Apologies in advance if a technical matter temporarily disappears this post. We're still in the process of switching blog platforms, and I was going to wait on any further posting 'til it's done, but I wanted to continue to get the word out about the following project ... plus snow is falling on Long Island like pop flies on Luis Castillo's head, and I need to stop staring out the window ... Back when Bob Costas was an up and coming broadcaster whose every other utterance was cheekily charming
The Mets were meandering through their most arid major award season since 1993 — the last time no Met scored a single vote for MVP, Cy Young, Manager of the Year or Rookie of the Year nor nabbed a Silver Slugger or Gold Glove — when it appeared we'd have nothing more to sate our perilously low self-esteem than Luis Castillo's fantastic seventh-place finish in voting for mlb.com's National League Comeback Player of the Year balloting (six points behind the decreasingly heartwarming return of
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
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
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, here it comes ... Let others, for now, stew over what would be the worst World Series outcome possible. A Phillie repeat? A Yankee return? One is a kick in the head. The other is a kick in the groin. The key
go on, boy, and pay attention. Because if you do, someday, you may achieve something that we Simpsons have dreamed about for generations: You may outsmart someone ... —Homer Simpson's advice to Bart upon his entering the Enriched Learning Center for Gifted Children ... I'm booking an Acela special for all Mets fans who want to zoom down to Washington and laugh at the Nationals ... who's with me? ... C'mon, we have to gloat over somebody's even-deader carcass. We just clinched not finishing
There's a lot of talk going around about all-time franchise records for hits. I assume this has something to do with the eternal appreciation fans and media have for true legends of the game. Given that the subject is in the air, I thought it would be fun (my kind of fun, at any rate) to explore how the vaunted Met record for most hits in a career came to be ... The first Met to hold the all-time franchise record for hits was Gus Bell. He produced the first Met hit ever, a one-out single to
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, here it comes ... They checked Nolan Ryan's schedule. They didn't check mine ... Go figure ... Normally, I'd applaud the Mets' diligence regarding Ryan and not giving him any excuses to avoid the Mets the way