seats

Aug 8th, 2006

back from the emerald city

TBF and I rolled into town over three hours late, so there’s just time to catch up on the news, the gossip, and upload a couple of pictures before getting to sleep early, so I can get to work early, so I can try to get to the f’in game in time to see the starting lineups announced. I am VERY excited to see the returns of Mr. Piazza and Mr. Cameron, but I also hope we kick their asses. We managed to keep up with Friday’s game via gamecast, Saturday’s game via the out of town scoreboard at Safeco, and Sunday we watched the game later that night – well, we fastforwarded through it – after being out all day and all evening.… [more]

Aug 3rd, 2006

nail-biting thrills (not)

I thought by now I was used to the continuum of suspense, the rollercoaster, the ups and downs. Tonight, however, I don’t know if I’m just tired or if it was really that bad, but my mumbling in the kitchen about my lack of confidence that the Mets would pull this one out in the 9th earned me a mini-lecture from TBF, something about “you don’t have a lot of confidence in your players, now do you”. At that moment, my answer would have been a resounding “no”. I wish d.wright would pull out of his slump. And Cliff – well, you know, Cliff.… [more]

valentin

Aug 3rd, 2006

why don’t I LOVE jose valentin?

This article from mets.com yesterday got me to sit down and think about this quandry, which has been rolling around in my head for a while. I remember the Milwaukee series when Jose Valentin changed from the guy whose at-bats you’d watched behind split fingers, into the superhero, Grand Slam-slugging guy we have today. I remember sending a text message to TBF: “where is jose valentin and what have they done with him” “its someone else wearing a jose valentin suit” was his response. And, to our continued amazement, it wasn’t a fluke. He kept producing. And producing. And his defense wasn’t half-bad either – he wasn’t going to win a Gold Glove any time soon, but he was no Kaz Matsui, either.… [more]

Aug 2nd, 2006

duaner is gothamist’s “idiot of the month”

Yes, Gothamist’s sports coverage is puerile at best. But this has got to be the most dumb-ass article I have seen, since the one that complained that Patti Smith hogged the Bowery Ballroom every New Year’s Eve, depriving indieflavorbandofthemonth from that venue, and couldn’t she just die already? TIEN MAO, YOU LIVE IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD, WATCH YOURSELF. [kidding.] [well, sort of.] —–… [more]

Aug 1st, 2006

x to the z

No sooner do I publish my sacred Mets iPod playlist then do I have to revise it, removing “X” by Xzibit, since #22, Mr. Nady, is no longer with us. I quite liked X (and not just because he looked like Joaquin Phoenix), but as the season went on, I was more and more uncomfortable when he was out there – not quite Victor Diaz-level uncomfortable (I swear I had grey hair last summer brought on entirely by Victor Diaz’ presence in RF), but I was never 100% sure he was going to be able to generate the rubber arms and Roadrunner-like legs that an outfielder seems to need as part of his arsenal (except Carlos Beltran, who, while he will dive when the situation warrants, carries himself with elegance).… [more]

Jul 31st, 2006

3:27pm, day of the trade deadline

*ring ring* “We just traded Xavier Nady for relief help.” I look at the clock. 3:26pm. “Wow, Omar has half an hour.” “They said they knew about it last night, but kept it quiet so they didn’t get ripped off in the trade.” “Shouldn’t you be impressed that I know that the trade deadline is 4pm?” *pause* “Wait a minute – how DID you know that?” My head is spinning right now. Is it always this bad? —–… [more]

Jul 31st, 2006

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Sanchez separated shoulder in car accident TBF is inconsolable. The title of this post was the subject line of the email that sent me this piece of information. So this brings me to something I have been thinking about: acts of God (accidents), acts of stupidity (like sports players who engage in extreme sports during the season), and acts of bravery (think: the Beltran-Cameron Collision of ’05). Everything can be rolling along fine and then disaster strikes. This is something you cannot plan for. As a former manager of mine used to say, “Unfortunately, this work is being done by humans.” It’s the inexplicable force, brought by the human factor, that makes the sport and the performance of it such a joy, but it’s also the same thing that can make it an almost-tragedy (and realize that I am exaggerating in the case of Duaner for effect here, but also, it’s not like he was a trivial force in the bullpen).… [more]

Jul 28th, 2006

boogie shoes

Mets Grrl is one of the annoying people who will unashamedly judge you based on what’s in your record collection (and what’s not). I will be checking our your iPod playlist or your cd collection before asking any other questions. (Before you say anything, how many of you don’t talk to certain people because of the sports teams they like [and don't]? So don’t start.)t So when I first started going to Mets games, I found the whole concept of walk-on music to be FASCINATING. If you have read some of my posts about games, you may have noticed how I pay more attention to this than, well, most sane people.… [more]

Jul 28th, 2006

METS GRRL’S IPOD BASEBALL PLAYLIST

This will take me from Canal St. (work) to Willets Point: Meet the Mets (organ version) City Of Blinding Lights – U2 Bring Em Out – T.I. Eminence Front – The Who Start Me Up – The Rolling Stones Subway Train – The New York Dolls Brass Monkey – The Beastie Boys Staying Alive – Bee Gees X – Xzibit London Calling – The Clash Enter Sandman – Metallica Taking Care of Business – BTO Meet the Mets – Yo La Tengo (live on WFMU) … [more]

Jul 26th, 2006

“no. the OTHER carlos.”

I swear that the guys at Joe’s Busy Corner — whose food is usually incredibly delicious — deliberately make us crappy sandwiches if we walk in wearing Mets gear. I was sitting there tonight, eating a seriously less than enjoyable sandwich (the North 8th and Driggs: mozzarella, prosciutto, sun-dried tomatoes, olive oil), and not wanting to mention it, since TBF did especially go out of his way to get us these sandwiches. Finally, a grimace from me caught his attention. “Does your sandwich suck?” “It was so sweet and considerate of you to go to Joe’s for the sandwiches,” I say.… [more]