The social ramble done passed us by years ago. Shoot, out to sup with other people on a Tuesday night? You crazy kids. Back here in suburbia, it was the microwave and the Mets.

More or less how Brett Myers prepared things.

Mrs. Paul's just introduced a grilled salmon dinner with the oddest directions. Cook on high […]

So tonight seemed like one of those unfortunate evenings in which baseball must be sacrificed on the altar of a well-rounded life, alias the social ramble. Which a certain wise pitcher once noted ain't restful, and which also can't be good for one's fan karma.

Ordinarily I would have felt guilty that I shut off my […]

If you win twenty in the Show, you can let the fungus grow back on your shower shoes and the press'll think you're colorful. Until you win twenty in The Show, however, it means you're a slob.

–Crash Davis

Thirteen of Beltran's seventeen RBIs have come in games started by Martinez. Wait 'til the Los Mets conspiracy […]

Tonight's game was one of those contests with a crowd that heartily deserved a reward: Anytime a bunch of people have to hang around two extra hours in 45-degree weather, there's nobody left but the diehards by the time the grounds crew pulls the tarp. And it certainly sounded that way: The crowd pointedly but […]

There's no such thing as an idea too good to “adapt” (you know, the way Rickey Henderson would “adapt” bases). In 1980, when a baseball strike loomed, Joe Gergen of Newsday started the Short-Season Awards, honoring the best players in the game from Opening Day to late May. A strike was averted, but he brought […]

OK, I've officially had it with the cable blackout. This was my first chance to see a full game in a week, and it brought home how many things I've missed and how many things you can't tell from the radio, even when you're in good hands with Gary and Howie. Like except for his […]

Your good wishes for my wife's well-being (and your total lack of concern for mine) notwithstanding, RFK Stadium ain't much when it's dry either. To paraphrase Billy Martin regarding the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome, it's a shame they named a great man after a place like this.

Our game was Friday night when there was just […]

Compadre Greg, the most-oft-heard sentence in our house during the last hour has been, “I hope to God poor Stephanie isn't out in this.”

I know, we're not worrying about you, and that's wrong. But, hey, if you are there, you're the guy whose emotional compass just swung the other direction when Cliff sent one through […]