I'm horrified by the news about Barry Bonds.

No, not the news in the book by Mark Fainaru-Wada and Lance Williams that says that, well, Barry Bonds took Winstrol. And the Cream. And the Clear. And testosterone decanoate, sometimes known as Mexican beans. And insulin. And human growth hormone. And Clomid, used to treat female infertility. […]

David Wright should put us in a good mood. He's Xanax in a big blue and orange bottle. He makes it fun to look back on the sordid history of Mets' third basemen (as I did at Gotham Baseball this week) and think, my, we've come a long way from the days when Richie Hebner […]

Suddenly, everybody seems to have noticed how light on Mets the Mets are, thanks to the World Baseball Classic and the apparent allegiance some of our guys are showing to their respective countries. It's unfortunate (perhaps teams should be given a ceiling on how many players can be lost to the tournament if the tournament […]

OK, I'm officially too old for spring training.

Even though it was the first chance to see the boys in blue and orange and black and white, I got to the set late and managed to pay fitful attention at best. Couldn't even work myself into a frenzy over Steve Phillips, though I tried. (To follow […]

Walter Becker and Donald Fagen were Steely Dan. Still are, I suppose, but they broke up as a going concern in 1981. Then Donald Fagen went out and recorded The Nightfly a year later, creating what would become one of my two favorite albums ever.

Friday night, Stephanie and I went to see Donald Fagen at […]

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Hey! We beat the Cardinals today!

No, it didn't matter worth a hill of beans, except for the fact that while it was snowing, sleeting, spitting freezing rain and otherwise offering a thorough overview of vile weather up New York City way, down in Florida guys in Mets uniforms were beating guys in Cardinals uniforms. Numbers […]

So much for appreciative cries of BOOOOOOOOne making Shea a deceptively supportive place this season.

Bret Boone, non and future Met, hung 'em up this morning. Word is it was quite the emotional ordeal. For him anyway.

No offense to a guy who just realized that his 14-year Major League career is over, but I'm sadder to […]