Strike Gramps

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Baseball Can Be Boring

Me and my father and brother went to a Mets game tonight.  They lost. Big surprise.

Decent game at least. No big apple. Nothing exciting. We sat next to a guy that got interviewed. And I drank two very large beers and a scarfed a bag of peanuts. That was the highlight. Go Mets.

One Last Grounder, One Last Fly

I'm a Mets fan, but I;m not necessarily a Yankee hater. I'm indifferent towards them actually. Almost as if they were involved in a different activity, which some seasons, is not far from reality.

But this kind of stuff will get me every time.

Also, this is the most baseball I've watched all year.

Not Even For The Tacos

I have not watched a single game, a single inning. I did hear they won today.

I could care less. I heard they lost Harvey to possibly Tommy John.

I care a little.

I don't know if I've finally given in to the absolute boredom that occurs while watching a game, nonetheless of a terrible team, or if I just genuinely have better things to do.

I'll go with the latter.

I guess it's still possible that we go to a late season fall game, get Yuula a new life experience, eat some of those delicious Citi-tacos.

Mmm cilantro.

Somebody find us some cheap tickets.

What's A Cowgill?

I am to understand that yesterday was also opening day. Hard to get excited about a game versus the Padres, but also hard to get excited when you're a Mets fan period. I went to the bathroom at lunch and actually caught the first run of the year, scored by Buck I think off a Tejada single. Then after we ate and came back to play some photo hunt I saw the 7-2 gap and was content. Seems like I missed some action, but I'll have 161 more chances. 

go mets

Cy And Bye And Sigh

So I haven't paid any attention to baseball in months and look what happens. Apparently back in December the Mets traded last year's knight in shining armor, R.A. Dickey to the Bluejays for some these dudes up above. That and some other collateral damage. Flip-flopping a young catcher and a washed up catcher for a younger and a washer upper catcher as well, but I guess Thole had to go because ain't no one else catching that wicked Cy Young knuckle ball. So now they got Reyes and Dickey up in Canada. Lucky ducks. Lucky geese.

We get a couple of fine young men in D'Arnaud & Syndergaard, a catcher and a pitcher, but we let go of the only thing that had 90% of the Mets fans watching games after the All-Star break last year...

...c'mon now. I'm gonna have to route for Toronto now.

Pitchers/Catchers

Met4Life

In the recent dark days of Metdom, it seemed no one would be remotely interested in being associated with this team, long term, short term or any term in between. We've seen Beltran fly the coup, Reyes head for greener pastures, and I was sure that it was just a matter of time before Wright wised up and threw his hat into the free agency. But today word comes down that not only is Wright gonna stick around, apparently he's sticking around for awhile, possibly the rest of his career. The ink on the seven year $138 million contract has yet to dry, but it doesn't mean that I can't throw a mini-celebration tonight as a relief that finally someone likes us enough to wanna stick around. 

R.A. Is The C.Y.

Wow! I did not follow the second half of their miserable season, but I did hear murmurings of how well Dickey pitching and I did catch his final few starts of the season, seeing him win his 20th game (a feat most statisticians deemed "improbable" in the modern era) and felt a undeserved sense of pride in simply sticking with my team. I read he is the first knuckleballer to ever win the honor of Cy Young award and to make the fairytale ever more fairy-like, two years ago Dickey was cut from the Mets, the 38 year old thinking his career may be over. Fast forward to 2012 and this happens. Who knows what's next. The Mets fan in me says come back and do it again. The human side says, say 'thanks for the memories", ride off into the sunset, and rest that wobble.

BuhBye BuhBay

Three seasons of misery and concussion recovery and Bay is finally gone. I was as excited as the next guy to see him come over from Boston but I ain't shedding a tear for him now. Not for anyone on this team really. I guess now we just sit back and watch him hit .315 and hit 40 homeruns with Florida next year or something. Such is life in Flushing.

While The Diamond Is Still Relevant

...how about some baseball humor at my own expense?

Root For The Least Recent

I would have liked to see a Baltimore/Washington series, or even see Oakland get a swing at things, but it was abundantly clear early on in the playoffs that that wasn't in the cards (no pun intended). So we got stuck with the top four that your Grandma could've predicted and at this point I gotta go with the only team not to have won one of the last three World Series. So, Go Detroit!(?) I do like the Giants, and I'd love to see my boy Angel Pagan get a ring, so I'm not gonna campaign too hard. Just putting it out there. 

But it would be convenient to root for both Giants in two separate sports, even if it was just for the weekend.

If The Count Is Even It's Time To Dance

I learned something tonight as I watched the Mets game. I need to watch with the volume off or I will never make it thru a game without being prompted to turn on the dance music station.

I also learned that the Mets can really get those pitchers deep into the count, usually falling on 2-2 somewhere along the way, and every time Keith, Gary or Ron utter the phrase 2-2 Yuula goes and grabs her tutu and insists that they were talking to her. So we dance.

I can watch a little on that picture in picture thing, but when she's shaking a good tail feather it's hard to not gawk in awe. I'll catch the recap after she goes night-night.

PS - Mets crushed Philly 11-1

It Has Happened

I wake this morning with an unfettered sense of righteousness, no longer a feeling of persecution or looked poorly upon for my allegiances, my loyalties, and ultimately validating my hours upon hours spent watching for such life-altering moments. The sun seems to rise a little slower on this day yet with more urgency, the birds song is more lovely and forthright tho I thought it not possible, and my cup of steaming lemon lift is an unexpectedly delicious introduction to what appears to be a renewal of life, a new lease on pride and dignity as I now live in a world in which I can hold my head high, no matter how bright the orange and blue insignia emblazoned upon my chapeau of 100% wooly goodness may shine, giving me the free reign to never again hide behind the excuse of entrenchment in enemy geography or however severe the lack in most recent achievement may be, no longer can we be targeted as the butt of every joke, the proverbial ugly stepchild, the unfortunate and untimely victims of happenstance, I can raise my child to know that we have been reaffirmed as one in fate, a cosmic alignment has occurred and a universal wrong has been righted, and there is nothing anywhere that can ever take that away from us.*

Simply put, The New York Metropolitans have a no-hitter!

For a team that's been counted out of the 2012 season since last October it's been a pretty decent season already. Last night was our World Series as far as I'm concerned, this season is already a great one. Maybe we'll make it out to the park.

Here's the entire top of the 9th in case you missed it, quality questionable.

Sorry Padres.

*nothing except maybe the bad call on Carlos Beltran's single just into fair territory in the 6th.

Valdespin!

That's one way to get your first major league hit, break a 9th inning tie in your rivals house on a 3 run homerun off Jonathan Papelbon...

watch dumbfounded Phillie fans here

How They Already Up?

Game just started!

Grapefruits Are Gonna Roll

Ok. Let's get this out of the way. Tonight is the first Grapefruit league game of the preseason for Los Mets, which already seems a fitting name for the team whose diehard fans are calling .500 a victory for the upcoming season. Widdled down to just two proper superstars and a handful of ragamuffins, all projections are for dead last in the now uber competitive NL East, and it's hard to hope for otherwise. Of course if all these youngens like Duda, Davis, Murphy & Tejada start to really fulfill their promises and Jason Bay finally gets over the curse of coming to Queens, who knows what could happen. And maybe David Wright can make the most out of that new closer wall and Santana can finally give the Mets a no-hitter. At least they could try and keep it interesting.

On the upside, tickets will be cheap.

From Flushing To Fishing

No that fancy 'M' on his hat does not stand for Metropolitan. Not anymore. You are looking at the new lead-off hitter for the recently refurbished Miami Marlins. He's your problem now. Begin the era of... oh I don't care right now.

Before The Weekend Starts

Typical Friday night: pizza, beer, ice cream.

We are out of control with this new dvr.

The Phillies are 3 outs away from going home.

It is a bad idea to have a sectional on Friday night before a weekend off.

Yankee fans are a spirited bunch.

Tomorrow is our only family day of the month. Better make it count.

Yuula is good at identification and blueberries.

I'm gonna miss the summer.

Phillies lost. Howard is down. I'm embarrassed for that.

And A Batting Title To Boot