It took ’til the end of summer, but I got a Seaver in 1972. I was so proud that I apparently tacked it to my bulletin board with at least five different pushpins.
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It took ’til the end of summer, but I got a Seaver in 1972. I was so proud that I apparently tacked it to my bulletin board with at least five different pushpins. There's never a wrong day to consider Tom Seaver's career, but every Hall of Fame induction day in particular, I like to think about our only authenticated Mets Hall of Famer. Seeing as how his pitching speaks so well for itself, I thought it would be appropriate to choose five lines from five starts from […] We’ll be running into Jeff Kent in Los Angeles this weekend, something you might not have bet on 15 years ago next month. Jeff Kent was not wanted by Mets fans, not for David Cone. The 1992 Mets had already reached base camp at the bottom of their mountain after having careened steadily downhill through […] Grant would be gone not all that long after June 15, 1977. And Tom would be remembered always. Saving our Mets, however, would take a while. If you’re still trying to make sense out of a senseless act thirty years after the fact, then it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing. The Mets seem to be mired in utter disarray as we speak, losers of five in a row, nine of their last ten, all four of their most recent […] If the clock is running inexorably counterclockwise, then it must be Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing. To borrow from the late, great Molly Ivins, the 1967 Mets yearbook is more fun than a church-singin’-with-supper-on-the-grounds. Yearbooks get more expensive every year and are progressively less fun. The 2006 version was ten bucks, 244 pages long […] If Metsian memories are building from a trickle to a flood, then it must be Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing. I’m unreasonably loyal to inanimate objects. Got this bright, shiny new computer recently that I refused to plug in for several days after delivery because it seemed unfair to the old, slightly rickety […] If Metsian memories are building from a trickle to a flood, then it must be Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing. I’m unreasonably loyal to inanimate objects. Got this bright, shiny new computer recently that I refused to plug in for several days after delivery because it seemed unfair to the old, slightly rickety […] Tom Seaver and I have this much in common: We had crappy 32nd birthdays. Mine culminated in a cafeteria at C.W. Post on New Year’s Eve 1994. But never mind me. Tom’s? Well, I don’t know where he was coaxed into “celebrating” by well-meaning/misguided/übertouchy relatives on November 17, 1976, but I do know that thirty years […] By now, it’s as intrinsic to the home game experience as the apple, the Italian sausages and the expansive parking. It’s too clever and stirring to have ever become wallpaper but also a little too out-of-context to be completely appreciated when we’re exposed to it. It’s delivered regularly by the only Finch — sorry, Sidd […] |
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