Friday, June 15, 2007

FRIDAY PHOTO.

TBF: “At least they’re both hitting.”
MG: “The mushroom cloud could be rising over Manhattan, and Lo Duca would be hitting a single to advance the runner.”

Thursday, June 14, 2007

METS JEOPARDY.,

“Alex, I’ll take ‘Pitching Voodoo’ for $500.”

Click here for the question. (a search query hit to MG this morning.)

Whatever he had, I’d like to order 1,000 of them for our starting rotation - to go.

GOOD NEWS.

...the Mets can’t lose tonight.

[Courtesy the 8 am comedy stylings of TBF.]

“METS EAGER TO STOP SCUFFLING.”

“The guys are not happy,” manager Willie Randolph said. “They’re not ready to cut their wrists or anything, but they know tonight is the time to get it done.”

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

FROM THE METS’ DEPARTMENT OF HUMOR AND DOUBLE ENTENDRE.

If you have a cool five C note to spare, you may wish to attend this shindig.

How about some alternative activities, like:
“Clown Clinic with Pedro Martinez”?
“Fitness After 50 with Julio Franco”?
“An authentic Japanese tea ceremony with Rick Peterson”?

Leave your suggestions in the comments.

As someone who lived in Stamford, CT, for many years, it makes me laugh uproariously to see all the Mets who live in Greenwich now. I especially adore that the various sides of the tracks that were once only the territory of the WASP are no longer so. (If you’ve ever seen “Gentleman’s Agreement,” I can assure you it was still alive and well in the Fairfield County of my youth.)

ALL THINGS ARE UNTIED.

TBF: “I’m not going to watch the game tonight, or listen to it on the radio, or have Gameday up. But, of course, that doesn’t mean that you can’t.”
MG: “That’s probably a good idea. I have to get up at 6am again tomorrow anyway.”

:::dinner:::

TBF: “Ah, crap.”
MG: “What?”
TBF: “Justin Verlander just threw a no-hitter.”

::TV set goes on. Baseball enters the house.::
:::10pm:::

MG: “I feel like eating some watermelon.”
TBF: “You should go to bed.”
MG: “We could eat some watermelon and watch the beginning of the game.”
TBF: (Pauses, relents.) “Okay.”

:::watermelon:::
:::SNY:::
:::Hong-Chih Kuo:::
:::Johnny Maine!:::
:::David Wright!:::

MG: “Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.”
TBF: “Maybe you’re right.”

:::TV left on:::

1. Wilson Betemit
(No one says anything. It’s only one run. He won’t do it again.)
2. Matt Kemp
(TBF storms over, turns off television. I go into my office to research Chicago hotels, and furtively put on WFAN.)
3. HONG-CHIH KUO.
(Radio abruptly shut off.)

A few minutes later:

TBF: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
MG: “What now???”
TBF: “NOT AGAIN!”
MG: “Notice how I didn’t say anything. I thought you weren’t watching!”
TBF: “I opened up Gameday.”

Luckily I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and didn’t know the score until I got off the train in downtown Brooklyn around 8am. Running late, I couldn’t really stop, but while standing at a traffic light, I managed to txt “mets score” to GOOGL. (It’s very handy. Try it some time.)

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I yelled as the light changed.

“Early-season test, gentlemen. Early-season test,” Randolph said. “We’ve got to keep grinding it out and find a way to get a win tomorrow before we go back home.”

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

GOIN’ CALI.

Well he’d been hearing too many voices and feelin’a little off-rack
Like there was something big pressing down on his back
So he called up his friends and they said come on out west
It’s a place where a man can really feel his success

From Lone Star Mets:

“Ok, Willie’s autobiography should be called: Leaving your starter in 3 innings too long when it is obvious to everyone in the ball park except me that nothing good could possibly come of it, this sort of thing is my bag, Baby by Willie Randolph.”

From Marty Noble:

“The Mets are looking for what works and trying not to lose their minds in the process.”

From the New York Times

“The Philadelphia Phillies have lost more games than any professional franchise in any sport.”

[Sorry, I threw that one in there for morale.]

From Jessica:

“I’m tempted to just recap what I had for dinner on Saturday instead of talking about the Saturday and Sunday games. I mean, really, why would I want to write about those damn seagulls all over the field and the inability to hold a lead and Delgado being Del-Godawful with RISP and those seagulls and Gomez going back and forth between “Endy 2.0” and “Milledge at Fenway” and that atrocious CW11 commercial for the Subway Series that made my ears hurt and FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, CAN WE GET PLACIDO POLANCO OUT FOR ONCE?”

From Metstradamus:

“I, my friends, am grumpy. And at this moment, I sincerely don’t feel like putting things in perspective, keeping a happy face, turning the other cheek, noting that before tonight Hernandez has been nothing short of spectacular, or anything else that resembles positivity. This blog post, as are all blog posts, are not a reflection on how things will go the rest of the season, but rather a snap shot of how I feel at the moment. And guess how I feel right this very moment? I feel grumpy.”

From Zoe:

“Of course almost as soon as I write this, the lead gets trimmed to 3-2. And then the Dodgers friggin’ tie it up. Usually, I would blame the Evil Eye. Today, I blame Posh. Ok, not really. But if we lose this one, it might just want to smack the frosted lipstick off her face. Yikes, did I write that!? Sorry, Posh! It’s transference. Oh, but you’re still tacky, and get your hands off the ball. Yeah, sometimes I forget I really shouldn’t live-blog.”

From Alyssa:

“This is just depressing. I mean really. The Mets are coming. The Angels are coming. Both of which have solid pitching and that is not a good remedy for an anemic offense.”

[WHERE? WHERE WAS THIS ALLEGED ANEMIC OFFENSE??!]

From MG:

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Whaddya want? I had to be up at 6 a.m.

Monday, June 11, 2007

FOR THE BIRDS.

“i don’t even understand the cycle of the birds. they’re flying around the infield. they’re telling their friends, ‘come on in! see a ball game.’” - Tom McCarthy today

I was listening to the game in the office on the radio, while TBF, newly arrived from Detroit, sat in the living room. The problem with that, of course, is the delay, which meant that he was yelling or pounding on the table shortly after I had done so. After a while I just couldn’t take the carnage any more - I just couldn’t - so I turned off the radio.

TBF did share that the music selections at Comerica are excellent, appropriate, and pay tribute to the heritage of the city. “Dancing In The Street,” “Eye of the Tiger,” “Get Ready,” et cetera.

< MetsGrrl glares in the direction of Shea >

We also got to relive his brief appearances on the Fox broadcast from yesterday, in which his arm, signalling various balls as fair, figures prominently. (He will not let me share any of those shots with you.) And, as you can see, he did return bearing gifts.

I hope the Mets have a lot to think about on their plane ride to the City of Angels. I’m not sure whether they need tough love, a Jedi master, Zen wisdom, a swift kick in the ass, or a combination of all of the above, but

they sure as heck need SOMETHING. No more excuses, boys. It’s time to start playing like a team that’s in first place.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

KICK OUT THE JAMS.

Ah, Friday night. A night where I have the couch to myself, the cat on my lap, TBF in section 116 of Comerica Park with his father and uncle, and THE METS WINNING! I have to confess that I still hold my breath, to a certain extent, every time Sosa is pitching. Why? I don’t know. Maybe because I’m waiting for the magic to wear off or the Real Jorge Sosa to show up or I don’t know what. His performances certainly don’t rate me watching the game from between my fingers, but it just feels too good to be true sometimes.

Today was the big Girls’ Day Out at ESPN Zone. I met Coop and Zoe in Times Square and squeezed our way inside between the hordes of tourists and hordes of Yankees fans preening because they were winning against the Pirates.
Coop shook her head. “What-ever.” I didn’t laugh because that was exactly my reaction when I arrived.

“Where is the Mets game?” Zoe asked, when we got to the bar, in the brief wait before our table was ready.
The bartender points at a small screen.
“Why can’t you put it on the big screen?”
“We will, once the Yankees are over.”
“But the Yankees have two screens, the horse race has one.”
“That screen’s in a different room.”
We all try pouting. It does not work.
Luckily, we were at our table and the Mets were ensconced on the big screen before the first inning was over, or there might have been a mutiny.

[More of our adventures, after the jump.]

Friday, June 08, 2007

LOLBaseball continues

[Thanks to the fine gals over at Ladies….]

[Also, a small LOLMariners (scroll down).]

Am I the only one who finds the whole LOL thing hilarious, especially when applied to baseball? Probably.