Game?
What game?
I saw no game.
There was no game.
You thought you saw a game?
No.
You saw no game.
There was no game.
Game? What game? I saw no game. There was no game. You thought you saw a game? No. You saw no game. There was no game. You know what's smack in the middle between champs and chumps? Chimps. Last time I checked, chimps had never won a World Series. Or much of anything else. Five in the first. Five in the ninth. A whole lotta mess in between. The Mets prevailed in a game that had neither manager inclined to take his charges to the Tastee-Freez afterwards. Lord, what a mess. That thing took 326 pitches, six walks, six hit batsmen, 18 strikeouts and a whole lot of forbearance in […] Hey, Jace, isn't this the March conversation? The one in which I'm all “Who the bleep are these guys calling themselves Mets? I don't think I'm going to be able to get behind them as I have every April since I was 7”? And you tell me, no, of course you will…and I generally fall […] The schedule was for Joshua's grandfather to bring him back on the late side tonight — somewhere between 9:30 and 10:00. So this afternoon Emily and I started batting dinner ideas back and forth. About halfway through, she stopped and said, “Unless you want to watch the game….” “Nah,” I said. “That's OK.” As it turned out, […] In the summer of 1999, Nike ran the most brilliant series of commercials I ever saw. It was geared to the New York market and aired in sync with that season’s Subway Series. Maybe you recall it, too. There were six Mets — Ventura, Ordoñez, Yoshii, McRae, Olerud and John Franco — playing four Yankees — […] Dana Brand told a fib. But we’ll forgive him. Up front in Mets Fan, Dana says he has written a book “for fans of the New York Mets, and for baseball fans everywhere.” It’s a benign half-truth. This is a book for us. It’s a book for Mets fans. It’s a book we deserve. It’s a book […] I used to tote around a loose theory that if Al Harazin hadn't wasted the Mets' money on Bobby Bonilla in the winter of 1991 that he could have spent it more wisely one December later on Barry Lamar Bonds. Wait with the “who needed him, the bum?” knee-jerk reflex if you can for a moment. […] So it's the first day of the rest of my season, the day after the night I cleansed my soul of expectation and admitted to myself that not only am I genuinely uncertain of what the immediate future holds for the Mets but that I'm willing to live with the consequences. 1-0 thus far in this […] Was it the cruel Willingham slam off Mota? No, I still had hope then. The criminal bullshit out call on the expertly sliding Reyes? No, because we had at least efficiently tied it that inning. Heilman loading the bases on a walk, a hit by pitch and another walk? It was coming, but it hadn't […] |
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