A day-night two-stadium doubleheader is likely to be played during the second Subway Series to make up for Friday night's rainout.
Concomitantly, the worst day of the season is slated to take place on whichever day the twinbill is scheduled.
A day-night two-stadium doubleheader is likely to be played during the second Subway Series to make up for Friday night's rainout. Concomitantly, the worst day of the season is slated to take place on whichever day the twinbill is scheduled. Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales From The Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 367 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories. 6/26/98 F New York (A) 0-1 Leiter 2 65-63 […] I wish I could share my co-blogger's pluck, his acceptance, his relative calm. But I can't. The only comfort I can take from yesterday's disaster is that Willie Randolph's firing may have gone from an “if” to a “when.” But how much agony do we have to endure before then? How many losses? How many […] This here’s a jungle, ain’t no lie, Beat the drum and hold the phone. The sun came out today. But the Mets refused to see their shadow. Six more weeks of sucking? We’ll see. The weather was better than […] Claudio Vargas pitched. Moises Alou got himself ejected. Endy Chavez replaced him. Brian Schneider homered. Ryan Church didn’t. Fernando Tatis stood on-deck to pinch-hit in case the ninth inning continued. Pedro Martinez threw 55 pitches in a simulated game. Hard to believe that the team at Shea Stadium Wednesday night that is a direct descendant of […] Dorian Gray had a portrait that aged so he didn't have to. Maybe Aaron Heilman could try that trick. With every bad outing, the portrait would get a little more squinty, a little more hangdog, a little more slump-shouldered, a little more looking like it just built into an industrial-strength lemon or walked into class and […] John Maine got the win last night…on the very first pitch of the game. I didn't notice Nelson Figueroa responding to the Nationals' dugout antics Monday night, cocooning deep in my parka between innings as I was, but apparently the Nationals were acting like “softball girls” for encouraging each other on rhythmically. Given that they'd worked […] Alert the dairies: we need to post pictures of people on the sides of milk cartons. Lots of people. The boxscore says there were 45,321 in attendance at Shea Stadium Monday night, but my educated estimate tells me we started with no more than 18,000 and simple fingers 'n' toes counting says we ended with […] The baseball gods have a vast assortment of cruelties, but one of their better tricks is the rainout-turned-blowout: You think there's no way the game will be played, only to have the weather hold off so you get a game after all — and then this gift turns out to be a numbing basket of […] The odd part about the Reds batting out of order in the ninth was I heard about it in the car on the way back from the train station. That was odd because something even more unusual than a team sending up the wrong batter had occurred: I left a game early enough to be […] |
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