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
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
Welcome to a special Tuesday edition of 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 ... For life's a mystery ... I shall remember ... For thirty days ... Thirty days ... —The Rainmakers ... It was in 2004, I think, that I was doing a little research
Not far from here, Citi Field sits empty, as we’ve known it would for months now. The team that calls it home had the kind of year that makes you want to sleep with the light on. The people who run the baseball operations had a worse one ... Given that, it’s a bit complicated answering what should be a simple question: How was Citi Field’s first year? ... For example, we don’t really know what Citi Field feels like with a huge, revved-up crowd making noise inside it. The Mets’
Shockingly enough, the Mets lost. They started feebly, offered a little spurt of purposefulness, then rolled over and died ... Which was actually an improvement from the night before, when they expired in a fashion that should have been gut-wrenching but instead was just numbing. Not so long ago, the Mets losing on a game-ending error would have left me fuming for hours on end. Last night, it barely registered. And tonight? I barely remember tonight ... At Amazin' Tuesday I was chatting with
could have fun in a stalled elevator." ... —Bob Murphy, on Tug McGraw ... Inside the attic of Two Boots Tavern, I'm convinced there is a painting of the National League standings that grows grayer by the month. There's probably also an X-ray of Dorian Gray's right elbow up there, and every time I walk in the restaurant to read aloud, its ulnar collateral ligament tears a little more ... Gotta be, right? I can track the progress of this blighted Mets season by the prevailing background vibe at
Well, thanks Ollie. That was memorable ... What better time to rewind for a belated look at last night's celebration? (Apologies for the "belated" part -- your correspondent arrived exhausted and slept like a dead thing.) ... The Mets did a nice job with the ceremony: There was Howie Rose behind his podium, scenes from '69 on the big board, and other little touches -- I particularly liked that the 2009 Mets appeared on the scoreboard in replica 1969 baseball cards, with images of Topps' real