Lame post, I know.
I'm just wondering if anyone has any suggestions or changes to this site that they would be willing to share. Design, articles, whatever.
Either leave a comment or shoot me an e-mail.
Thanks!
7/18/08
Maybe there is hope for sports radio in New York and his name is Craig Carton
Joe Beningno, stinks. Mike Francessa, hack. Chris "Mad Dog" Russo, fool. Craig Carton...
While a case probably could be made that Carton belongs on the above list, I rather like him. He's a lifelong New York Mets fan, so I know he's a smart man. Some of the things he's said have been pretty dumb, like when he "divorced" the Mets in early June.
After the sweep at the hands of the Padres, Carton began proceedings and took out paperwork to divorce himself from the team. Obviously, he looks like a fool now, but something he said today proved that some people in mainstream media are starting to get with the program.
During a segment this morning Carton started talking about Jason Giambi and his All Star weekend festivities. Carton referenced a photo of Giambi drinking straight from a bottle of Jack Daniels at a club in Las Vegas. Carton then told listeners where to find the photo, and to my shock, it was a blog.
Sure, Deadspin is probably the most popular sports blog, but it's a start. It gives hope to all those lowly bloggers out there that yes, you too might have a chance at greatness. And that greatness is being mentioned by a host on an AM sports radio station.
While a case probably could be made that Carton belongs on the above list, I rather like him. He's a lifelong New York Mets fan, so I know he's a smart man. Some of the things he's said have been pretty dumb, like when he "divorced" the Mets in early June.
After the sweep at the hands of the Padres, Carton began proceedings and took out paperwork to divorce himself from the team. Obviously, he looks like a fool now, but something he said today proved that some people in mainstream media are starting to get with the program.
During a segment this morning Carton started talking about Jason Giambi and his All Star weekend festivities. Carton referenced a photo of Giambi drinking straight from a bottle of Jack Daniels at a club in Las Vegas. Carton then told listeners where to find the photo, and to my shock, it was a blog.
Sure, Deadspin is probably the most popular sports blog, but it's a start. It gives hope to all those lowly bloggers out there that yes, you too might have a chance at greatness. And that greatness is being mentioned by a host on an AM sports radio station.
Early Morning Madness: Tied for first place edition
Absolutely no one saw this coming. If you told me the Mets would rattle of 10 straight wins, and the tenth would see Johan Santana only last four innings, I would have told you to get away from me, you crazy human being.
Amazin'.
I've been wondering what the reaction is going to be once the Mets lose that fateful game. I'm sure, even though they will have won 10 or more in a row, fans will whine and complain about something and start demanding trades, cuts, and firings.
Just wait.
Yesterday, the Phillies traded for Joe Blanton from the A's.
I think Blanton will help them a bit, but it seems like a small patch to a much bigger hole. He is 5-12 on the year, with an ERA just below five (4.96). He is a good innings eater, going for 230 last season, but I think the Phillies are going to need more than that to hang tough.
It's time to put Luis Castillo, Orlando Hernandez, and Moises Alou in an air conditioned bus, send them down the coast, and have them placed into Del Boca Vista Retirement Facility.
Maybe the Mets could even buy them a Cadillac, a tip calculator, and one of those fancy pens that can write upside down.
And when they get there, each would have a card on the kitchen table of his new condo, signed "Love, Jerry...Manuel."
Amazin'.
I've been wondering what the reaction is going to be once the Mets lose that fateful game. I'm sure, even though they will have won 10 or more in a row, fans will whine and complain about something and start demanding trades, cuts, and firings.
Just wait.
** * **
Yesterday, the Phillies traded for Joe Blanton from the A's.
I think Blanton will help them a bit, but it seems like a small patch to a much bigger hole. He is 5-12 on the year, with an ERA just below five (4.96). He is a good innings eater, going for 230 last season, but I think the Phillies are going to need more than that to hang tough.
** * **
It's time to put Luis Castillo, Orlando Hernandez, and Moises Alou in an air conditioned bus, send them down the coast, and have them placed into Del Boca Vista Retirement Facility.
Maybe the Mets could even buy them a Cadillac, a tip calculator, and one of those fancy pens that can write upside down.
And when they get there, each would have a card on the kitchen table of his new condo, signed "Love, Jerry...Manuel."
7/17/08
Welcome to first place, Mets fans; Mets win 10-8
This game deserves more that just a sentence...
Johna Santana has his worst start in blue and orange, lasting a mere four innings and allowing five runs to score before getting chased. The Mets didn't seem to care. The bullpen faltered, for the first time in 22 innings. The Mets didn't seem to care. Billy Wagner blew the save in the All Star game. The Mets didn't seem to care.
After handing away a lead, twice, the Mets faced watching their nine game win streak go up in smoke. The Mets wanted none of that. The team stormed back, tying the game at 8-8 with a two run home run to right field off the bat of David Wright, scoring Argenis Reyes.
After two more singles, Carlos Delgado served the game breaker into left field, plating the go ahead run. Fernando Tatis didn't feel comfortable with just the one run lead, so he singled and drove in one more, bringing the score to it's final of 10-8.
Oh, and Wagner shut down the Reds 1-2-3 in the bottom of the ninth inning. No heart attacks tonight.
The winning streak has reached double digits. Possibly the best win of the year for the Mets, as they keep on rolling after the break.
With the Phillies taking a night off, the Mets move into a tie for first place with a record of 52-44.
Johna Santana has his worst start in blue and orange, lasting a mere four innings and allowing five runs to score before getting chased. The Mets didn't seem to care. The bullpen faltered, for the first time in 22 innings. The Mets didn't seem to care. Billy Wagner blew the save in the All Star game. The Mets didn't seem to care.
After handing away a lead, twice, the Mets faced watching their nine game win streak go up in smoke. The Mets wanted none of that. The team stormed back, tying the game at 8-8 with a two run home run to right field off the bat of David Wright, scoring Argenis Reyes.
After two more singles, Carlos Delgado served the game breaker into left field, plating the go ahead run. Fernando Tatis didn't feel comfortable with just the one run lead, so he singled and drove in one more, bringing the score to it's final of 10-8.
Oh, and Wagner shut down the Reds 1-2-3 in the bottom of the ninth inning. No heart attacks tonight.
The winning streak has reached double digits. Possibly the best win of the year for the Mets, as they keep on rolling after the break.
With the Phillies taking a night off, the Mets move into a tie for first place with a record of 52-44.
Shocker! El Duque's hurt again
Why do we even bother?
El Duque left his rehab start after one inning, giving up two runs and two hits.
Put a fork in him, he's d-o-n-e.
El Duque left his rehab start after one inning, giving up two runs and two hits.
Put a fork in him, he's d-o-n-e.
Surprise! Let the second "half" injuries begin
The Mets kick off their second "half" of their season tonight at Great American Ballpark out in Cincinatti.
Pedro Martinez, who was scheduled to pitch Sunday in the series finale against All Star Edison Volquez won't be able to make his start. Pedro received a cortisone shot to try help with some pain he had been feeling in his groin and hip. He will be moved back to a start on Tuesday against the Phillies.
And let the games begin!
Pedro Martinez, who was scheduled to pitch Sunday in the series finale against All Star Edison Volquez won't be able to make his start. Pedro received a cortisone shot to try help with some pain he had been feeling in his groin and hip. He will be moved back to a start on Tuesday against the Phillies.
And let the games begin!
Carlos Beltran is human
From Steve Popper:
I was sitting at the gate this morning, a coffee already trying to wear through the effects of the early wakeup call at home (and the lingering effects of that 15-inning All-Star Game that got me home at 3:30 a.m. Wednesday). [Carlos] Beltran rolled up with a smile, explaining how he had decided to bypass the team flight Wednesday night to spend a little extra time with his wife and his eight-month old daughter.He may be worth $119 million, but he's still a human being. I love reading stories like this, where they really put playing in perspective. They may be gawked at on the field and off, but deep down, there just guys like us, with a whole bundle of talent.
---
While I hide from the crowds (not for autographs obviously) behind my iPod and a book or newspaper, he came empty-handed and seemed to enjoy himself. He even helped guide an elderly man onto the plane as the man tried to speak to him and nearly stumbled as they boarded the plane.
Are the New York Mets giving me heart problems??
For the past six weeks, my heart has been sporadically pounding in my chest as I sit on the couch and do nothing. Honestly, I'm just lounging around, browsing the web, petting my dog, and watching the New York Mets play baseball...
That's it!
The Mets are causing my heart problems! I've been to the doctor, so there's no reason to worry about me, and everything checked out fine, so it's nothing structural with my heart. It must be something mental, something deep down inside me that comes to a head and boils over. That "thing" is my passion for the Mets, and their roller coaster season.
We've all been there: the heart wrenching losses, the jubilant wins, and the anticipation of both. Maybe I need to take time off from the Mets, but if you know me, you already know that is not happening. It takes a lot to pry me away from the television, nad if I'm not at the TV, it's even harder to get me away from the radio. My computer is then next in line, as I grasp that until my knuckles are white, dumbly watching Gameday and waiting for it to refresh with the next pitch.
Last, and definitely least, I text Google on my phone for the score. I hate missing games. I don't know why, but if I miss a game, I just feel so out of the loop.
Anyway, these Mets, who have been harrowing on the edge of "firesale" and now are merely a half game out of first, have taken me on the roller coaster season of my life, and I don't think my heart, or anyones for that matter, was prepared for what has already transpired. So many ups, so many downs. They had been fairly equivalent before July, but this is a new month, a new team, with a new fervor amongst them.
One could only imagine what the rest of the season has in store...
That's it!
The Mets are causing my heart problems! I've been to the doctor, so there's no reason to worry about me, and everything checked out fine, so it's nothing structural with my heart. It must be something mental, something deep down inside me that comes to a head and boils over. That "thing" is my passion for the Mets, and their roller coaster season.
We've all been there: the heart wrenching losses, the jubilant wins, and the anticipation of both. Maybe I need to take time off from the Mets, but if you know me, you already know that is not happening. It takes a lot to pry me away from the television, nad if I'm not at the TV, it's even harder to get me away from the radio. My computer is then next in line, as I grasp that until my knuckles are white, dumbly watching Gameday and waiting for it to refresh with the next pitch.
Last, and definitely least, I text Google on my phone for the score. I hate missing games. I don't know why, but if I miss a game, I just feel so out of the loop.
Anyway, these Mets, who have been harrowing on the edge of "firesale" and now are merely a half game out of first, have taken me on the roller coaster season of my life, and I don't think my heart, or anyones for that matter, was prepared for what has already transpired. So many ups, so many downs. They had been fairly equivalent before July, but this is a new month, a new team, with a new fervor amongst them.
One could only imagine what the rest of the season has in store...
Early Morning Madness: Baseball, come back! edition
Three days of suffering is over. Baseball will return to all of our lives tonight, and the world is a better place.
I missed baseball. I get home from work around 6:00 p.m. every night. That usually gives me ample time to decompress, eat, check my e-mail and whatnot and have enough time to gear up for the Mets game.
The Mets are my escape. It's great to come home after a long day of commuting and sit back, hopefully relax, and enjoy three hours of baseball. I love everything about the game.
I love Gary Cohen and Keith Hernandez or Ron Darling in the booth, breaking down players, plays, situations. I also love when they don't talk about the game at all, but reminisce on the past or just completely digress away from the topic into something that has nothing to do with baseball.
I love the singularity of the game. One player vs. another. Pitcher vs. batter. The pitcher is at the advantage, as he has eight other guys on the field waiting to help him, but for the batter, it's like David versus Goliath. This one person must break down the power of nine to attempt to get a hit, move a runner over, score a run.
I love the strategy. The double switch, something foreign to most American League fans, as I've had to explain it on more than a few occasions. Bunting a runner over. The elusive suicide squeeze. All these plays, plays that each and every player knows about, but can't truly tell when they're going to come, or if they're going to come. The anticipation of every play, every pitch, is truly wonderful. You're on the edge of your seat, practically from the first pitch to the last. Any game could turn with the swing of the bat, a ball out of the strike zone, or an errant throw.
Today, baseball will return, with my hunger and passion for it renewed. Sometimes game after game gets a little repetitive and tedious, but with a few days off from true competition, I'm chomping at the bit to see some New York Mets baseball again.
I missed baseball. I get home from work around 6:00 p.m. every night. That usually gives me ample time to decompress, eat, check my e-mail and whatnot and have enough time to gear up for the Mets game.
The Mets are my escape. It's great to come home after a long day of commuting and sit back, hopefully relax, and enjoy three hours of baseball. I love everything about the game.
I love Gary Cohen and Keith Hernandez or Ron Darling in the booth, breaking down players, plays, situations. I also love when they don't talk about the game at all, but reminisce on the past or just completely digress away from the topic into something that has nothing to do with baseball.
I love the singularity of the game. One player vs. another. Pitcher vs. batter. The pitcher is at the advantage, as he has eight other guys on the field waiting to help him, but for the batter, it's like David versus Goliath. This one person must break down the power of nine to attempt to get a hit, move a runner over, score a run.
I love the strategy. The double switch, something foreign to most American League fans, as I've had to explain it on more than a few occasions. Bunting a runner over. The elusive suicide squeeze. All these plays, plays that each and every player knows about, but can't truly tell when they're going to come, or if they're going to come. The anticipation of every play, every pitch, is truly wonderful. You're on the edge of your seat, practically from the first pitch to the last. Any game could turn with the swing of the bat, a ball out of the strike zone, or an errant throw.
Today, baseball will return, with my hunger and passion for it renewed. Sometimes game after game gets a little repetitive and tedious, but with a few days off from true competition, I'm chomping at the bit to see some New York Mets baseball again.
7/16/08
HoJo goes to the beach
Just got this press release in the mail. The accompanying photo is classic.
HOWARD JOHNSON TRANSITIONS FROM THE DIAMOND TO THE SAND COURT FOR THE
CUERVO BEACH CITY CHALLENGE
Mets Coach/Legend Competes With & Against Top AVP Pros
at South Street SeaportHoward “HoJo” Johnson, NY Mets legend and current team hitting coach joined Team Cuervo, 14 of the hottest athletes on the beach this morning at the South Street Seaport bringing all the excitement of professional beach volleyball to Manhattan with the Cuervo Beach City Challenge.Local fans were able to come out and set, serve and spike against AVP pros and “HoJo” at the South Street Seaport, which was transformed with 120 tons of sand, official AVP court set-up and the players themselves.
That's all well and good, but the photo is the icing on the cake:
Such grace.
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