Ain't it always this way? Garbage Time is upon us, and so we're playing some stone-cold thrillers.

But still…take THAT, Marlins! Take that for every time we got our hearts torn out by cat-faced killer Juan Encarnacion, or by some absurd Juan Pierre bounder, or even by Ryan McGuire. Take that for Carlos Delgado and his […]

There's a reason football starts with an “f”. So do all the other sports as far as I'm concerned.

Don't get me wrong. I like football. In November, where it belongs. Get it the fuck out of September. October, too. Even if the Mets aren't in the post-season, baseball deserves October, not so much for the […]

Granted, all the horses that matter are in front of us, but still. We had an off-day today; the next time we have one, it'll last for six months.

Tonight I watched football. High drama given New Orleans' situation and the celebrity appeals for help for the Katrina refugees and the weird pageantry of the Saints' […]

The thing that never shows up in the boxscore or even The Log (10-7 on the season, likely clinching a winning record for the year; woo-hoo!) is how easily irritated I get at a Mets game. It has nothing to do with the outcome, which on Sunday was dandy, but rather the actions of those […]

If we hadn't imploded at the end of August, yesterday's game would have been agonizing: Trachsel in the first inning, chasing that tricky third out like it was the end of the hallway in Poltergeist; a crap call by the ump turning a two-run single for Piazza into another Andruw Jones put-out; back-to-back homers by […]