Archive for: 2006

Oct 26th, 2006

‘stache vs. the hobbit

Yes, I know. You are a grumpy curmudgeon-type and internet polls are stupid (especially when it comes to baseball) and don’t matter (especially when it comes to baseball) and you are tired of every possible advertising-tie-in baseball poll that they are shoving down your throat (especially when it comes to baseball). I know this full well, and I agree with you. But I also know that letting The Hobbit of St. Louis (aka David Eckstein, that nice Jewish boy [JOKE ALERT: I know he’s not]) win over our Jose (no, the OTHER Jose) is a travesty. So vote! Vote early and vote often.… [more]


Oct 25th, 2006

he’s not watching, either

This was the back page of El Diario this morning, which is the newspaper most widely read on the train I take to work. It did my heart good. “Since 1972, Major League Baseball annually has presented an award which recognizes the player who best exemplifies the game of baseball, sportsmanship, community involvement and the individual’s contribution to his team.” [Hey, St. Louis, take a gander. You might see something you don’t recognize.] Childishly, I was glad to learn that, even though Delgado was in Detroit yesterday, he didn’t stay and watch the game – from Newsday: “Delgado didn’t plan on staying for the game because he found it painful to watch.… [more]

Oct 22nd, 2006

HUGE news flash!

I spent the whole season in search of this: Carlos Beltran’s at-bat song. No? You spent an entire season not wondering about this? He used the same song, every single time, period. No, seriously. This was a big deal. We could make out a few words, but we are white kids from Connecticut and Long Island, respectively. Even the sisters who sat next to us got in on it. We would watch people sitting near us to see if anyone was singing along; if they were, we would have leapt on them and begged them to tell us what the song was called.… [more]


Oct 20th, 2006

say a prayer for the broken hearted

Last night. What was it like, sitting up there, being at Shea last night? The upper deck shaking and the rally towels waving and the drums and the air horn and something that sounded like a washboard or spoons down on the mezzanine. What was it like, singing along to Bon Jovi and cracking up and smooching TBF because we both hate that song SO much, but last night at Shea, blasting out of the PA, it sounded like the best thing ever. I want to describe how it felt so I can remember it, because I have never felt anything like that before.… [more]


Oct 20th, 2006

my banner from last night


Oct 20th, 2006

what would make me happy this morning

Would my loyal readers from the following locations comment (even anonymously – you CAN do that) or drop me a line? Boise, ID Washington, PA Hawaii I see you in the server logs! … [more]

Oct 20th, 2006

only love can break your heart

I was going to blow off posting and go hide on the couch with the cat for a little while, but this is not how Mets Grrl rolls. No. It was there. It was so close. We had every chance in the world. Endy rescued us from the pit of gnawing despair with the one of the best catches you have ever seen, the kind of catch Cliff Floyd would have made when he could have, a miracle catch. Watching TBF’s face as that ball headed towards the Cardinals’ bullpen, seeing his heart sink, and then explode as Endy made that catch.… [more]


Oct 19th, 2006


This photo on Toasted Joe’s blog this morning got me thinking how very apt it was: the Mets really are the Black Knight of MLB this year. If you are one of the four people who has never seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail, let me explain: King Arthur meets the Black Knight in a forest. He has to fight the knight to cross a bridge. Arthur cuts the knight’s arm off, and thinks that’s the end, that he’s won. You can find the script here if you are unfamiliar with the scene. ARTHUR [LA Dodgers]: Now stand aside, worthy adversary.… [more]


Oct 19th, 2006

won’t get fooled again

Tonight, I would have been happy if we’d gotten to Shea at 4pm. I just wanted to get there, because I felt like the sooner I got there, the sooner the game would start, and the sooner we would know the outcome. My stomach hurt, I couldn’t concentrate on work (as if you couldn’t tell), and I just wanted the clock to say 5:15 so I could leave. Shortly before noon, the phone rang. It was TBF, and he starts babbling to me about Will I sit in section 18 row H and I have no idea what he is talking about.… [more]


Oct 18th, 2006


It’s a little slow today at work – the company I work for is winding down, hence all the job interviewing activity – and reading various Mets-related sites made me wish I had made a sign for the game. We always talk about doing it, and then never get our act together. Usually, I would ask one of our designers to help me make something cool. They can put something together in 15 minutes that would take me hours, and even then anything I did would look like crap. However, at this point, we have one designer left, and he is a Yankees fan – a nice guy, not an arrogant idiot, but still, a Yankees fan.… [more]