Archive for: February, 2011


Feb 28th, 2011


R.A. Dickey had more money to spend than at any point in his life. And yet, after signing a $7.8 million contract with the Mets on Jan. 31, he allowed himself only one small extravagance. The day the iPhone for Verizon was released, Dickey went to an Apple store near his home in Nashville at 5:30 a.m. and, when the store opened at 7, bought a pair of phones for him and his wife. I’m almost ready to buy the jersey. If nothing else, I need to find someone to help me design my “I <3 DICKEY" shirts (where the heart has seams like a baseball) for this year. In a year of embarrassments and shame and low morale and tickets not selling and the competition stocking up on pitching arms, it is nice to have someone to root for. I'm not trying to downplay the others on the team who offer this, but R.A. Dickey is a guy that every fan of every team thinks is awesome. He's not milquetoast like David Wright or controversial like Beltran, nor does he foster militancy like, say, Daniel Murphy. He's amazing and we all agree that he's amazing. Wait, one more quote: “I just want to keep working on being self-aware of what makes me who I am.”… [more]


Feb 15th, 2011


Pretty soon, we’ll be heading there again. Happy Pitchers & Catchers! If only Tiffany’s made a line of baseball jewelery for these yearly occasions. I believe they are missing out on a great opportunity.… [more]

Feb 8th, 2011


“I’ve got the complaint,” TBF said on Friday afternoon. “All 360 pages.” There was some grumbling in his voice, that he hated that he felt he had to read it, but he also felt that he had to read it. There was no way there would be an important legal decision surrounding the New York Mets that he had access to, and wasn’t going to read and form his own opinions about. I was curious myself, given the drama and the volume and general tone of the internets Friday afternoon after the document was unsealed. By the time I got home on Friday night, around 10 pm, his tone had changed.… [more]


Feb 7th, 2011


Saturday night, we drove down to Midwood to have pizza at DiFara’s. We always take the same route from North Brooklyn, cutting over to Nostrand, taking Nostrand down to Empire, a right on Empire, and so on down to Avenue J. When we passed the corner of Empire and Bedford, with the looming towers of the Ebbets Field housing project standing there against the sky, I started Tweeting how it always made me sad to drive by there at almost the same moment TBF raised his middle finger in the New York State salute and said, “Fuck you, Walter O’Malley, where’s my ballpark.” We always do some variation of this exchange, whether it’s me staring out at the towers and feeling sad that I never saw it and trying to picture my father taking the streetcar to the ballgame, or TBF shaking his head and saying “How could they?” It’s not like we talk about it or we plan it, we’re just physically incapable of going by there without some kind of reaction.… [more]