Time has come to no longer be an anonymous Met blogger.

OK, as mysteries go this wasn't exactly what happened to Jimmy Hoffa or even whose fingerprints were on the Kazmir-Zambrano trade, because some people actually care about the answers to those questions. But anyway, here goes: I'm Jason Fry, alias Jason, alias half of […]

Confession time: I was battling the flu and fell asleep, after a valiant effort, in the bottom of the 7th of Game 4. I woke up briefly to see Emily (who'd been trying to sleep for about an hour) come up with the remote and aim it at the set with a gunfighter look in […]

Last night, I went to bed at around 7 o'clock. While it had more to do with a lack of sleep from the night before, it seemed appropriate that on the first of many consecutive evenings with no baseball game in sight that a baseball fan turn off the lights and shut his eyes.

Hibernation Fever…catch […]

You watch enough baseball and you get a strong feeling regarding what is going to happen next. You're almost smug about it. You're a longtime fan. You can see it coming.

Not Game Three of the 2005 World Series which went fourteen innings, nearly a quarter of a day and put the Chicago White Sox within […]

Just read that the commissioner is insisting that the Astros leave the roof open for their World Series home games unless it's raining.

Huzzah!

Sure, baseball should be played outdoors or as close to it as possible, though Minute Maid Park, no matter how far back you peel the ceiling, never feels like it's outside. The reason […]

Sure, it's dropped from crisp to cold all at once and it's raining enough to make Channel 11 air an impromptu Fresh Prince of Bel-Air marathon, but cheer up.

It's October 25!

Buckner Day! Mookie Day! A Ground Ball…Trickling Day! Call it what you will, it was the night in 1986 (after midnight on 10/26 if you're […]

It always happens this way: The season ends, and for a little bit (it might be a few hours, maybe a few days, just maybe two weeks) you don't mind. The pain of a year that didn't quite measure up is no more. No need to mutter about Braden Looper, or what's wrong with Carlos […]

Braden Looper overthrows and pays for it. Armando Benitez can't be trusted in a big spot. Now substitute the names Bobby Jenks and Brad Lidge and it's like the Mets are closing both ends of this World Series.

The danger in watching post-season play is you tend to familiarize yourself with players in such a compressed […]