The New York Mets play the New York Yankees for the sixtieth time in regular-season competition tonight. That is if the weather cooperates. Three times the weather hasn't cooperated: June 11, 2000; June 21, 2003; and June 25, 2004.

I remember those rainouts. I remember almost everything about every Subway Series. A few details about a […]

Scratching out two singles makes him just a bit less Wilson Delgado and a bit more Carlos Delgado for the day (though that fifth-inning cutoff clank which allowed Cano an extra base and eventually an extra run was worthy of Marvelous Marv Delgadoberry). Alas, if one can take a slight breather from mulling What's Wrong […]

They pull a knife, you pull a gun.

He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue.

They start Clemens, you start Perez.

That's the Met way.

In five games this season against the despised Braves and the detested Yankees — the intersection of haunting nightmares and the uncontrollable shakes — Ollie's […]

When they brought the Antichrist back, it wasn't a sure thing we'd face him. Then it looked like their rotation wasn't aligned for another meeting. And that was fine with me. It's an old hatred by now, a grudge that involves vanished players and distant times. I can reach back and bring the causes back […]

Good evening. Today is Wednesday, September the 24th, and this is my last broadcast. Yesterday I announced on this program that I was going to commit public suicide, admittedly an act of madness. Well, I'll tell you what happened: I just ran out of bullshit.

Am I still on the air?

It's not the Howard Beale spiel […]

The beach? Lovely.

The Mets? Did I mention the beach was lovely?

We're staying for the week on Long Beach Island, one of our favorite places in the world between the beach, the general atmosphere of non-New York Cityness, the best beach burger place a body could ask for (Woodies) and, oh yeah, the fact that LBI […]

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by Greg on Wed 26 Sep 2007 04:32 AM

And who among us didn't begin to lose Faith during that dreadful first Dodger series coming on the heels of that dreadful Tiger series coming on the heels of that dreadful Phillie series coming on the heels of that dreadful […]

One by one, the Superfriends are reconnoitering at the Hall of Justice better known as the Mets' lineup. Valentin…Green…can Alou be far behind?

He can? So much for the “they're all getting healthy” theory. But we'll take who we can get among the Roosevelt Avenue regulars.

OJ was a sight for sore eyes and a balm for […]

Count me among those who liked — or didn't hate — the Sopranos ending. I found it effective if not brilliant, sort of Glavinesque in that respect (if you don't use yesterday afternoon as a reference point). I've read some astounding vitriol on various TV sites about the need to string up David Chase and/or […]