backdrop for the best year-round discussion I know, the one we’re in the middle of here virtually all the time. At the risk of enabling their future foibles, I’m thankful they give us all a reason to talk amongst ourselves as much as we do. Who knows? Maybe by this time next year, we’ll see members of the 2010 Mets riding in the Thanksgiving parade for the same reason they did in 1969, a month or so after they enjoyed an even more famous ride downtown. And maybe we’ll all be exponentially happier because of them. Maybe they’ll give us reason to kvell.

Probably not, but it’s late November 2009 and nothing bad has happened in those 2010 uniforms yet. On the Thursday the 1961-62 Mets rolled into Herald Square, they had yet to lose a game. Sometimes it’s nice to think about the Mets’ next game when they’re both idle and undefeated.

Need any further affirmation as to why you remain a Mets fan in spite of it all? I invite you to have a gander at Faith and Fear in Flushing: An Intense Personal History of the New York Mets, available as a swell holiday gift to yourself or a loved one.

Literally Meeting the Mets

The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade of 1961 served as the coming out party for your New York Mets, led by their first and still most prominent face, Charles Dillon “Casey” Stengel.

Image borrowed with much appreciation from a great early-’60s Flickr photostream here.

Uni Watch FTW

Some folks will never forgive him for his Piazza-related tantrum, but this Paul Lukas bit nails everything that’s wrong with the current Mets regime (and what’s wrong is pretty much everything) in one succinct blast:

It’s all too much. The Bernazard thing, the vanilla stadium with the corporate name and the 37 price tiers, the GM who thinks it’s a good idea to call out a beat writer at a press conference, the bottomless pit of medical misdiagnoses — and I’m not even counting the on-field performance. I’m just talking about the most basic aspects of team ownership and stewardship. These guys aren’t just bad at it; they’re the definition of dysfunctional. If the Mets were their kid, Child Services would’ve whisked the team into foster care years ago.

Lousy way to say Happy Thanksgiving, but we’re Mets fans. We have to expect that our retro gravy will be lumpy and not really like the gravy we once knew and loved, and will cost more and get cold while we sit through a self-serving speech that’s stupefyingly inaccurate, and then we’ll choke on it and the family doctor will yell that we’re having a heart attack when even a half-blind resident could tell we aren’t and he’ll burn the crap out of us with those electric paddles, and while we’re recuperating and wondering what the hell happened, the guests we were told about will arrive but they won’t be young, interesting guests, they’ll be old, shuffling guests, and Mom will beam while looking a little desperate and say that everything will be great now, because they’ve got a lot of experience at Thanksgiving.

I’ll be in my room hiding. You can have my yams.

And This Is Better...How?

I’m with Jason on this, but more so. The Mets had a decent idea to revise their pinstripe uniforms and didn’t execute. This is what it will look like. The proof will be on the players, but it doesn’t match up to the wonderful unis worn on August 22 when Tom and his Terrific teammates took the field to commemorate their fortieth anniversary. It’s just…off. That horrendous drop shadow, which has puked all over Mets jerseys since 1998, is the main culprit.

Vetting Mets press releases has already preoccupied me too much of late, but I find curious the explanation that “the Mets created the retro uniform following research and positive responses to the jerseys the 1969 World Champion Mets wore during their 40th anniversary celebration in August.” This is the same organization that claimed fans don’t care about items like Old Timers Day. Don’t listen to what we said; listen to what we say.

I wonder what irregular they’ll sign to fit these new not-quite-right outfits.


About the Cream, It's Clear: Close, But Not Quite

Update: It’s official. I don’t believe the Mets that the natural color is from 1962.

It’s an open secret that next year the Mets will have a cream-colored version of the pinstripes uniform, though reports are all over the map about whether the white pinstripes will still exist and whether the annoying black drop shadow will remain in either or both.

Like a lot of things the Mets have done in the last year or so, most significantly the big new mostly but not completely great stadium they now call home, I want to like this but think it misses the mark by a small but frustrating degree. And again, I detect an unhappy whiff of trying to give the franchise some manufactured antiquity.

The original Mets’ pinstripes were white — reappropriating the blue of the Brooklyn Dodgers and the orange of the New York Giants. Jet-age white, JFK Camelot white, moon-race white, pre-hippie Sixties white. A basic and enduring legacy of the Mets is that they’re the New Breed — the successors to the Dodgers and Giants, the Anti-Yankees, the team you’d root for by being funny and raucous and ironic instead of dour and demanding. The Mets were shiny and new, not some pre-aged franchise meant to feel like it had roots in the days of John McGraw and Connie Mack. (And in their early years, remember, they consistently outdrew the Yankees.) Yes, the first Mets clubs were an old-age home for a number of former Dodgers, Giants and Yankees — but with a couple of exceptions (Casey Stengel, irrepressible in any context) those players were sops to Joan Payson’s sentiments. The legends of the early Mets aren’t great players in their autumn years, but castoffs and never-to-be’s — Marv Throneberry and Hot Rod Kanehl and Choo Choo Coleman. They’re the players the early Mets were stuck with, rather than the imports the club thought would draw fans.

This is the same misconception that I objected to with the collages of Mets that appeared outside Citi Field before Opening Day and inside Citi Field late in the summer. I understand that the Mets wanted to create an old-style park that departed from Shea’s My Chevy Van aesthetics, and for the most part that was fine with me — I like the mix of brick, green seats, black walls and ironwork. But while applauding the Mets finally adding actual Mets stuff to the park, I don’t think the sepia images work — as I’ve written before, Tug McGraw and Lenny Dykstra and Turk Wendell were vivid, Technicolor players. I don’t want to see them through a nostalgic patina, any more than I want to hear, say, “Ashokan Farewell” after a loss. I love Ken Burns, but this isn’t the place for him.

Stripped of racing stripes and drop shadows and other fooferall, the pinstripes are a perfect Mets uniform, mindful of ancient baseball traditions yet mildly rebellious against them — the garish blue and orange atop the classic pinstripes almost looks like a graffiti version of the Yankees’ classically stodgy uniform. Put cream in the mix, though, and they look like manufactured nostalgia for an old-timer’s day. Bring the pinstripes back, but not as some faux imagining of what they might have been.

* * *

If that sounds conservative and retrograde, know that I often arrive at Citi in my black NEW YORK road jersey and a gray-and-blue Mets cap with the NY in stars and stripes. I like the black uniforms, just as I like hearing that an upcoming game will feature special, one-off uniforms.

I’m not against cream — I think it could be a great addition to the palette. But instead of adding cream to the pinstripes, why not take a page from the Giants and use it as a replacement for the white home uniforms? That would be a classic look but feel new instead of fake antique, and it would look a lot less busy than the cream pinstripes.

With that, can I revisit something that’s bugged me for years? I hate not knowing what uniform Charlie Samuels has picked out on a given day. Besides the fact that it ignores the very definition of “uniform,” there’s always a jarring moment when I’m listening to the radio and Howie Rose tells me what the Mets are wearing for the game. It makes you realize whatever image you had in your head of the Mets down there on the field was wrong, and it throws you right out of the narrative — until Howie fills you in, they’re Schrodinger’s Mets. That sense of randomness stopped being cute a long time ago. By now it’s just irritating and makes the Mets feel like they’re making it up as they go, a feeling there’s been entirely too much of in recent years.

I know the die is cast for 2010, marketing plans and budgets being what they are, so here’s a plea for the Mets to consider in 2011. It’s a predictable plan for what the Mets would wear, one that includes cream uniforms and enough variations that the marketing folks would have plenty to sell:

Home night games: White pinstripes and blue caps (burn those horrid two-tone caps).

Home day games: Cream uniforms and blue caps.

Weekend night games and holiday games: Black home uniforms and black caps.

Road night games: Gray uniforms and blue caps.

Road day games and holidays: Black road uniforms and black caps.

Switch those around if you like — cream unis can be for home night games, black road unis can be for road night games, etc. Just make it make sense.

To this, add a wildcard: Do whatever you want on commemorative days. I love Negro League throwback jerseys. I’m all for one-off throwbacks like the uniforms with the big NY. (Minus David Wright taking a fastball to the head.) Wear the New York-area agency caps on September 11th. Wear the racing stripes next time the ’86 Mets are honored. Wear stars-and-stripes uniforms on a day to salute veterans. Wear pink uniforms along with the pink bats and money for breast-cancer research on Mother’s Day. Heck, have Jeff McKnight Day and wear that horrible uniform with the tail for one game. By now the Mercury Mets would probably draw a nostalgic laugh (as long as the other team played along). Have fun with this stuff — we won’t mind, and we’ll open our wallets. But give us a baseline for experimentation. And leave alone what doesn’t need to be messed with.

(Images thieved from Metsblog and No Mas.)

Making Their 'Presence' Felt

Earlier this week, esteemed FAFIF commenter Kevin from Flushing sent me a link to a video report out of Minnesota regarding the new Twins ballpark with the following warning:

“kick in the balls 23 seconds in”

I didn’t necessarily want a kick there or anywhere, but with a come-on like that, how could I not click? I did and, as promised, at 0:23, Jana Shortal of KARE-TV wound up and delivered. As the camera lingered over a wall devoted to an immense image of Kirby Puckett, she let loose with what caused Kevin and now me to cringe in agony:

“Reminders of past Twins greatness at every turn.”

Target Field is opening in April and it will not be shy about letting you know who plays there and, just as significantly, who played in the Metrodome and Metropolitan Stadium. Target’s the name on the front, but Twins is the clear subtext. In May 2009, more than ten months before a first pitch would be thrown at the new Minneapolis ballpark, the team announced the following:

The opening of Target Field will not only mark a new era of the Minnesota Twins, it will launch the 50th season of Twins baseball. The Minnesota Twins, in conjunction with the Minnesota Ballpark Authority, have unveiled their plans to recognize every Twins player since the inaugural season of 1961 on the Twins Tradition Wall, a dramatic piece of artwork that will be located on Target Plaza.

Here’s some more information on Target decor from the Minnesota Ballpark Authority:

All of the handles on the exterior gates are in the shape of the state of Minnesota. Pictures of players are highlighted in the signage on the concourse level. Hardwood murals of Kirby Puckett and Rod Carew are featured in atriums on the club level. A collection of all-time great lines from Twins broadcasts are etched in wood planks on the wall outside the radio and TV press box. The original flagpole from the old Metropolitan Stadium has been installed on Target Plaza.

In addition, the celebration sign in center field features the original Twins logo from 1961. The logo is two characters dressed in old-time uniforms — one from Minneapolis and one from St. Paul — and whenever a Twins player hits a home run, the sign will light up, making it look like “Minnie and Paul” are shaking hands across the Mississippi River.

If I were a Twins fan living in the vicinity of Target Field, I’d be plenty excited. If I were a fan of the Pirates or the Orioles or the Reds or the Cardinals or just about any team that has opened a new ballpark in the past twenty years, I’d simply nod reading that, knowing that that’s how you inaugurate your new place: by celebrating as much about your heritage as you can as you pave the way toward a hopefully stellar future.

As a Mets fan, I cringed in agony.

We know what the Mets didn’t do for the first year of Citi Field. We were assaulted by the lack of Metsiana for four months before we were granted a taste in the final third of the season with a few small murals on heretofore blank surfaces; with some overdue lightpole banners between the Rotunda and the subway; and with the seven postseason markers on the high left field wall, insignias that had been hidden from common view prior to August.

It was something, but it wasn’t enough. When you plan a ballpark for three years and wait until four months into the fourth year to get serious about your history, it’s going to take some time to even begin to approach enough.

I was reminded just last week how little the Mets’ history mattered to the Mets organization when I visited the park for the Ryder Chasin Bar Mitzvah. As pleasant a space as the exclusive Acela Club is — with brickwork and steelwork evocative of the rest of Citi’s theme park architecture — there was not one picture of any Met nor any hint of Met lore on the premises. No hint of Mets greats, Mets mediocrities, Mets anything. I wonder if Fred Wilpon meant for it to be called the Ace L.A. Club as a tribute to Sandy Koufax and something was simply lost in the translation. And as I sat by those glass windows in left (where I don’t expect to be sitting again for a long while) and took in the sweeping vista of the field, the signage, the stands…nothing screamed or even said Mets unless you squinted real hard. Citi Field was as bereft of team association in November as it was from April to October.

The Mets had grudgingly made noise in the direction of the right thing as part of their dreadful dog and pony show right after the regular season. The Mets also made the slightest peep about it when they dedicated the Jackie Robinson Rotunda, but only when the principal owner was asked and only when he answered the query as vaguely as possible. Thus, when I (as most New York sports fans were no doubt doing this fine Saturday afternoon) was watching the yet again bowl-eligible USF Bulls trample the Louisville Cardinals on SNY, you could have colored me a surprised shade of blue and orange when the news crawl announced the Mets would have a greater Mets “presence” at Citi Field in 2010.

My first thought was, “This is news?” I’ll bet it wasn’t news in Minnesota that the Twins were building their ballpark with a Twins presence, just as nobody was surprised when the current iteration of Yankee Stadium came with a Yankee presence or that the Nationals, with what little history they had, managed to gin up some National presence at Nationals Park. It’s what you do…unless you’re the Mets. Then it’s not what you do. Then it’s news when you actually do it.

My second thought, after being singed by my raging cynicism on this matter, was “well, good.” I put aside the Bulls and went to read the Mets’ news release; odd that they’d issue it on a Saturday, but it’s not like we stop being interested in the Mets during non-business hours.

The SNY crawl was borrowed from the awkward headline the Mets themselves issued:

Mets expand club presence at Citi Field

Kind of sounds like they’re going to be removing rows of seats and putting in more private clubs, doesn’t it? But that’s not what they mean…I don’t think.

Here’s the lede from the release:

FLUSHING, N.Y. — The New York Mets today announced plans to expand the presence of club history at Citi Field next season in a variety of ways including renaming areas of the ballpark after Casey Stengel, Gil Hodges, Tom Seaver and William A. Shea.

I’m really trying to resist the impulse to ask where this announcement was last November, and instead greet it with unalloyed enthusiasm this November. Last November and last season are over. The Mets are trying to make up ground. So let’s let them try. Here’s what they’re naming after their loftiest legends, the three men whose numbers have been retired for what they did while wearing Mets uniforms and the one New Yorker above all others who ensured there would be Mets uniforms:

The Mets will rename and visually theme Citi Field’s VIP entrances and outfield bridge after individuals who made an indelible mark on the club.

I can’t argue — nor would I want to — that Stengel, Hodges, Seaver and Shea aren’t Very Important People to us. How many fans will get to enjoy the upgraded VIP gates is unclear. I was able to use them a handful of times last year and noticed they were the only areas where, once inside their doors, you saw Met memorabilia. You saw yearbook covers and framed photos and all the stuff we who weren’t usually VIPs had been hollering for. Now, I’m inferring, users of those entries will get less of a hodgepodge and more of a Hodges podge while the bully security guards high on authority recklessly frisk them and randomly demand surrender of their bottles of water. I also assume (always dangerous, particularly in a Met context) the exteriors will be dedicated to the greats in question, so that should make for some nice photo-ops outside the park.

First Base VIP will be named after Hodges to honor the manager who led the Mets to their first World Championship in 1969. Third Base VIP will honor Seaver, the Hall of Fame pitcher and Mets leader in wins, earned run average and strikeouts. Left Field VIP will be named after Stengel, the first manager in Mets history.

Gil was a first baseman. Casey’s Stengelese seemed to come from out of left field. That leaves Seaver for third, and he did briefly lead the National League in triples early in the 1983 season. Whatever the alignment, it’s a nice gesture. One hopes there is more. A statue of each man, visible to all — even those on the outside consigned to non-VIP entrances — would be most appropriate.

The outfield bridge will be dedicated as Shea Bridge, honoring the legacy of the man who was the driving force to bring National League baseball back to New York after the departure of the Dodgers and Giants.

I called some time ago for that span to be named for Willie Mays, a Giant and a Met in New York and an immortal always. I’d love at least one damn iota of Citi Field to permanently acknowledge our Giant DNA amid all the Dodgerness, and I thought Willie’s career represented a great metaphor, bridgewise. That said, I’m not disappointed at the naming of the Shea Bridge, not at all. It’s a fine decision.

If it were up to me, 126th St. would have been christened Bill Shea Way on the hundredth anniversary of our founding uncle’s birth in 2007. Shea never owned the Mets, didn’t own the Stadium for which he became known and had no official ties to the organization. Yet he’s the baseball-loving attorney who moved mountains to get the National League back where it belonged. The Mets did well to “retire” his name before the final Shea Stadium Home Opener and I’m thrilled he’s going to get some of his due inside the ballpark that succeeded Shea Stadium. It means the Shea name stays alive and it also means, I believe, that the Mets are no longer insecure about acknowledging that they existed before 2009. I honestly think they were so hung up on Citi Field being Not Shea that it made perfect sense to them (and them alone) to ignore both the old yard and the great man when they opened the new place.

Excellent makegood. I look forward to a suitable plaque and explanation for all generations of who William A. Shea was and why we should appreciate what he did. Present it correctly and I will cross Shea Bridge with pride for the rest of my fan days.

Here’s the other big news, via the release, regarding club presence:

The Mets also have re-formed the Mets Hall of Fame Committee, and will increase the number of visuals commemorating great players and moments both inside and outside the ballpark. The Mets previously announced a 2010 opening of the Mets Hall of Fame & Museum at Citi Field.

Whoa! As Terri Nunn of Berlin implored Tom Cruise on the Top Gun soundtrack, take my breath away. Seriously. That’s as Very Important as it gets around here.

The Hall and the visuals are two separate issues, so let’s skip to the less breathtaking but still key aspect of appearance.

Next season, fans will be greeted by Mets colors as they approach Citi Field with full-color banners of Mets players on Mets Plaza in front of the Jackie Robinson Rotunda. Mets logos will be added on entry points to the parking areas and on the light poles in the parking lots. The addition of team colors will continue inside the ballpark with staircases painted with blue and orange and more Mets logos throughout the ballpark. Flowers in the gardens at Mets Plaza in front of the Jackie Robinson Rotunda will also be blue and orange.

OK, my breath is back.

This is so simple that a child running a major league team would have come up with this before 2009. Logos? Team colors? Blue and orange flowers? Parking areas not adorned (to borrow my wife’s line on this portion of the release) with Disney characters so you can remember that you parked in Lot Goofy? This took a year to come up with? This was something on which, as Dave Howard’s quote puts it, the Mets had to “hear our fans loud and clear”?

Whatever. I don’t know the cost of these augmentations, but imagine the public relations grief the Mets would have saved themselves in ’09 had all this pretty obvious stuff been installed while measuring the dimensions of the Jackie Robinson Rotunda and studying photos of Ebbets Field. If there’s any gladness to be had that it took the Mets drowning in a steady stream of complaints to do Team Image Basics, it’s that we’ll probably appreciate these items a little more now than we might have had they been where we (rightfully) expected them last season.

The most interesting promise here is the “full-color” banners. Jason’s brought up on occasion that what pictures there have been have been in black and white and that he didn’t think it was a proper Metropolitan look. Those current exterior banners are not bad by any means, but since when are we a black and white franchise? The Mets were conceived as a Technicolor production, particularly when they emerged into the future of 1964 next door to the World’s Fair. It’s one thing to pay a little homage to their forebears. It’s another to pretend the Mets are bathed in sepia. Full-color is the way to go. Good call.

And anything that makes the staircases feel less like an elementary school fire drill is welcome.

As for the Hall of Fame…here goes my breath again:

The centerpiece for Mets memorabilia will be the Mets Hall of Fame & Museum, located adjacent to the Jackie Robinson Rotunda and accessible from both inside and outside the ballpark. A re-formed Mets Hall of Fame Committee will evaluate potential inductees, and is comprised of a combination of media members with a long-standing connection to the club and Mets front office staff.

My breath is still not back. I am shocked and delighted that the too-long dormant institution will be figuratively unshuttered and physically created. The devil will be in the details, but the details we’ve been dealt are delightful, too. They’re almost shocking in how delightful they are, particularly this set of them:

Media members on the committee are: Marty Noble, the Mets.com beat writer who is entering his fifth decade covering the team; Gary Cohen, the New York native and voice of the Mets on SNY who has been a Mets broadcaster for 21 years; and Howie Rose, a Queens native and radio voice of the Mets on WFAN who has covered the team for 21 years on radio and television.

If you asked me to name the three traditional media members I’d want representing the best interests of Mets history, I’d name Noble and Cohen and Rose without blinking. You know Gary and you know Howie. They are a Mets Hall of Fame unto themselves every time they speak into a Met microphone. Among tenured everyday writers, Marty Noble is institutional memory personified. If you’re not as familiar as you should be with his work (he was a staple for us Long Islanders during his extended term with Newsday), check out Mets By The Numbers’ exclusive three-part interview with him from early 2008.

The Mets committee members are: Dave Howard, executive vice president, business operations who has been with the organization for 18 years; Jay Horwitz, vice president, media relations who just completed his 30th season with the team; Tina Mannix, senior director, marketing who has been with the Mets for nine years; and former Mets pitcher Al Jackson, a pitching consultant who is entering his sixth decade with the Mets. Chief operating officer Jeff Wilpon serves as ex-officio.

Al Jackson and Jay Horwitz, impeccably Met-credentialed as they are, strike me as great choices. Dave Howard, despite the quotes that have caused some of us the shakes, has a lot of experience with and a lot of passion for the Mets. Tina Mannix I’ve never heard of until now, but then again, Tina Mannix has probably never heard of me, so I’ll have faith that she’s up for the task (though marketing the team and selecting its Hall of Famers seem, on the surface, like disparate disciplines).

I can’t find a full list of the previous longstanding Mets Hall of Fame committee. I know it included both Bob Murphy and Ralph Kiner, along with all-time beat writer Jack Lang, Original Met official Bob Mandt and, in some capacity, Frank Cashen. There were several others, I’m pretty certain. It was a marvelous group, one that sadly couldn’t stay intact forever. The only thing that was substantially wrong with the Mets Hall of Fame selection process between 1981 and 2002 was that it was allowed to go intermittently and then indefinitely dark. Most of those named to the new committee could have been named as replacements on the old committee years ago. Nevertheless, I couldn’t be happier that the light has gone back on.

Wherever they establish it adjacent to the Rotunda (I can’t imagine the Mets will remove retail in deference to celebrating their history), I look forward to visiting the actual structure. Judgment is, per usual, reserved until it opens and we see what it shows us. One of the great disappointments I had at my beloved Shea was that the only manifestation of the Hall of Fame there was a pair of trophy cases in the lobby to the Diamond Club. It was a low bar I’d like to believe the Citi Field Mets are capable of clearing.

From the release once more:

“The re-formation of the Mets Hall of Fame Committee is central to our concerted efforts to better connect our present and future to our past,” said Wilpon. “It reinforces the organization’s and our fans’ shared desire to recognize our greatest players. With our 2010 opening of the Mets Hall of Fame & Museum at Citi Field, now was the time to bring this group together.”

That Jeff Wilpon is making the whole thing sound magnanimous is, of course, laughable. What “shared desire”? I personally have been desiring this publicly since 2005 and making detailed suggestions on its behalf since 2006. And I know I haven’t been the only one. Maintaining annual inductions into the Mets Hall of Fame has been our desire. Establishing a physical Mets Hall of Fame has been our desire. If management shared that desire, it would have been done by now.

It’s about freaking time that it has.

You know, when the Mets first started inducting Hall of Famers in 1981, it was partly an effort to distract the fans from the dismal baseball that had pervaded Shea for too long. When the Mets put up player banners throughout the concourses in 1994, it was partly an effort to distract the fans from the dismal baseball that had pervaded Shea for too long. When the Mets decorated the facing of the press level with photography that marked great moments and personalities from their past in 2003, it was partly an effort to distract the fans from the dismal baseball that had pervaded Shea for too long.

Sense a pattern here?

Do the Mets really have to sink to new depths to get some history up in here? Is that the tradition that’s made its way to Citi Field? If the Mets were coming off a good year in the standings and had a Halladay or a Holliday waiting in the wings for the holidays, would any of the flowers be replanted?

My breath is taken away as much by shock as by delight from this sudden devotion to a Mets Hall of Fame & Museum, but however it got here, here’s to doing it right. We know nothing is guaranteed where future Met performance is concerned, but they have every opportunity to finally nail their past.

According to the release, Hall of Fame “candidates will be evaluated on their impact on the field while in a Mets uniform, how they represented and affected the organization and their place in Mets history.” Just as “the Mets will announce further details about the Mets Hall of Fame & Museum in the coming weeks,” I’m sure we’ll all have a word or two to send the Mets’ way vis-à-vis doing it right.

Like the man said, shared desire.

Amazin' Medley

Welcome to Flashback Friday: I Saw The Decade End, a milestone-anniversary salute to the New York Mets of 1969, 1979, 1989 and 1999. Each week, we immerse ourselves in or at least touch upon something that transpired within the Metsian realm 40, 30, 20 or 10 years ago. Amazin’ or not, for the final time, here it comes.

This is literally the Flashback to end all 2009 Flashbacks, which is appropriate since its subject is the tribute to end all tributes to the Mets season to end the last millennium.

Prepare to meet the Amazin’ Medley, my musical homage to the 1999 Mets.

What you are about to read is a transcription and explanation of all 156 segments of a montage I produced almost ten years ago. I sat on the floor in front of my stereo with cassettes, LPs, 45s and CDs laid out around me and I created a twenty-minute remembrance of what I’d just recently lived through. It exists as a tape, not the most Internet-friendly format here on the cusp of this century’s second decade.

Nevertheless, I take it out now and then, maybe twice a year, pop it into a cassette player (I still have several) and listen to it. It shoots me right back to that December day when I decided to follow through on my impulse and hit PLAY, RECORD and PAUSE a whole lot. It shoots me back a little further, to the 1999 postseason, then to the 1999 regular season and to seasons before that. It may be the purest expression I have of how my mind works where the Mets are concerned, particularly those Mets. I didn’t write a word of anything on that tape. It’s all songs and play-by-play. But it all makes sense to me as if it’s coming from me.

Over the years, I’ve dubbed a dozen, maybe fifteen copies for friends whom I thought would enjoy it. Some said they did. Some said they’d let me know. Some people are weirded out by stuff like this. I understand. But obviously I don’t care. I love the Amazin’ Medley. In revisiting it here, I love it all over again. I hope you like it. I hope you kind of get it.

But mostly, I love the Amazin’ Medley and the team that inspired it.

Some of these audio choices require little explanation, but I’ll at least drop in a token thought for each of them. Links are provided where possible to the music to give you an idea regarding anything with which you’re not yet familiar. Some of these songs I like a great deal on their own. Some of them I don’t care about stripped of their Met context. I did gather each of them up to make sure this project would be exactly what I wanted it to be in 1999. These days I just make playlists and the whole thing goes a lot quicker. Back then, doing a tape like this was the ultimate labor of love. But so was what the 1999 Mets did for me, so we’re even.

Without further adieu…meet the Medley.

1. Final notes of “Meet The Mets” (organ instrumental)

FROMMeet The Mets” by Jane Jarvis, 1996 recording, given away at Shea on Meet The Mets CD Day, 9/15/96

BECAUSE Not that I needed to fall in love with this song all over again, but I did. The fall of ’96 was a very bittersweet time to be a Mets fan. You had the usual melancholy of a losing season winding down. You had the distracting uplift of the team records tied or set by Lance Johnson, Todd Hundley and Bernard Gilkey. And you had that whole other thing elsewhere in the city. Hearing “Meet The Mets” over and over again on CD was just what I needed.

2. “It was a very good year.”

FROMIt Was A Very Good Year” by Frank Sinatra

BECAUSE 1999 was a very good year.

3. “Many years since I was here.”

FROMNew York Groove” by Ace Frehley

BECAUSE First playoff appearance in more than a decade. I had this song in my mind as the soundtrack for the 1996 run to glory that never occurred. I could see Jason Isringhausen and Bill Pulsipher starring in a video that would be shown before every game on DiamondVision. I swear I could.

4. “The summer here is over in a million different ways.”

FROMIt’s Never Too Late To Be Alone” by Del Amitri

BECAUSE The pervading sadness that the playoffs and all that preceded them were over in a million different ways.

5. “Give me one more summer.”

FROMOne More Summer” by the Rainmakers

BECAUSE The pervading determination to relive those playoffs and all that preceded them.

6. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon. We’re gonna get it started.”

FROMC’mon C’mon (We’re Gonna Get It Started)” by Sloan

BECAUSE Rebooting and reliving 1999. When I discovered this song via the defunct MuchMusic channel in 1998, I wished the Mets would take the field to this.

7. “Are you ready?”

FROMAre You Ready For Love?” by Elton John and the Spinners

BECAUSE The Mets’ ’99 enigmatic marketing theme was Are You Ready?

8. “Baby, I’m ready to go.”

FROMReady To Go” by Republica

BECAUSE After the painfully short Wild Card bit of ’98, I sure as hell was ready to go in ’99. Orel Hershiser warmed up to this jock jam staple as a Met though I doubt he specifically requested it.

9. “Keep the ball rollin’, keep the ball rollin’.”

FROMKeep The Ball Rollin’” by Jay & The Techniques

BECAUSE Twofold meaning here: a desire to keep this positive vibe going and a reference to the most famous play in Mets history, one that involved a ground ball rolling ’til it rolled through a first baseman’s legs. I secured this 45 during the summer of ’99 for reasons unrelated to baseball. Every Memorial Day, WABC would air “Rewound,” a salute to their awesome MusicRadio heritage. I’d come out of it with a yen for three or four songs I hadn’t heard before or in ages. This one wasn’t on CD — and what was an MP3, exactly?

10. “Heaven let your light shine down.”

FROMShine” by Collective Soul

BECAUSE The runup to 1999 begins with the theme songs I attached to the years directly preceding it. I had a song for the 1994 Mets, and this was it. Perfect confluence. The Mets were playing not bad, which was a big step up from previous seasons. And this was a big hit on the radio while they were improving.

11. “These are better days.”

FROMBetter Days” by Bruce Springsteen

BECAUSE This was 1995’s theme, second half, when the Mets finished on a 34-18 tear, leaving me bursting with optimism for ’96.

12. “It’s going to take some time this time.”

FROMIt’s Going To Take Some Time” by the Carpenters.

BECAUSE The cold slap of reality in 1996 showed me it wasn’t going to be easy to follow up the perceived steps up from ’94 and ’95.

13. “Hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us.”

FROMHope Of Deliverance” by Paul McCartney

BECAUSE This described the mood that came over me as the 1997 season revealed itself as the delightful surprise of the decade. We were being delivered from the disappointments of the preceding six losing campaigns. Temporally, this song also reminds me of the early spring of 1993 when there was a horrible nor’easter that foreshadowed a horrible blizzard of baseball to come.

14. “Coming out of the dark.”

FROMComing Out Of The Dark” by Gloria Estefan

BECAUSE Continuing the 1997 deliverance theme.

15. “I want something else to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life, baby.”

FROMSemi-Charmed Life” by Third Eye Blind

BECAUSE As revelatory as 1997 was, I noticed that as the Mets rose, I became more and more wrapped up in all their ups and all their downs. I hadn’t felt that way in a long time and, as exhilarating as it was, it was also wearing on me. 1997 really ignited a whole new level of passion for the Mets that I continue to maintain to this day. It’s often a wonderful thing. Sometimes it’s only a semi-wonderful thing.

16. “It’s been one week since you looked at me.”

FROMOne Week” by Barenaked Ladies

BECAUSE The one week in question is the final week of the 1998 season, the week when the Mets went 0-5 and lost the one-game Wild Card lead they held on the penultimate Sunday of the season. The song was a hit that fall. Seemed too close to be a coincidence. That last week of ’98 weighed heavily on me vis-à-vis making it to the playoffs in ’99.

17. “Everything falls apart.”

FROMEverything Falls Apart” by Dog’s Eye View

BECAUSE Everything fell apart during the aforementioned week.

18. “Someday, you will ache like I ache.”

FROMDoll Parts” by Hole

BECAUSE Future collapses have perhaps obscured it, but boy did that one week hurt.

19. “Through all the gloom, through all the gloom, I can see the rays of ravishing light. And glory!”

FROMIs Anybody There?” by William Daniels as John Adams in the motion picture version of 1776

BECAUSE For some people, the Beach Boys represent a summer soundtrack. For me, it’s this movie’s soundtrack. It has been a staple for Stephanie and me every Fourth of July since 1991. John Adams saw victory over the horizon despite the odds stacked so dauntingly against him. And that’s how I had to make myself feel after 1998 and again as 1999’s regular season careened to its exciting conclusion.

20. “Turn this thing around. I will not go quietly.”

FROMI Will Not Go Quietly” by Don Henley

BECAUSE This first became a Mets song for me in 1997 as that season progressed, though the first time I heard it was the first time I was dragged (yes, dragged) to a strip club, in 1989. It was a beverage convention in Las Vegas and kind of a rite of passage. It was a cringey experience, but least I got this song out of it.

21. “Take this losing hand and make it win.”

FROMLeaving Las Vegas” by Sheryl Crow

BECAUSE Same principle as above (same city, too!). Heard it one morning on my Walkman in ’97 and its match for what I was thinking floored me. I walked around thinking about the Mets a lot in 1997.

22. “It’s not over ’til it’s over.”

FROMIt’s Not Over (‘Til It’s Over)” by Starship

Revived from the 1987 divisional run when this was a hit. Points to Starship for co-opting from Yogi when he was managing the Mets. Points deducted for this and most of their songs rather sucking. And for the Mets being over a few games too soon in 1987.

23. “Maybe I’m amazed.”

FROM: “Maybe I’m Amazed” by Paul McCartney

BECAUSE Thought I should have a song with some variation of Amazin’ in here. Was surprised I didn’t own it when I was doing the medley. Ran out to the CD Warehouse in Rockville Centre to purchase a used copy. I was quite devoted to my medleys.

24. “Here they come again. Catch us if you can.”

FROMCatch Us If You Can” by the Dave Clark Five

BECAUSE Another 1997-born Mets connection. In very early July of that seminal year, the Mets had begun to look like pretenders. Then they re-energized and took three in a row from the Wild Card-leading Marlins before the All-Star Break. Here, I thought, we come again. And maybe we’ll be the ones being chased before this semi-charmed kind of year is over.

25. “Said that we can do it, you know I wanna do it again.”

FROMEvery Morning” by Sugar Ray

BECAUSE A call for another playoff year in 2000. And a call to replay the thrills of 1999.

26. “No retreat, baby, no surrender.”

FROMNo Surrender” by Bruce Springsteen

BECAUSE This was the theme of the official highlight video for the patron saint of near-miss Met seasons, 1985. No surrender in ’85 and we got ’86. No surrender in ’99 either, baby.

27. “You make me believe.”

FROMYou Make Me Believe” by Simply Red

28. “And I just can’t help believing.”

FROMI Just Can’t Help Believing” by B.J. Thomas

29. “Now I’m a believer.”

FROMI’m A Believer” by the Monkees

30. “I believe…”

FROMMy Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion

31. “Still I look to find a reason to believe.”

FROMReason To Believe by Don Williams

The previous five tracks are BECAUSE You Gotta Believe.

32. “If you believe within your soul, just hold on tight and don’t let go.”

FROMMake It Happen” by Mariah Carey

BECAUSE It’s not enough just to Believe.

33. “Don’t let go. Don’t let go.”

FROMDon’t Let Go” by Isaac Hayes

BECAUSE When you’ve lost seven in a row in September, it’s tough to hang on.

34. “I’m alive. Yeah, yeah.”

FROMPower To The Meek” by Eurythmics

BECAUSE We were alive after the mess we were in.

35. “Winter’s gonna turn to spring.”

FROMIt Only Takes A Minute” by Tavares

BECAUSE Spring equals baseball. Baseball equals hope. Hope equals 1999 Mets.

36. “There’re just so many summers, babe, and just so many springs.”

FROMThe Last Worthless Evening” by Don Henley

BECAUSE We only get one baseball season per year. Let us not blow it.

37. “No, they can’t take that away from me.”

FROMThey Can’t Take That Away From Me” by Lisa Stansfield

BECAUSE Win or lose, my baseball season is my baseball season. Most every season in the ’90s gave me a reason to want to give that up, but my love for this game was too strong.

38. “Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night.”

FROMThunder Road” by Bruce Springsteen

BECAUSE The “because” is pretty obvious, but a word on the version used, the acoustic one from the Live box released in the fall of 1986. I was visiting a friend shortly after the World Series and we were in my rented convertible playing the first cassette from the boxed set, and it was only then that the lyric struck me as perfect for what the Mets did on October 25. It also didn’t hurt that we were on Nebraska Avenue. I knew a guy in high school who used “the town full of losers” line as his obnoxious yearbook quote, so I never really liked this song until that moment. Post-Buckner, I claimed it for the Mets.

39. “I see fireworks! I see the pageant and pomp and parade!”

FROM “Is Anybody There?”

BECAUSE John Adams saw great things that awaited beyond Independence. I saw those awesome fireworks they set off at Shea during the NLDS and imagined a whole Continental Congress worth of ticker tape.

40. “A miracle in the rain.”

FROMRiders To The Stars” by Barry Manilow

BECAUSE You tell me what the Grand Slam Single was.

41. “I guess the Lord must be in New York City.”

FROMI Guess The Lord Must Be In New York City” by Harry Nilsson

BECAUSE You tell me Who was in the Upper Deck that night. (Song re-entered my consciousness after hearing it in You’ve Got Mail, which was the only redeeming feature of You’ve Got Mail.)

42. “Can’t you feel the town exploding?”

FROMWith A Little Luck by Paul McCartney & Wings

BECAUSE In the spring of 1986 when the Rangers reached the Stanley Cup semifinals, WAPP (The Apple 103.5 FM) put together a montage not unlike this one to cheer on the local team. This very snippet was used, and I couldn’t wait for October, anticipating the even greater montage the station would compile on the Mets’ behalf. ‘APP switched formats to dance in August, so there went that modest dream.

43. “So baby, you better believe I’m back — back in the New York groove.”

FROM “New York Groove”

BECAUSE The town exploded because of the Mets.

44. “Heaven — it was heaven. I have never known a bliss. Witnessed anything like this.”

FROMThe Way To Your Heart” by Soulsister

BECAUSE This was a minor hit in the summer of ’89 that I spent about four years trying to track down until something called the Internet made it available on CD in the summer of ’99. First thing I ever found via this crazy series of tubes. Anyway, I never witnessed anything like the next sound you’ll hear.

45. “Ventura is waiting. McGlinchy staring in has his sign. The two-one pitch. AND A DRIVE IN THE AIR TO DEEP RIGHT FIELD! THAT BALL HEADED TOWARD THE WALL… THAT BALL IS… OUTTA HERE! OUTTA HERE! A GAME-WINNING GRAND SLAM HOME RUN OFF THE BAT OF ROBIN VENTURA! VENTURA WITH A GRAND SLAM! THEY’RE MOBBING HIM BEFORE HE CAN GET TO SECOND BASE! THE METS HAVE WON THE BALLGAME!”

—Gary Cohen

46. “The New York Mets are on the air!”

FROM Let’s Go Mets, an LP of audio highlights from the 1964 season. The announcer welcoming you to Mets baseball is Ralph Kiner.

BECAUSE Believe it or not, everything up to “Ventura is waiting” was prelude. The real tribute starts now.

47. “We got the teamwork to make the dream work. Let’s go…let’s go Mets!”

FROMLet’s Go Mets!” by New York’s Dream Team

BECAUSE Some concepts, such as teamwork and dreams working are eternal, whether it’s 1986 or 1999.

48. “Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles.”

FROMMiracle Of Miracles” by Leonard Frey, who played Motel in the film version of Fiddler On The Roof.

BECAUSE I saw Fiddler on Broadway in 1971, but it always puts me in mind of 1969.

49. “It’s a miracle (miracle), a true blue spectacle, a miracle come true.”

FROMIt’s A Miracle” by Barry Manilow

BECAUSE Hitting you over the head with a big Met theme, of course. This song also pulls me back to 1975, the Sunday I attended my first baseball card show at the then Statler Hilton across from Penn Station. We went out to dinner afterwards and my dad asked to see which cards I got. I handed him a bunch of old Mets, one of which — Ron Locke, 1965 — he dropped in some salad dressing. Not much miraculous there, I admit.

50. “You have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way.”

FROMMagic” by Olivia Newton-John

BECAUSE In the summer of 1980, The Magic [Was] Back. And as it was tightening its grip on my imagination, Olivia Newton-John gave the season a soundtrack.

51. “It’s a kind of magic, magic, magic, magic.”

FROMA Kind Of Magic” by Queen

BECAUSE I somehow managed to never hear this song ’til like 1995. But once I did, I knew what it was about, about, about, about.

52. “Oh, ho, ho, it’s magic, you know, never believe it’s not so. It’s magic.”

FROMMagic” by Pilot

BECAUSE I think we have a pretty solid theme going here. Big favorite when it came out in 1975. Amazin’ revival for it, in my head, in 1980.

53. “We’ve got magic to do just for you. We’ve got miracles plays to play.”

FROMMagic To Do” by Ben Vereen

BECAUSE In the fall of 1973, a commercial for Pippin showed up an awful lot on local TV. Off Broadway, over in Queens, an even bigger production was generating great reviews. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that the Mets were making magic at the same time.

54. “Mantei’s one-oh, and a high fly ball deep to center field, back goes Finley, goin’ back, warning track, AT THE WALL…JUMPING…”

—Gary Cohen

55. “We’ve got parts to perform, hearts to warm. Kings and things to take by storm…”

FROM “Magic To Do”

BECAUSE The song came roaring back to me 25 years later, down the stretch in 1998. Didn’t work, but it bubbled up yet again in June of ’99. We had been making something of a move on first place just before Stephanie and I were heading to Boston to visit Fenway. Of more import to me was the Mets were traveling to Atlanta that very same weekend. “Kings and things to take by storm,” eh? The Mets won the first game of that series. A sweep would tie them for first. It didn’t work yet again, but the Mets were always finding magic to do.

56. “AND…IT’S OUTTA HERE! IT’S OUTTA HERE! PRATT HIT IT OVER THE FENCE! FINLEY JUMPED AND HE MISSED IT! THE METS WIN THE BALLGAME! THE METS WIN THE BALLGAME! ON A HOME RUN OVER THE CENTER FIELD FENCE, BY TODD PRATT! THE METS HAVE WON THE SERIES, THREE GAMES TO ONE!”

—Gary Cohen

57. “As we go along our way.”

FROM “Magic To Do”

BECAUSE Miracle plays to play, you say?

58. “True believers livin’ on the borderline.”

FROMHot Rod Hearts” by Robbie Dupree

59. “Do you believe in life after love? I can feel something inside me say I really don’t think you’re strong enough, no.”

FROMBelieve” by Cher

60. “I must confess, I still believe (still believe).”

FROM…Baby One More Time” by Britney Spears

61. “Don’t stop believin’, don’t stop believin’, don’t stop believin’.”

FROMDon’t Stop Believin’” by Olivia Newton-John

62. “Good god, I’m a believer.”

FROMAre You Jimmy Ray?” by Jimmy Ray

63. “I believe in miracles.”

FROMI Believe In You And Me” by Whitney Houston

The previous six tracks are also BECAUSE You Gotta Believe.

64. “When the night is falling, you cannot find the light (light). You feel your dreams are dying, hold tight.”

FROMYou Get What You Give” by New Radicals

BECAUSE Well, sure, the not giving up and all that, but on a more personal level, as the 1999 season was revealing itself as something special, I opted one Sunday to drive to Shea instead of taking the train. That’s never an easy decision for me, prone to panic attacks when behind the wheel, particularly on a highway. I tried it with trepidation. This song came on a tape I was listening to as I merged on to the Southern State. I accelerated against all doubt. (As an aside, I liked that this, as well as several selections dotting the medley, were actually from 1999. I didn’t realize I was still paying that much attention musically at the then ripe old age of 36.)

65. “Talkin’ baseball — baseball and the Mets.”

FROMTalkin’ Baseball (Baseball And The Mets)” by Terry Cashman

BECAUSE Dreams dying…holding tight…you know what you’re talkin’ when you’re talkin’ like that. And you know who’s talkin’ it. Terry Cashman recorded a Mets version of his original “Talkin’ Baseball (Willie, Mickey & The Duke)” in 1982 and would re-record to keep up with roster additions as events merited. [Cashman would do one for 2000 and another for 2006, the latter of whose historical cataloguing included the line “Ventura hit that one-run grand slam.”]

66. “Clontz is ready to go. Pitching off the stretch. Deals to Piazza…Low and outside — IT GETS AWAY! ONTO THE SCREEN! MORA SCORES! THE METS WIN IT! THE METS WIN IT! MORA IS MOBBED BY HIS TEAMMATES AS HE CROSSES HOME PLATE, THE METS WIN IN GAME NUMBER ONE-HUNDRED AND SIXTY-TWO, AND THE METS WILL PLAY AGAIN IN NINETEEN NINETY-NINE!”

—Gary Cohen

67. Opening notes to the single version of “1999” (instrumental)

FROM1999” by Prince

BECAUSE The Mets would play again in 1999.

68.“Here’s the pitch…swung, lined hard, CAUGHT! The game is over! The Mets win it! They’re on their way to Arizona! The Mets have won the Wild Card in the National League.”

—Bob Murphy

69. “Wild boys! Wild boys! Wild boys! Wild boys!”

FROMWild Boys” by Duran Duran

BECAUSE Shea PA took to playing this in September ’98 and October ’99 as the Mets sought the Wild Card. Once it was captured in Cincinnati, somebody in New York had to play it.

70. “1999! Don’t ya wanna go? 1999!”

FROM “1999” by Prince

BECAUSE Don’t I wanna go? When it came to the moment when the Mets crossed the threshold from playoff hopefuls to playoff participants, I never wanted to leave.

71. “We’ve come a long, long way together, through the hard times and the good.”

FROMPraise You” by Fatboy Slim

BECAUSE At that moment of Wild Card clinching, I thought of everybody with whom I’d come through the hard times of Mets rooting. And now we had us some good.

72. “And your heart beats like a subway train. Ooh, it makes you wanna die.”

FROMMaria” by Blondie

BECAUSE Debbie Harry knew exactly what my insides felt like, going to and coming from Shea.

73. “We haven’t had that spirit here since 1969.”

FROMHotel California” by the Eagles

BECAUSE We begin our own historical cataloguing.

74. “Was the summer of ’69.”

FROMSummer of ’69” by Bryan Adams

BECAUSE We don’t pass up the incredibly obvious.

75. “Seventy-three men sailed up from the San Francisco Bay.”

FROMRide Captain Ride” by Blues Image

BECAUSE Nor do we pass up the contextually obscure. Not a lot of songs mentioned 1973, but this one came close — and hinted at the vicinity of that year’s World Series!

76. “And after 1986, what else could be new?”

FROMModern Woman” by Billy Joel

BECAUSE A song that mentioned 1986, released in 1986, by my favorite singer/songwriter…yet I really couldn’t stand it when it was a hit. I now understand it was just waiting for its medley closeup.

77. “Hey — 98…”

FROM98.6 by Keith.

BECAUSE I swear, this is the last time I dredge up the year that directly preceded 1999.

78. “Such a sad, sad season (sad, sad season), when a good love dies.”

FROMI’ve Got To Use My Imagination” by Gladys Knight & The Pips

BECAUSE Except for restating how scarred that particular collapse left me, which is why I so desperately desired an antidote to cure the lingering aftereffects from that sad, sad season.

79. “99, I’ve been waiting so long.”

FROM99” by Toto

BECAUSE Toto serenaded ’99 in 1980. Prescient fellows. Me, I waited eleven years for the Mets to return to the playoffs. Long enough.

80. “Finally, it’s happened to me, right in front of my face, my feelings can’t describe it.”

FROMFinally” by CeCe Peniston

BECAUSE The wait was finally over. And once the hubbub died down on October 4, this is the song I opted to slide into the CD player.

81. “Maybe for the only time in my life, something in the air (something in the air) turning me around and guiding me right.”

FROMPrime Time” by the Alan Parsons Project

BECAUSE I’d say this whole period was pretty unprecedented in my life, even as Metted up as I had been for thirty years to that point.

82. “High above all time and space, and I remember summer days.”

FROMSummer Days” by the Partridge Family

BECAUSE Backing up a bit, to that summer that preceded that fall…

83. “Since that summer, since that summer.”

FROMSummer Girls” by LFO

BECAUSE…when I sat high above all time, space and Shea Stadium and witnessed what was, to that point, the greatest thing I’d ever witnessed there.

84. “Now Rivera brings the hands together…runners take a lead at all three bases. One-two to Franco…LINE DRIVE base hit into right field! Henderson scores! Here comes Alfonzo…here comes O’Neill’s throw to the plate…Alfonzo slides…he’s safe, the Mets win it! THE METS WIN IT! MATT FRANCO WITH A LINE DRIVE SINGLE TO RIGHT AND HE’S BEING MOBBED BY HIS TEAMMATES! Matt Franco, a two-run single off Mariano Rivera in the bottom of the ninth inning, and the Mets win it, nine to eight!”

—Gary Cohen

85. “So, what ya think? You like the Yankees or the Mets this year?”

FROMRight And Wrong” by Joe Jackson

BECAUSE On July 10, 1999, as much as any day, the answer was easy.

86. “Hurray! I’m for the other team!”

FROMInterjections!” by Essra Mohawk, from SchoolHouse Rock

BECAUSE Only for argument’s sake and the tenor of the times were the Mets the “other” team. They were the only team in my book…on July 10 and on any day.

87. “Polaroid camera, stereo sets, season box, to see the Mets!”

FROMThis Is The Life” by Billy Daniels and Sammy Davis, Jr. from Golden Boy

BECAUSE It was circa 1975 that on a Sunday night i was watching Sammy and Company, the talk show hosted by Sammy Davis, Jr. Even for its genre, it was pretty unctuous (parodied to perfection years later on SCTV as the Sammy Maudlin Show). Yet I carried with me one minute memory from those late Sunday nights with Sammy: He performed a number from a Broadway show in which he starred in the ’60s, Golden Boy, and the song mentioned the Mets in a very positive connotation — a component of the good life, as it were. One afternoon in September 1999, the lyric about a season box to see the Mets clicked on in my mental jukebox. For the hell of it, I headed to a nearby Barnes & Noble and…found it! Golden Boy‘s soundtrack from 1964 was inexplicably readily available 35 years after the fact.

88. “These are a few of my favorite things.”

FROMMy Favorite Things” by Al Jarreau and Kathleen Battle

BECAUSE Just echoing Sammy here. I don’t know about the Polaroid, but imagine a season box to see the Mets…

89. “Mister Mojo Risin’. Mister Mojo Risin’. Mister Mojo Risin’. Mister Mojo Risin’.”

FROML.A. Woman” by the Doors.

BECAUSE You didn’t think I was going to let this pitch go by much longer, did you?

90. “Hot fun in the summertime. Hot fun in the summertime. Hot fun in the summertime. Hot fun in the summertime.”

FROMHot Fun In The Summertime” by Sly & The Family Stone

BECAUSE This is a great song, and the ’99 Mets were hot fun in their summertime and all, but to tell you the truth, I just needed a breather after invoking Mr. Mojo’s rise.

91. “Talkin’ ’bout sweet seasons on my mind.”

FROMSweet Seasons” by Carole King

BECAUSE This, too, is appropriate enough to that sweet season, if a little on the nose. I’m still thinking about “L.A. Woman” and I’m still blown away by how the Mojo Risin’ thing caught on, how Robin Ventura invented it in the clubhouse and the rest of us were brought in. Metsdom’s greatest borrowed hit, Metsdom’s biggest inside joke, so to speak.

92. “Seasons of love. Seasons of love.”

FROMSeasons Of Love” by Stevie Wonder & the Cast of Rent

BECAUSE I’d been looking to hook the Mets up with this song (particularly this version from the soundtrack) since I first heard it in September of ’96. 1996 was not a big season of love for the Mets, save for Lance Johnson, I suppose. As long as we were on the season theme, it worked for 1999. A lot to love, you know.

93. “Join us, leave your field to flower. Join us, leave your cheese to sour. Join us, come and waste an hour or two…doodle-ee-do.”

FROM “Magic To Do”

BECAUSE From one Broadway favorite back to another. The opening lyrics invite you to stay for the show, but they’re perfect for a ballgame. And they provide us the perfect entrée to check out the lineup, more or less, for your 1999 New York Mets.

94. Instrumental portion from “Searching” by Change Featuring Luther Vandross

BECAUSE It’s Rickey Henderson’s at-bat music.

95. Instrumental portion from “Happy Days” by Pratt & McClain, representing Edgardo Alfonzo

BECAUSE Fonzie! OK, I cheated here. Fonzie’s at-bat music in 1999 was “Ran Kan Kan” by Tito Puente, but I didn’t know the name nor was there a Google or an iTunes around to help me figure it out. But aaaayyyy, when Fonzie was a Met, they were all happy days.

96. Instrumental portion from “Beast Of Burden” by the Rolling stones.

BECAUSE It’s John Olerud’s at-bat music.

97. Instrumental portion from “Voodoo Child (Slight Return)” by the Jimi Hendrix Experience

BECAUSE It’s so Mike Piazza’s at-bat music.

98. Instrumental portion from “Runnin’ Down A Dream” by Tom Petty

BECAUSE It’s Robin Ventura’s at-bat music.

99. Instrumental portion from “Bennie And The Jets” by Elton John

BECAUSE It’s Benny Agbayani’s at-bat music, though the theme from Hawaii Five-O was known to sneak in from time to time.

100. “Quicker than a ray of light, quicker than a ray of light, quicker than a ray of light!”

FROMRay Of Light” by Madonna

BECAUSE Mild cheat here. They played this for Rey Ordoñez when he got a big hit (which means they didn’t have much cause to play it), but his prevailing at-bat music was, of course, “Boom Boom Boom” by the Outhere Brothers, immediately recognizable but irksomely unidentifiable, at least to me a decade ago.

101. Instrumental portion from “Sirius” by the Alan Parsons Project

BECAUSE I didn’t know that tense music Shea’s A/V squad cued up when the opposing battery conferenced when the Mets had runners on base in the late innings had a name. Then I got hold of the Alan Parsons CD with “Prime Time” on it and discovered that it was “Sirius,” as in time to get serious and drive this pitcher from the mound.

102. Instrumental portion from “All Along The Watchtower” by the Jimi Hendrix Experience

BECAUSE It’s Matt Franco’s at-bat music. All that conferencing, and you have to face our best pinch-hitter!

103. Instrumental portion from “Born To Run” by Bruce Springsteen

BECAUSE I realize we’re batting out of order here (and have no centerfielder), but this is the music to which New Jersey’s own Al Leiter warmed up. I’m not certain as to whether he batted to it. It’s not like it particularly mattered now, did it?

104. Instrumental portion from “Johnny B. Goode” by Chuck Berry

BECAUSE It’s John Franco’s longtime trot-in music. Franco lost his closer role to injury and Armando Benitez, but I didn’t know what Armando came into in ’99 and I wasn’t about to ask him.

105. Instrumental portion from “Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of…)” by Lou Bega

BECAUSE The role that “Lazy Mary” would eventually take on was, for a very brief period in September 1999 — maybe only for the Sunday I remember it playing, against the Rockies — the province of this contemporary semi-novelty hit. It was the seventh-inning stretch, it was after “Take Me Out To The Ball Game” and it was all Lou Bega. Very bouncy. Darryl Hamilton had hit a grand slam in the fifth. Everything felt bouncy. Not a little bit of worry to be had in Metland…right?

106.“Now it’s time for a breakdown.”

FROMMy Lovin’ (You’re Never Gonna Get It)” by En Vogue

BECAUSE We’re having so much fun watching our Mets. But now there’s a break in the action — and, yes, a breakdown in the 1999 Mets. A rather incurable breakdown.

107. “My beer is Rheingold the dry beer. Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer.”

FROM The Rheingold jingle of yore

BECAUSE Our story is about to take a dramatic turn. So naturally there’s a commercial. And who better to serve as sponsor than the Mets’ original beer benefactor, and the brand that was making a modestly successful comeback in the marketplace in the late ’90s?

108. “Nothing new, Atlanta. Into the spotlight, one more time, just in time to play.”

FROMCamellia” by Hall & Oates

BECAUSE Couple things here. First, this is the track whose deployment in all this, quite frankly, impressed me the most. I didn’t know this song from a hole in the head for most of its existence, yet somehow managed to stumble onto it while listening to a greatest hits CD after the playoffs were over. “ATLANTA? ONE MORE TIME TO PLAY?” Wow, I thought, Hall & Oates wrote a song anticipating Game Six. Stepping back from my appreciation of my medley luck, this is the moment more than any other on this tape that makes me choke up every time I hear it. I’m right back to eight o’clock, Tuesday night, October 19. I had such high hopes for that game. Win Game Six. Force Game Seven. It was all going to happen. C’mon Mets, into the spotlight. Play one more time and one more time after that…

109. “But it’s a rainy night in Georgia. Baby, it’s a rainy night in Georgia.”

FROMRainy Night In Georgia” by Brook Benton

BECAUSE Sigh.

110. “Ohmigod, they killed Kenny. Ohmigod, they killed Kenny. Ohmigod, they killed Kenny. Ohmigod, they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead. Son of a bitch!”

FROMMentally Dull (Think Tank Remix)” by Vitro Featuring the Cast of South Park

BECAUSE Kenny Rogers threw four balls, so he’s killed four times. Son of a bitch!

111. “I feel it’s raining all over the world.”

FROM “Rainy Night In Georgia”

BECAUSE It was dark, it was late, it was solemn. It was raining all over the world wherever a Mets fan stood without the sense to come in out of it.

112. “Come on babe, let’s kiss this thing. Come on babe, let’s kiss this thing goodbye.”

FROMKiss This Thing Goodbye” by Del Amitri

BECAUSE Acceptance, denial, whatever the stages of grief are. It’s worth noting that this song came up on my Walkman on the LIRR ride home after Game Three of the NLCS when we went down 3-0 and I was resigned to kissing this thing goodbye. But then Game Four and Game Five and I was anything but puckered up.

113. “Why can’t you just get it through your head? It’s over, it’s over now.”

FROMIt’s Over” by Boz Scaggs

BECAUSE Anger? Acceptance? I wasn’t buying it. How could it be over?

114. “Someday, yeah, we’ll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun. Someday, when the world is much brighter.”

FROMO-o-h Child” by the Five Stairsteps

BECAUSE This is where I say the hell with grief and start looking ahead.

115. “Some say better things will come our way.”

FROMSomeday” by Sugar Ray

BECAUSE Looking ahead with the kind of optimism that someone who watched the 1999 Mets go down fighting deserves as his worldview.

116. “Won’t be long ’til summer comes, now that the boys are here again.”

FROMThe Boys Are Back In Town” by Thin Lizzy

BECAUSE It’s the dead of winter, but leave me alone with that nonsense. It’s time to…

117. “Meet the Mets, meet the Mets, step right up and greet the Mets.”

FROMMeet The Mets” by the Glen Osser Orchestra and Chorus

BECAUSE If the boys are back in town, even psychologically, somebody’s got to go pick them up at the station, right?

118. “Get Metsmerized! Get Metsmerized!”

FROM That George Foster record that’s so godawful that it’s…no, it’s godawful. Even I think it’s godawful, and I have dubious musical taste to say the least.

BECAUSE Nevertheless, it doesn’t take much to stoke us.

119. “Don’t stop believin’! Hold on to that feelin’!”

FROMDon’t Stop Believin’” by Journey

120. “If only you believed like I believe, we’d get by. If only you believed in miracles, so would I.”

FROMMiracles” by Jefferson Starship.

121. “I believe in miracles since you came along.”

FROMYou Sexy Thing” by Hot Chocolate

122. “There can be miracles when you believe.”

FROMWhen You Believe” by Mariah Carey & Whitney Houston

The previous four tracks are BECAUSE elimination from the National League Championship Series is no reason to let down.

123. “Gotta have faith (faith!) and get it fast. Faith and hope (hope!) if you let it last. Give us strength (strength!) to reach the stars. Put a song in our heart.”

FROMPeace In Our Time” by Eddie Money

BECAUSE Giving up when, say, down four runs in the ninth against an ace pitcher never did anybody any good.

124. “The pitch to Olerud…line drive…BASE HIT INTO LEFT FIELD! In comes Lopez! Here comes Cedeño! Here’s comes Gant’s throw from left field…the slide…SAFE, THE METS WIN IT! THE METS WIN IT! Cedeño slides home under the tag of Mike Lieberthal, a two-run GAME-WINNING single for John Olerud, the Mets score FIVE RUNS off Curt Schilling in the bottom of the ninth inning, and the Mets win it in a REMARKABLE finish!”

—Gary Cohen

125. “‘Cause I gotta have faith. I gotta have faith. ‘Cause I gotta have faith, a-faith, a-faith. I gotta have faith, a-faith, a-faith.”

FROMFaith” by George Michael

BECAUSE I developed faith across days like the Schilling game.

126. “All I need is a miracle. All I need is you. All I need is a miracle. All I need is you.”

FROMAll I Need Is A Miracle” by Mike & The Mechanics

BECAUSE It helps to have your faith validated every now and then.

127. “I’m talkin’ baseball — baseball and the Mets.”

FROM “Talkin’ Baseball (Baseball And The Mets)”

BECAUSE Believe, Faith and Miracle constitute the foundation of our shared lexicon.

128. “What a beautiful noise, comin’ up from the park.”

FROMBeautiful Noise” by Neil Diamond

129. “It’s the New York City rhythm runnin’ through my life. (City rhythm!)”

FROMNew York City Rhythm” by Barry Manilow

130. “It’s a sign of the times, and a year ago, I never could have seen it.”

FROMA Sign Of The Times” by Petula Clark

131. “I’ll make a brand new start of it in old New York.”

FROMTheme From New York, New York” by Liza Minnelli

The previous four tracks are BECAUSE each was featured in the Mets’ 25th anniversary video, An Amazin’ Era, and each remained relevant in the Mets 38th season. I particularly like the allusion Pet Clark makes to never having seen 1999 coming in 1998. And in case you’re wondering, the Mets were the first team to regularly play “New York, New York” in their stadium, in 1980 — Liza’s version, which, happily, is the best version.

132. “But in Queens I wear the crown. And the boys never let me down. Someday we’re gonna tear up this town.”

FROMUnder The Clock” by Janey Street

BECAUSE Damn if some songs weren’t born for this kind of thing…

133. “The two-one pitch…HIGH FLY ball hit deep to left field…way, way back, it’s going…yah, there it goes! Mike Piazza, a three-run homer! Oh my goodness! Where did that land? It hit the picnic tent, beyond the left field bullpen, about halfway up on the picnic tent roof!

—Bob Murphy and Gary Cohen

134. “Believe in the magic of a young girl’s soul. Believe in the magic of a-rock ‘n’ roll. Believe in the magic that can set you free…ohh!”

FROMDo You Believe In Magic?” by the Lovin’ Spoonful

BECAUSE I also believed in Mike. He was tearing up this town.

135. Instrumental portion from “Rock ‘N’ Roll (Part 2)” by Gary Glitter, albeit punctuated by the occasional “Hey!”

BECAUSE Mike, not having let us down, is rounding the bases.

136. “You made me believe in magic. Your love’s put a magic into my life.”

FROMYou Made Me Believe In Magic” by the Bay City Rollers

BECAUSE Mike, the Mets, all of them. They all made me Believe in Magic in 1999.

137. “We can be heroes just for one day.”

FROMHeroes” by David Bowie

BECAUSE The Mets played it after a Saturday afternoon win in June against the Red Sox. I guess it didn’t catch on. But still, for one day…for 97 regular-season days and five more in the postseason, they could be a lot.

138. “Singin’ we will, we will rock you. We will, we will rock you.”

FROMWe Will Rock You” by Queen

BECAUSE We perfected this in 1986. We popularized it. It’s ours. We will always rock you, whoever you are.

139. “And the Mets have won a ballgame!”

FROM Lindsey Nelson, in another wonderful nugget from the 1964 Let’s Go Mets album.

BECAUSE Whether you’ve won 108 ballgames, 53 ballgames or a slew of unbelievable ballgames, there’s always something to get excited about.

140. “Got to keep on risin’! Mister Mojo Risin’! Mister Mojo Risin’! Mojo Risin’! Gotta Mojo Risin’!”

FROM “L.A. Woman”

BECAUSE Why on earth would you want to stop risin’?

141. “Suddenly serene. The air is fresh and clean. Another rainy day in New York City.”

FROMAnother Rainy Day In New York City” by Chicago

BECAUSE Rain? New York? This can only mean one thing…ENCORE!

142. “A DRIVE IN THE AIR TO DEEP RIGHT FIELD! THAT BALL HEADED TOWARD THE WALL… THAT BALL IS… OUTTA HERE! OUTTA HERE! A GAME-WINNING GRAND SLAM HOME RUN OFF THE BAT OF ROBIN VENTURA!”

—Gary Cohen

143. “And I’d play all day if I could.”

FROMAll Day by Lisa Loeb, from The Rugrats Movie soundtrack

BECAUSE Fifteen innings. And they could have gone on another fifteen if it meant getting drive in the air to deep right field.

144. “The sun is shinin’, c’mon get happy, the Lord is waitin’ to take your hand. Shout hallelujah, c’mon get happy, we’re goin’ to the promised land.”

FROMGet Happy” by Jane Horrocks on the Little Voice soundtrack

BECAUSE Watched this movie in early September. It was all right, but this song made me get the soundtrack. And Robin Ventura made me think of this song. And this song makes me think of Robin Ventura in the bottom of the fifteenth.

145. “Another rainy day in New York City.”

FROM “Another Rainy Day In New York City”

BECAUSE I’d reckon there was only one rainy day in New York City like October 17, 1999.

146. “You and me gonna touch the sky.”

FROM “Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of…)”

147. “If I could reach higher, just for one moment touch the sky, from that one moment in my life.”

FROMReach” by Gloria Estefan

The previous two tracks are BECAUSE that’s what it felt like when Ventura hit that ball of McGlinchy. I felt I and we touched the sky. Maybe that’s why we couldn’t go any further than the eleventh inning in Atlanta. Maybe we couldn’t get any higher. Then again, the Mets played “Reach” on the final day of 1997 while saluting their incredible non-championship season and I didn’t know when I’d feel quite that high again. The answer was in just a little over two years.

148. “I gotta keep on risin’! Ridin’! Ridin! Gone ridin’, ridin’! Gone ridin’, ridin’! Gotta ridin’, ridin’!”

FROM “L.A. Woman”

BECAUSE The Mojo rose pretty high, didn’t it?

149. “All the fans are true to the orange and blue, so hurry up and come on down. ‘Cause we got ourselves a ballclub, the Mets, of New York town.”

FROM “Meet The Mets”

BECAUSE Every word is fact.

150. “We’re gonna make it, this time we’re gonna take it home.”

FROM “Let’s Go Mets!”

BECAUSE We’re true to the orange and blue, thus we and our ballclub deserve the happiest ending I know of. Contrary to what happened at Turner Field, this time we’re gonna make it.

151. “Mookie Wilson still hoping to win it for New York. Three and two the count. And the pitch by Stanley. And a ground ball…trickling…it is a FAIR BALL! GETS BY BUCKNER! ROUNDING THIRD KNIGHT! THE METS WILL WIN THE BALLGAME! THE METS WIN! THEY WIN! Unbelievable, the Red Sox in stunned disbelief!

—Bob Murphy and Gary Thorne

152. “We’ve got magic to do just for you. We’ve got miracle plays to play. We’ve got parts to perform, hearts to warm. Kings and things to take by storm as we go along…”

FROM “Magic To Do”

BECAUSE Some stunned disbelief is better than others’ stunned disbelief.

153. “Let’s go Mets go! Let’s go Mets go! Let’s go Mets go! Let’s go Mets go! Let’s go Mets go! Mets! Mets! Mets!”

FROM “Let’s Go Mets!”

BECAUSE Here’s to New York’s dream team. Here’s to getting as close as possible to every season’s dream, whatever that may be.

154. “East Side, West Side, everybody’s comin’ down…to meet the M-E-T-S Mets of New York town…of New York town!”

FROM “Meet The Mets”

BECAUSE Because I thought this would be the perfect way to end this.

155. “LET’S GO METS!”

FROM “Let’s Go Mets!

BECAUSE Then I thought this would be even better.

156. “It’s soooo amazing!”

FROMDreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel” from the South Park holiday collection, Mr. Hankey’s Christmas Classics, Eric Cartman on vocals

BECAUSE Just because.

What follows is the condensed version.

(Instrumental)

It was a very good year. Many years since I was here. The summer here is over in a million different ways. Give me one more summer.

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon. We’re gonna get it started. Are you ready? Baby I’m ready to go. Keep the ball rollin’, keep the ball rollin’.

Heaven let your light shine down. These are better days. It’s going to take some time this time. Hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us. Coming out of the dark.

I want something else to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life, baby.

It’s been one week since you looked at me. Everything falls apart. Someday, you will ache like I ache.

Through all the gloom, through all the gloom, I can see the rays of ravishing light. And glory!

Turn this thing around. I will not go quietly. Take this losing hand and make it win. It’s not over ’til it’s over. Maybe I’m amazed. Here they come again. Catch us if you can. Said that we can do it, you know I wanna do it again. No retreat, baby, no surrender.

You make me believe. And I just can’t help believing. Now I’m a believer. I believe… Still I look to find a reason to believe.

If you believe within your soul, just hold on tight and don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. I’m alive. Yeah, yeah.

Winter’s gonna turn to spring. There’re just so many summers, babe, and just so many springs. No, they can’t take that away from me.

Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night. I see fireworks! I see the pageant and pomp and parade! A miracle in the rain. I guess the Lord must be in New York City. Can’t you feel the town exploding? So baby, you better believe I’m back — back in the New York groove.

Heaven — it was heaven. I have never known a bliss. Witnessed anything like this.

Ventura is waiting. McGlinchy staring in has his sign. The two-one pitch. AND A DRIVE IN THE AIR TO DEEP RIGHT FIELD! THAT BALL HEADED TOWARD THE WALL… THAT BALL IS… OUTTA HERE! OUTTA HERE! A GAME-WINNING GRAND SLAM HOME RUN OFF THE BAT OF ROBIN VENTURA! VENTURA WITH A GRAND SLAM! THEY’RE MOBBING HIM BEFORE HE CAN GET TO SECOND BASE! THE METS HAVE WON THE BALLGAME!

The New York Mets are on the air!

We got the teamwork to make the dream work. Let’s go…let’s go Mets!

Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles. It’s a miracle (miracle), a true blue spectacle, a miracle come true.

You have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way. It’s a kind of magic, magic, magic, magic. Oh, ho, ho, it’s magic, you know, never believe it’s not so. It’s magic.

We’ve got magic to do just for you. We’ve got miracles plays to play.

Mantei’s one-oh, and a high fly ball deep to center field, back goes Finley, goin’ back, warning track, AT THE WALL…JUMPING…

We’ve got parts to perform, hearts to warm. Kings and things to take by storm…

AND…IT’S OUTTA HERE! IT’S OUTTA HERE! PRATT HIT IT OVER THE FENCE! FINLEY JUMPED AND HE MISSED IT! THE METS WIN THE BALLGAME! THE METS WIN THE BALLGAME! ON A HOME RUN OVER THE CENTER FIELD FENCE, BY TODD PRATT! THE METS HAVE WON THE SERIES, THREE GAMES TO ONE!

As we go along our way.

True believers livin’ on the borderline. Do you believe in life after love? I can feel something inside me say I really don’t think you’re strong enough, no. I must confess, I still believe (still believe). Don’t stop believin’, don’t stop believin’, don’t stop believin’. Good god, I’m a believer. I believe in miracles.

When the night is falling, you cannot find the light (light). You feel your dreams are dying, hold tight. Talkin’ baseball — baseball and the Mets.

Clontz is ready to go. Pitching off the stretch. Deals to Piazza…Low and outside — IT GETS AWAY! ONTO THE SCREEN! MORA SCORES! THE METS WIN IT! THE METS WIN IT! MORA IS MOBBED BY HIS TEAMMATES AS HE CROSSES HOME PLATE, THE METS WIN IN GAME NUMBER ONE-HUNDRED AND SIXTY-TWO, AND THE METS WILL PLAY AGAIN IN NINETEEN NINETY-NINE!

(Instrumental)

Here’s the pitch…swung, lined hard, CAUGHT! The game is over! The Mets win it! They’re on their way to Arizona! The Mets have won the Wild Card in the National League.

Wild boys! Wild boys! Wild boys! Wild boys!

1999! Don’t ya wanna go? 1999!

We’ve come a long, long way together, through the hard times and the good. And your heart beats like a subway train. Ooh, it makes you wanna die.

We haven’t had that spirit here since 1969. Was the summer of ’69. Seventy-three men sailed up from the San Francisco bay. And after 1986, what else could be new?

Hey — 98… Such a sad, sad season (sad, sad season), when a good love dies. 99, I’ve been waiting so long.

Finally, it’s happened to me, right in front of my face, my feelings can’t describe it. Maybe for the only time in my life, something in the air (something in the air) turning me around and guiding me right.

High above all time and space, and I remember summer days. Since that summer, since that summer.

Now Rivera brings the hands together…runners take a lead at all three bases. One-two to Franco…LINE DRIVE base hit into right field! Henderson scores! Here comes Alfonzo…here comes O’Neill’s throw to the plate…Alfonzo slides…he’s safe, the Mets win it! THE METS WIN IT! MATT FRANCO WITH A LINE DRIVE SINGLE TO RIGHT AND HE’S BEING MOBBED BY HIS TEAMMATES! Matt Franco, a two-run single off Mariano Rivera in the bottom of the ninth inning, and the Mets win it, nine to eight!

So, what ya think? You like the Yankees or the Mets this year? Hurray! I’m for the other team!

Polaroid camera, stereo sets, season box, to see the Mets! These are a few of my favorite things.

Mister Mojo Risin’. Mister Mojo Risin’. Mister Mojo Risin’. Mister Mojo Risin’.

Hot fun in the summertime. Hot fun in the summertime. Hot fun in the summertime. Hot fun in the summertime. Talkin’ ’bout sweet seasons on my mind. Seasons of love. Seasons of love.

Join us, leave your field to flower. Join us, leave your cheese to sour. Join us, come and waste an hour or two…doodle-ee-do.

(Instrumental)

Quicker than a ray of light, quicker than a ray of light, quicker than a ray of light!

(Instrumental)

Now it’s time for a breakdown. My beer is Rheingold the dry beer. Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer.

Nothing new, Atlanta. Into the spotlight, one more time, just in time to play. But it’s a rainy night in Georgia. Baby, it’s a rainy night in Georgia. Ohmigod, they killed Kenny. Ohmigod, they killed Kenny. Ohmigod, they killed Kenny. Ohmigod, they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead. Son of a bitch!

I feel it’s raining all over the world.

Come on babe, let’s kiss this thing. Come on babe, let’s kiss this thing goodbye. Why can’t you just get it through your head? It’s over, it’s over now.

Someday, yeah, we’ll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun. Someday, when the world is much brighter. Some say better things will come our way. Won’t be long ’til summer comes, now that the boys are here again.

Meet the Mets, meet the Mets, step right up and greet the Mets. Get Metsmerized! Get Metsmerized!

Don’t stop believin’! Hold on to that feelin’!

If only you believed like I believe, we’d get by. If only you believed in miracles, so would I. I believe in miracles since you came along. There can be miracles when you believe.

Gotta have faith (faith!) and get it fast. Faith and hope (hope!) if you let it last. Give us strength (strength!) to reach the stars. Put a song in our heart.

The pitch to Olerud…line drive…BASE HIT INTO LEFT FIELD! In comes Lopez! Here comes Cedeño! Here’s comes Gant’s throw from left field…the slide…SAFE, THE METS WIN IT! THE METS WIN IT! Cedeño slides home under the tag of Mike Lieberthal, a two-run GAME-WINNING single for John Olerud, the Mets score FIVE RUNS off Curt Schilling in the bottom of the ninth inning, and the Mets win it in a REMARKABLE finish!

‘Cause I gotta have faith. I gotta have faith. ‘Cause I gotta have faith, a-faith, a-faith. I gotta have faith, a-faith, a-faith.

All I need is a miracle. All I need is you. All I need is a miracle. All I need is you. I’m talkin’ baseball — baseball and the Mets.

What a beautiful noise comin’ up from the park. It’s the New York City rhythm runnin’ through my life. (City rhythm!). It’s a sign of the times, and a year ago, I never could have seen it. I’ll make a brand new start of it in old New York.

But in Queens I wear the crown. And the boys never let me down. Someday we’re gonna tear up this town.

The two-one pitch…HIGH FLY ball hit deep to left field…way, way back, it’s going…yah, there it goes! Mike Piazza, a three-run homer! Oh my goodness! Where did that land? It hit the picnic tent, beyond the left field bullpen, about halfway up the picnic tent roof!

Believe in the magic of a young girl’s soul. Believe in the magic of a-rock ‘n’ roll. Believe in the magic that can set you free…ohh!

(Instrumental)

You made me believe in magic. Your love’s put a magic into my life. We can be heroes just for one day. Singin’ we will, we will rock you. We will, we will rock you.

And the Mets have won a ballgame!

Got to keep on risin’! Mister Mojo Risin’! Mister Mojo Risin’! Mojo Risin’! Gotta Mojo Risin’!

Suddenly serene. The air is fresh and clean. Another rainy day in New York City.

A DRIVE IN THE AIR TO DEEP RIGHT FIELD! THAT BALL HEADED TOWARD THE WALL… THAT BALL IS… OUTTA HERE! OUTTA HERE! A GAME-WINNING GRAND SLAM HOME RUN OFF THE BAT OF ROBIN VENTURA!

And I’d play all day if I could. The sun is shinin’, c’mon get happy, the Lord is waitin’ to take your hand. Shout hallelujah, c’mon get happy, we’re goin’ to the promised land. Another rainy day in New York City.

You and me gonna touch the sky. If I could reach higher, just for one moment touch the sky, from that one moment in my life. I gotta keep on risin’! Ridin’! Ridin! Gone ridin’, ridin’! Gone ridin’, ridin’! Gotta ridin’, ridin’!

All the fans are true to the orange and blue, so hurry up and come on down. ‘Cause we got ourselves a ballclub, the Mets, of New York town.

We’re gonna make it, this time we’re gonna take it home.

Mookie Wilson still hoping to win it for New York. Three and two the count. And the pitch by Stanley. And a ground ball…trickling…it is a FAIR BALL! GETS BY BUCKNER! ROUNDING THIRD KNIGHT! THE METS WILL WIN THE BALLGAME! THE METS WIN! THEY WIN! Unbelievable, the Red Sox in stunned disbelief!

We’ve got magic to do just for you. We’ve got miracle plays to play. We’ve got parts to perform, hearts to warm. Kings and things to take by storm as we go along…

Let’s go Mets go! Let’s go Mets go! Let’s go Mets go! Let’s go Mets go! Let’s go Mets go! Mets! Mets! Mets!

East Side, West Side, everybody’s comin’ down…to meet the M-E-T-S Mets of New York town…of New York town!

LET’S GO METS!

It’s soooo amazing!

Mets Yearbook: 1984

The second installment of the highly acclaimed SNY series Mets Yearbook debuts tonight, Thursday, at 7:30 with a return to 1984. Be sure to catch Keith Hernandez, Jesse Orosco, Darryl Strawberry and all the Rising Stars.

Image courtesy of kcmets.com

Sorry Is the Second-Hardest Part

As the fires of the season from Hell cool to a smoldering pain, I’ve caught myself thinking about what the most agonizing part was. And I think I’ve figured it out.

It was the anticipation of disaster.

As the season wore wearily on, we were a beaten people by the middle innings. Then by the bottom of the first. Then by the Star-Spangled Banner. Then by late afternoon. It wasn’t a question of whether something disastrous would happen, but what form, exactly, the disastrous something would take. Bases-loaded walk? Flurry of GIDPs? Appalling error? Walkoff grand slam? Game-ending unassisted triple play?

By the end you might be surprised by how we lost, but not by the fact that we had. Maybe this was just a function of being a horrible team (and maybe wins like this always fit the formula) but the win that was arguably the best of the year — this 10-9 victory over the Phillies — was doubly astonishing because the Mets somehow hadn’t hit a Phillie with the bases loaded or had someone erased on an ill-advised steal of third or done some other stupid thing that would eat at you come 3 a.m. (I’d call Santos taking Papelbon deep the other great win of the season, but that happened before we had to accept the year was a total loss.)

So that part was the worst. The second-worst thing? It was the sorry part.

By late summer when I’d run into other baseball fans on the street or at parties, the conversation would take its inevitable turn and I’d grit my teeth, waiting.

Hey, sorry about the Mets. Tough year, hate to see that. How are you holding up?

The sentiment was genuine, the impulse was laudable. It’s what decent fans say, knowing full well that their team has a plague year in its future. Heck, I’ve offered back pats to friends whose teams are channeling November around the All-Star Break.

But man oh man, had I forgotten how much it sucks.

It sucks more than grudging respect: I didn’t think it would happen, but that’s a pretty good team. You guys have a chance.

It sucks a lot more than finger-wagging warnings against complacency: I dunno, you’ll probably win the division, but are those the starters you want in a short series?

It sucks a lot more than reflexive woofery: You guys are having a good year, but we’re going to totally smoke you in the playoffs.

It sucks way more than the attempted jinx disguised as surrender: It’s your year! We have no chance!

And yeah, it sucks more than outright, unvarnished hostility: Sorry man … but I HATE THE METS!

2007 and 2008 were different — there was pity, but not the endless drip-drip-drip of condolences. The ’07 and ’08 attaboys felt lousy too, but they didn’t eat at you day after day. You didn’t wind up bracing for them.

Before the 2007 season, I wrote a Mets season preview for Deadspin that was equal parts loving look back at 2006 and paranoia about the fact that Omar Minaya hadn’t done much to improve that team. (I daresay that part looks prescient now.) To which one Deadspin commenter had this to say: “I hope at least one of these season previews will be somewhere along the lines of ‘My team is fucking great and we will rape our way to the World Series.’ Enough of this wishy-washy bullshit!”

I ignored that because, well, we’re the Mets. With the brief exception of the Bad Guys Won era, that’s not our style. (And even back then our CBA — Converted Braggadocio Average — was a lousy .200.) Ours is a legacy of miracles and humiliation, which doesn’t lend itself to strutting.

But after half a season of pity, I find myself coming back to that long-ago comment. I don’t want enemy baseball fans to feel sorry for us. I want to hear some grudging respect, some attempted jinxes, some outright hatred. Some Paul Lo Duca discussion of ending the other guy’s season. Some Wally Backman talk of opponents being buried and having no worries unless there are another 20 fucking car wrecks. (Good timing!) We’re nowhere near rampaging our way to much of anything, but next time we look like we might be, I’m not going to worry about baseball gods I might offend. Because honestly, what the hell have they done for us recently?

One of my favorite sages famously remarked that baseball has to be played with fear and arrogance. We’re missing half of the set, and I’m tired of it.

Enough of this wishy-washy bullshit, indeed.