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Author Matthew Silverman
October 6, 2017
Final Grades In,
Manager Is Out
cannot say that the end of Terry Collins’s regime is unforeseen or
unfair. The team was terrible. He didn’t do a great job this year. And
last time the Mets gave a manager a pass on a lousy season because of
injuries, the debacle of 2009 turned into the wasted season of 2010 at
the end of the Jerry Manuel watch. That’s where Terry came in. The Mets
gave him blessed little to work with and I never in a million years
thought he’d last three years, much less seven. And he could have easily
been fired after the 2013 season, when the team went 74-88 and finished
a distant third behind, you guessed it, the Nationals. This year the
Mets finished 27 behind Weshington, lost 92 games, and were crushed by
10 or more runs in a game eight times, including the final game of the
Collins regime. Just when I thought I might go the whole season without
seeing someone hit an inside-the-park home run, there it is with two
outs in the home team’s last at bat of the year. Thank you, Nick
thank you, Terry Collins. I did not agree with the majority of your
moves. I turned off the TV at least a dozen times in disgust at one of
the moves you did or (more often) did not make. I still have a hard time
that a manager who had exactly four nine-inning complete games over the
last four years of his managerial reign, would let Matt Harvey—about a
billion clicks past his innings limit in a season after Tommy John
surgery—pitch the ninth inning of a must-win game to keep his team’s
season going. But Terry had made a believer out of me by then. I thought
he should be fired during the 2015 season—and then I thought he should
be Manager of the Year. How he did not win the NL award in either 2015
or ’16 defies comprehension. What happened in 2017 defies logic.
team’s ERA was 5.01, and what’s worse, their 5.14 ERA by the starters
was the worst in club history—and that is counting 1962. Taking all the
pitchers together, only the Reds were worse—and they play in a complete
bandbox. If you were to make all National League stadiums equal, the
Mets, Reds, and Marlins all tied for the worst pitching in the NL. Yet
the Mets hit home runs like no Mets team in history (224—tied with the
Brewers for most in the NL) yet barely mustered 70 wins. There were so
many injuries that for the first time since I started this site—and the
first time in more than a quarter century—I do not have a Favorite
Non-Playing Met—because everyone played. Brandon Nimmo had the award
locked up in August, but then he flew past the 200 at-bat mark in
September. Not a bad little player if given a chance: .260/.379/.418.
Too bad two All-Star outfielders had to go down and two former All-Star
outfielders had to be traded for that to happen. Norichika Aoki wasn’t
even signed by the Mets until September 2, and even he cracked 117 plate
appearances and he was like a virtual Eddie “The Walking Man” Yost with
you were in a Mets uniform and not on the DL in 2017, you played.
Fernando Salas and Josh Edgin even pitched in 40-plus games apiece
before they were cut. Tommy Millone threw 27.1 innings despite an 8.56
ERA. Catcher Kevin Plawecki had a lower ERA than supposed pitchers Sean
Gilmartin and Adam Wilk—and Plawecki had a 12.00 ERA!
for who qualifies for grades, I went with 50 ABs, 25 IP, though I have
painstakingly listed everyone who appeared at all for the 2017 Mets on
this report card. That actually eliminates a couple of Mets who seemed
to pitch a lot, including A.J. Ramos, the team’s lone legitimate
addition during its August purge, plus no go for Phil Evans, Jacob
Rhame, Kevin McGowan, Jamie Callahan, and the aforementioned Gilmartin
and Wilk. Mets who qualified for the innings or at bat limit in the
first half, but only overall—such as Tyler Pill—are left in their
“productive” half. Same with guys who arrived in the second half. As for
the extenuating circumstances of Noah Syndergaard’s season, I will
follow a suggestion that a reader wrote in when I gave Noah a tough “C”
during the first half; his attempts to come back and show he is healthy
earns an INC for the year, which is probably fairer. When you have to
work your butt off for an INC, that means your team had a pretty bad
season. And though Syndergaard surpassed the minimum innings pitched and
got an INC, we are giving one of his outs to Jeurys Famila, who only
managed 24.2 innings on his own but still showed a little of that old
prowess at the end.
this season requires a lot of explaining.
Final 2017 Grades
1H 2H Final
B+ B+ B+ Should’ve
made All-Stars. No matter the worthiness of wins as a stat, cheers to 15
on this team
(and 5.0 WAR).
Michael Conforto B+
B+ B+ Favorite Nonplaying
was All-Star for
A real triumph but a real downer when he too got hurt.
they kept him. Though wins and even ERA for relievers are so-so, here's
to 6-0 for year with 2.14 2H ERA.
held off Conforto for Mets HR lead, even though he was traded in early
August. Now loving life in Cleveland.
not stick with the Trade Bait Express? Wish they could have signed him,
but that arm has many T.C. miles.
B Got to find a way to
keep Wilmer healthy in Sept. He was killing it with 11 HR just in 2H
when went down for year.
B Lucas Luck:
Traded by Mets to Rays, who are in Bronx; and Duda is in San Diego. 30
HRs between NY + TB.
Asdrubal Cabrera C
a malcontent sure to be dealt, but hit .307 in 2H after SS move. Last
Mets hit was game-winning HR.
Batted .215 in 1H, but then batted .288 with .356 OBP in 2H. Had 24 SBs;
rest of team had 34. Hit 15 HRs.
Yoenis Cespedes C
After confounding 1H, was hitting .321 in 2H until hurt for good. His
health should be reason to change trainer.
Curtis Granderson C+
Near the end
of the line, but hit 19 HRs as a Met. Last at bat in NY was grand slam.
Epitome of good clubhouse.
C+ Gsellman had an ERA that was 2.66 better
in 2H. He wound up 2nd on team in wins, starts, and innings.
Final grade does not look impressive, but he may have saved bacon and
nontender. Hit .297 with 6 HRs in Sept.
C C+ C+
Like everyone else, he was hurt but made 13 2H starts and had best
nickname day jersey in MLB: Quarterican.
Josh Smoker F
B+ C+ He
earned every bit of F in 1H, but I was pulling for him and he had 2.63
ERA in 2H and was a nice lefty.
B- C C+
Good guy but hurt way too often. Money they wound up giving him would
have looked great on Daniel Murphy.
Like Granderson, hit HR in last Mets game. Was cut to let Plawecki be
backup. Then Rene hit .341 as a Cub.
Seemed like he was much
worse in 2H, but he was actually better. Oh, that was the suckitude of
Juan Lagares C-
D+ C- I
thought he had better 2H, but maybe I was excited because he was finally
healthy. With his glove, .250 will do.
Rafael Montero D- B-
C- He pitched
better in 2H, but WAR for year is 0.1, 5.52 ERA. Best hope is
middle-inning guy or low-yield trade bait.
have looked even worse if someone this bad had been 2nd to deGrom in Ws
(7-4). Thanks, Gsellman.
D In the major
leagues you are judged on results, not potential--even if you are always
hurt. 0-6 10.15 ERA in 2H.
D See above.
Harvey's 2H ERA was even higher than Matz's: 11.28. Best game in final
month was in relief.
Only Appeared in One Half as Met
1H 2H Notes
Actually played 12 games after break, but his 2H was stolen. Poor start,
then .294 May, .305 June, .306 July.
Was really surprised when this guy showed up on doorstep and started
batting first, but at 35 he still can play.
be told, his numbers weren't so great overall, but seeing him those last
couple of weeks was heartening.
One of few Mets 2017 objectives met: see if Nimmo can play. Maybe
platoon with Lagares, good off bench.
For comparison sake, what little time he saw in 1H he batted .125; 2H
hit .303 with .411 OBP. Back on radar.
atrocious outing for Mets that cost a win, but he had 7 saves for a team
with few options in 2H.
Hype faded quickly
for MLB's top prospect. Had good moments, quick, but looked more raw
than rookie Reyes.
He can hit the ball far, exhibited by 9 HRs in 49 games, but he did bat
.198 with 49 K's. Defense is spotty, too.
Guy got people out and got better assignments as season wore along.
Finished with an
His numbers actually were not that bad, unless you look at June and 7.88
ERA. Or that lefties hit .280.
I forgot he even pitched this year before
he got hurt. Again. Forgettable year and lost last 5 decisions.
And look at the kind of pitcher that took Wheeler's place! Had some good
starts, but awful outside of Citi.
Eric Goeddel C- Didn’t
pitch enough for first half grade, and 2H appeared in many of the team's
blowout losses. Mopup man.
Played little in 1H but was better in 2H. 5 RBI in 69 games (130 PA).
Seems like time should go to better use.
I can understand hype about Rosario and Smith, but this guy looks like a
utility infielder who can't field.
Nice that 28-year-old got first chance in bigs and had a walk-off hit,
but 59 PAs? Wasted year by Mets.
Fernando Salas D
Should have seen it as a sign that something was amiss when he was used
like an important bullpen cog in 1H.
Tyler Pill D-
Baseball-reference.com projects Pill's record over a full season
based on his limited time this year as 0-20. Yow!
Somehow didn't get a grade in 1H; that was an oversight. If he was
pitching, you knew to watch something else.
A lot of lousy Mets passed through Flushing in 2017, but this guy is
undisputed champeen of the scrubs.
as I said before, Terry did a lot for Mets, he had better records with
team that were far worse.
Sandy Alderson C
his finest hour, either. Traded a lot of quality players for a bunch of
relievers. Pick a winner, Sandy!
July 23, 2017
Not Your Sunday
I made the mistake of going to a Mets game
on a Sunday. I knew the Mets did not play well on Sunday, and were 0-4
in trying to complete home sweeps—all on Sunday. But how was I to know
that when I bought seats online directly from a season ticket holder in
the last row of the first section at Citi Field behind home plate. My
whole family attended a game for the first time since the 2013 All-Star,
when our standing room tickets transformed into great seats when the
people in front of us left early.
This one got a late start, thanks to a
downpour, but the seats had four different clubs to seek refuge in. With
two picky eaters gone teenagers, I was not about to waste the $33
all-you can eat ballpark food at the Porsche Club, so we gambled on the
Foxwoods Club and waited out the rain until we could order Shake Shack
from the waiter service. But I am not there for the food. It’s better
than anything I ever ate at Shea, but I wonder what’s the surcharge to
a second helping of the ’86 Mets, please.
Both WOR radio and the
New York Times did a fine job of chronicling the Mets’ woes on
Sunday. The Mets had been 4-0 in games I attended this year this year
(all on Friday or Saturday nights), and somehow got great pitching
performances each time. I did not get a bad effort from Rafael Montero
against Oakland, either. But the Mets lived up to the Sunday billing.
They have actually won twice at home on
Sunday (once in April and once in June). Yet they lost this one to
Oakland, the closest loss they’d had on a home Sunday all year—the other
seven losses had been by an average score of 9-2. This was 3-2, sounding
a lot more like the 1973 World Series against the A’s than a pedestrian
interleague game against a foe whose players’ names were almost entirely
unfamiliar to me except for Yoenis Cespedes, who wants to go back there
for his final year. I hope the final year of Yo’s career won’t come for
a while and if I could go back in time and spend one more year in the
house where I grew up, I’d probably wish for it aloud, too.
On Sunday Yoenis gave everyone a jolt—if
not a McDonald’s-sponsored compression sleeve with his #52 on it—when he
skied a high fly to center with a man on in the ninth. The crowd behind
me oohed and ahed, but I had a perfect view up the middle of umpire,
catcher, pitcher, and center fielder. Jaycob Brugman (I so had to look
up the A’s CF) never moved and the Mets never quite got off the Sunday
And if the Mets had gotten three wins in Flushing
in 1973, there would have never been that ill-fated flight to Oakland or
the George Stone what-if, or facing Catfish Hunter, or Ken Holtzman, or
Reggie Jackson stomping on home plate, and the A’s celebrating all
around the Oakland Coliseum, which is now the fifth-oldest ballpark in
baseball, if not the least attractive.
The Mets lost their last game at the Oakland Coliseum in 1973—on a
Sunday, no less.
July 10, 2017
First Half Grades
Groan! That pretty much sums up the first half of the 2017 season. There
have been some really nice performances from areas that, based on last
year, you weren’t expecting a lot from—good work, Jay Bruce and Michael
Conforto. There have been Mets who have been bad after seeing a lot of
good things last year—Robert Gsellman and Jose Reyes, please stand up.
But the biggest problems is not with individuals, but in team areas
where if you are this bad, you are not going to win, no matter how much
hype there is. And that is especially true of the team’s supposed bread
and butter: Pitching.
end the first half, the Mets are next-to-last in in the National League
in team ERA, dead last in adjusted ERA, last in walks and hits per
inning, and third-to-last in homers per nine innings (and that’s while
playing in one of the league’s bigger parks).
defense has been brutal. Official scoring deficiencies make the number of
errors an inexact barometer, but you don’t want to be last in fewest
double plays turned, or have the lowest percentage of balls in play
turned into outs, and whether you like sabermetrics or not, being last
in the NL in the two main zone rating fielding stats is not good.
while the offense has looked good hitting the second-most longballs in
the league, the offense has not been able to make up for the
aforementioned deficiencies. And if it seems like the Mets go weeks
without stealing a base, that’s not far off: No NL team has stolen fewer
bases, or tried less—to steal, that is.
While you cannot use it as an excuse, the
Mets have had 20 injuries this year. That has not helped, but eight
games under .500?
now we are going to separate the parts and grade them and see if it is
all bad. It’s not a great report card. And it’s going to be a long
second half banging erasers if this doesn’t change. But look on the
bright side, the last two years the Mets have played well in the second
half when it counted and reached the postseason both times—last year
they were knocked off after one day in shiny October. The previous year,
though, the Mets had one of the best postseason runs in team history,
until their luck ran dry in a trio of late losses against the Royals.
I have a few minimums set for inclusion in my NYM GPA. Players
50 at bats or 15 innings pitched. That puts this list at dirty 30 (17
pitchers). It prevents Jeurys Familia, Brandon
Nimmo, Matt Reynolds, Kevin Plawecki, Ty Kelly, Sean Gilmartin, Erik
Goeddel, Gavin Cecchini, Chasen Bradford, Adam Wilk, and Tommy Millone from getting proper
grades. Work harder, work smarter. Except for you relievers, where the
advice is don’t work so darned much. Starters can help by pitching well
enough to keep Terry Collins in the dugout longer.
First-half 2017 Report Card:
Jacob deGrom B+Wish
I could say he’s keeping Mets in race
at 9-3, 130 K’s, 111 IP,
and 3.65. But he’s not.
Screwed out of All-Stars, too.
has had more at bats, hit more homers, collected more hits, and driven
in more runs than any Met.
Michael Conforto B+
Spent last All-Star break in minors.
This year he is an All-Star! Leads team in BA, OPS. One of few reasons
Addison Reed BNot as
solid as last year, but that is from overuse. No longer in top 10 in
appearances only because of no save chances.
is NL leader in games in 1H with 44. As a result, he has had some rough
outings and vultured a 4-0 record.
Duda again has
been hurt a lot, but in 1H still wound up second on team in HR, 2B, BB,
and OPS. Always a threat.
Classic case. He does everything asked of him in minors and still takes
forever to start. Hitting .299 with pop.
T.J. is a little
ahead of Wilmer at this point at plate and in field. If one hit lefty,
we would have next
Mullinorg 3B platoon.
who is hurt too often.
Good defense, nice offense, but pricey. Rivera/Flores may be at 2B next
Got hot after cold start, but if someone in OF logjam has to sit, it
should be Curtis. Led team in 1H games played.
C+ Last All-Star break he was at .187; this year .259 with 6 HR. With
d’Arnaud, Mets lucky to have his bat and arm.
C At this point last year he was keeping
Mets offense afloat, this year been hurt and doesn’t
even have 20 RBI at break.
Guy missed two years, the two best years the Mets have had this
millennium. Should see more breaks than he gets.
C Didn’t expect
squat from him and he is
not bad. He is 0-3 with a 4.33 ERA, but he has 10.54 K’s per 9 IP.
Noah Syndergaard C Whatever the deal, if your ace
skips an MRI and then gets hurt in his next start; he drops a full letter
Gsellman were the unknown cavalry that saved the day last year.
This year they are .500 on sub-.500 club.
Was best Mets
shortstop since Reyes.
Now Jose is back and AC is at 2B. Either he or Walker should get traded
Jose has dug himself
out of a deep early hole, but hitting .215 at the All-Star break and no
longer top of lineup threat.
He makes ideal battery with Matz: both are
forever hurt, sting the ball at plate, tease with glimpses of glory.
Always hurt and not
always effective. He made just 6 starts in 1H, but he did average 6.1 IP
per start with 3.05 ERA.
Juan Lagares C-
Wasn’t long ago GM joked, "what outfieldf."
Now team has such depth a former Gold Glover is 5th OF—when not hurt.
Don’t know what to expect when he comes in, which has happened 40
frigging times in 1H. No wonder Mets are so so.
shining light of staff, you have no idea what you will get from him. Or
if he’ll stay healthy. Or where he'll end up.
He is tied for second with Wheeler with 76 innings and has a 5-5 record
despite a 6.16 ERA. Sophomore slump.
Fernando Salas D
have a hard time blaming him. He gets straightened out and then is used
again and again until he returns to meat.
One shockingly good start
and otherwise pitched like crap. Highest WHIP of anyone on list, and
that’s saying something.
His 4-1 record and
holding up (for a while) under constant use by manager keeps Hansel and
his 6.23 ERA from an F.
Had one good start
and dropped popup by Asdrubal cost him his first win.
Still no W and
future seems to be in mopup.
Neil Ramirez F Guy has been with
four teams in past year, all let him go—except
Mets. Need Neil for their mucho mopup matchups.
Josh Smoker F I
like him. I really do, but you can't have the worst ERA on this list
(7.45) and pass. Hoping for a Smoker 2H miracle.
with injuries, there’s lots of talent and some really uninspired ball.
He’s gotten lots of credit. Now take some blame.
He put together this staff, but he also cobbled together this bullpen o’
crap. And please employ a new training staff!
June 4, 2017
Some Call It
Interesting, Some Call It the Mr. Met Blues
question isn’t Why
Did Mr. Met Flip Someone Off
question is, What
Took Him So Long!?!
Met had a little trouble this week. In case you don’t think the Mets are
overly-scrutinized, Mr. M got in trouble for giving the middle finger,
which is hard to do when you have four fingers.
Three-Finger Mordecai Brown had four fingers (he lost one finger and
another was badly bent) and his natural curve was one of the reasons the
Cubs repeated as world champion 109 years ago.
Jerry Garcia had four fingers and he was a great guitarist.
Mr. Met has four fingers, never says nothin’ to nobody, and... well
you know things are with the Mets.
a Mets fan is the equivalent of the maxim, “May you live in interesting
times.” The Mets are an interesting team. Whether they are good or not
depends what year you are asking.
Mets have been good for less than half the years of their existence (25
for 55). And by good, I mean .500 or better. The Mets aren’t one of
those teams where if they don’t win the World Series, it’s abject
failure. It only feels that way minutes after the excruciating final
World Series loss. (See 1973, 2000, 2015.)
team is interesting because they are like someone who cannot throw a
straight ball. It is always darting this way or that. And sometimes the
Mets have pitchers who can do that very well. That makes things really
interesting. And then they have pitchers do that and it is constantly
called a ball. It feels like every pitcher on the team is having that
problem in 2017.
the beauty of baseball is that it is every day. It is looking good
today, terrible tomorrow, and OK the day after. They play enough games
to keep things lively. It’s up to them to add the interesting. And it is
up to you.
to treat the team like a long-term investor, who knows they will never
sell the stock while enduring the ups and down of marketplace
volatility. One day it was low, like Friday night, when a five-run
inning was immediately followed by a seven-run inning by the
opponent—and that was that. The next night, which I saw in person, was a
clean game with Robert Gsellman—he of the funny hair and funny
name—pitched as well as I’ve seen him pitch this year. The bullpen
actually pitched out of trouble. Addison Reed got the first two-inning
save of his career, which I thought was “That ’70s Move” by Terry
Collins, but it worked this time. Of course back in the 1970s, the
“stopper” could pitch two or three innings in relief and then not be
needed the next couple of days because one of the starters would pitch a
complete game. The Mets have seven complete games in the four years
since efficient and effusive knuckleballer R.A. Dickey was sent to
Toronto. (Not to say in any way that was a bad trade. It was one of
Sandy’s finest moments.)
there I go, off on a tangent. Just like the 2017 Mets, it seems to make
sense for a moment, and then it’s all over the place. Like a dream. And
by dream I mean herky-jerky, hazy, and not quite there. Because this is
no dream season. More like one of the 30 seasons that have not even come
close to being a winner. I hope it is not a year that is remembered
solely for Mr. Met going all
Richie Hebner on the fans.
April 30, 2017
April Is the
was pretty ugly. The Mets went from 7-3 to 10-14. And the month ended
with a 23-5 pasting in which their backup catcher pitched more innings
than their stud ace. The injury lineup includes Yoenis Cespedes, Wilmer
Flores, Lucas Duda, Brandon Nimmo, and perpetually disabled David
Wright, plus an impressive rotation of Steven Matz, Seth Lugo, and now
Noah Syndergaard. Plus Jose Reyes is on a hitting tear and he still was
batting .174. I guess you could say it’s impressive that they’ve somehow
won 10 games.
never get too high or too low too early. But so many of these injuries
seem exacerbated by having players play when they are not 100 percent.
Or used too much. Fernando Salas went from superb to slop so fast the
transition seemed instantaneous. (Believe it or not, Salas had a 0.00
ERA through his first 10 appearances; five games later it is 7.15.)
Jerry Blevins has already pitched 15 times. Addison Reed is having the
inevitable reliever letdown after an amazing season in 2017. Josh Smoker
getting smoked in mop-up on Sunday will keep his ERA at a horrific rate
all year, no matter how well he pitches from here on in. How Josh Edgin
has an ERA under 3.00 defies logic.
where do we go from here? Forward! My specialty is looking at the Mets’
past, but one thing history teaches us is that by year’s end
160-something games will be played (barring some Trumpian catastrophe).
You can only win one game at a time. And you can only lose one game at a
time. Maybe they got their worst stretch of the year out of the way in
April. Maybe the injured will come back and push the Mets to the
trying to stay optimistic. I’m from the school where I’d rather lose
23-5 than 6-5. And I’d rather not lose any more pitchers this year. Or
anyone else. All I ask is that when someone is visibly hurt, put them on
the disabled list. They even have a 10-game DL list now. Putting some of
these guys on the DL may be the only thing preventing Terry Collins from
using/overusing them. I’ve rarely seen him as cheesed off as he was
today during and after the game. We want a happy Terry. We all want to
March 29, 2017
One Fan’s Citi
In the days before the new season begins
is as good a time as any to
reflect back on summers at the ballpark. Looking back on the 2016 season
I did not get to that many games at Citi Field, but I did see some epic
moments, even if they were more epic for the other team. I did not see
the season kick off in New York, but I was there when it ended. I heard
the “thunk” of the ball landing on the met bullpen roof from my perch
from the 7-Line seats. I sat there twice in 2016 after never getting out
there before. I also made my Citi party deck debut in 2016. Not featured
on my Citi roll call was my visit to Marlins Parks, where I saw the game
Jose Fernandez was supposed to pitch, but tragically did not.
My record may not be so great this year,
but I really enjoyed every game. Living 100+ minutes away makes you
appreciate the journey as well as the game. And as things turned out I
went to the same series once and back-to-back games another time. So it
came in bunches. Like runs sometimes do. But not wins. I only saw the
Mets win once in 2016, but it was against the Nats, who beat them like a
drum. If you look at their home record overall, the Mets enter 2017 at
exactly .500 at home since Citi Field opened. A nice recovery for a team
that couldn’t win at home for several years and couldn't beat anybody at
all for several more. I am still under .500, but that’s just me.
Here is the log of my games at Citi Field,
which I do annually so I never have to say I think I’ve been to so and
so many games at the park. This also does not include the 30+ games
I worked at “The Joe” in Troy for the Tri-City Valley Cats. My major
league scorecard may be shrinking, but I am still seeing plenty of
baseball. And talking about it now and again (thanks to Media Goon and
Greg Prince for providing video of the panel
discussion I was in on Tom Seaver at QBC '17.). Thank you very much.
Log 2016 Citi Field
Mets Rec, Pos
Who hit the HRs
Phi, 5-2 L
Saw only Mets HR of first homestand while
dropping rubber game to bad Phils team.
Mia, 10-3 L
Absolute bomb by Stanton in absolute bombing of
Matz. Seven in second knocked him out. Had fun on party deck,
Was, 2-0 W
Conforto HR and Grandy leadoff blast, but
pitching and emotion ruled in Murph return. Mets only 1/2-game back.
Never got closer.
Atl, 7-3 L
Freeman, T.J. Rivera
0-6 pitcher vs. Thor seems automatic, but Blair
had first MLB win; Braves battered Noah.
Atl, 4-3 L
R. Rivera, Recker
Thought this would be the day Mets went in
September crapper. Blow lead and then Cespedes HR stolen by Inciarte,
SF, 3-0 L
...Mets grabbed playoff spot and homefield in WC
(BS) Game. Heck of a year, heck of a game, unfortunate ending vs. NL
Six games, six different Mets homer, but no
repeat--for HRs or NL flag.
Since ’09 opening
Dickey & Santana 4
Counting postseason, Mets are 284-290
at Citi. A winning record at the place isn't far
January 29, 2017
QBC Awesome Again
Tremendous time at the third Queens Baseball
Conference at Katch Astoria. I am 3-for-3 in QBC and had plans to go to
the one snowed out last year. This was the first time I was on a panel,
thanks to Greg Prince. Bill Ryczek, Greg, and I were the anchorman panel
to close out the event, commemorating the 50th anniversary of Tom
Seaver’s debut season of 1967. I got a little worried when I saw that
Greg and Bill had written remarks, but luckily I brought along a
Seaver Danbury Mint statue (making its outside my laundry room
debut) plus a copy of the latest edition of
100 Things Mets Fans Should Know and Do Before They Die, which has
numerous Tom Seaver chapters to choose from. Greg assigned me the
saddest Seaver day: June 15, 1977. I read chapter 13: “The
One person said he got misty during it.
Well, that made my day. So did getting a gift of a
1976 bicentennial patch from Mets memorabilia man Jessie Burke, winning
Ron Hunt ball in a silent auction from Scott Green’s Play at the
Plate booth, jawing with old pal and uniform creator/historian Todd
Radom, and meeting former MLB PR man Jeff Heckleman plus Mets pregame
host Pete McCarthy. And of course old friends Sharon and Kevin Chapman,
Mets by the Numbers founder, author, and pal Jon Springer, Uni
Watch’s Paul Lukas,
Game of My Life New York Mets author Michael Garry, Mr. Met, and
the organizers of the event, including Shannon Shark and Dan Twohig, who
also aided in a couple of books of mine that came out last year. And
there are other names I am too tired to drop. It was just a fantastic
time. It always gets me geared up for the baseball season and to get
back to work writing about baseball. I am still in the midst of a hiatus
I have to take every few years to keep sane. There really is nothing
like the Mets community—because anyone else would have given up on the
whole thing long ago. But fans do not give up easy. Or forget. God bless
January 25, 2017
Reflections of a
Mets Life: 2016
The last time the Mets opened the season
on Sunday Night Baseball, it was a rematch of a heartbreaking loss to a
Missouri-based foe. In 2007 it was the Cardinals. The Mets smoked them
in the opener, swept the series, and looked great until the last
frightening fortnight of the season. In 2016 it was the Royals. They
smoked the Mets and Matt Harvey, the teams spilt the series, and New
York turned it on in a final formidable fortnight of the 2016 season.
The Mets are a fickle bunch, and their
fans can be, too. After a 2015 run where everyone was healthy and
producing, where late-inning and late-season rallies happened with
remarkable regularity, the Mets seemed rundown and out of luck for much
of 2016. In 2015 they did not win a single regular-season game against
either the Cubs or the Pirates, both playoff teams, but they overcame.
In 2016 the Mets went a staggering 2-11 against the Rockies and
Diamondbacks, teams that went a combined 36 games under .500. The Mets
also had losing records against divisional foes Washington and Atlanta.
During the final homestand I sat in the
upper deck and saw the last-place Braves sweep the Mets on a
game-saving, over-the-fence catch by center fielder Ender Inciarte (he
earned the 2016 Gold Glove right there). It left the Mets tied with the
Giants and Cardinals for the two wild card spots. There were just 10
games left in the season, and given the Mets’ past history with the
Cardinals, it was hard to think they’d steal a spot from them. But they
The Mets went 7-3 to finish the season,
taking three of four from the Phillies, starting off with the best—and
most important win of the season the night after that crushing loss to
the Braves. Back and forth they went with the Phillies, Yoenis Cespedes
tied the game in the fifth and then put them ahead in the seventh, only
to see the Phils score three times in the eighth in a rare stinker
outing by Addison Reed. The Mets rallied to tie it in the ninth on a
Jose Reyes two-run homer. And then after Jeurys Familia faltered in the
11th and two runs scored, a three-run, walkoff bomb by
Asdrubal Cabrera saved the day.
From that point forward, during a part of
the season when Mets teams have faded badly over the past 20 years, the
Amazin’s were, well, amazin’. Their only two losses in games that
mattered: against the Phillies in Flushing, when they were down by 10
runs before rallying to make it 10-8 with the tying runs on base when
the game ended, and against the Marlins on a night when Jose Fernandez
was supposed to pitch but did not.
I was heading to Florida to visit my dad,
with plans to see one of the games in Miami. Fernandez was scheduled to
pitch that first game. He had never lost to the Mets, had a career 1.34
ERA against them, with the Mets hitting just .177 against him. Fernandez
was cocky, but I liked him. He loved the game and it reminded me of
watching young Pedro Martinez in Expos garb dominate a good Mets club.
But Fernandez died in a boating accident the day before I left for
Florida, the day before he was supposed to pitch against the Mets.
I walked around the mall-like stadium
complex by myself that Monday night. It was somber but still had the
bustle before a big-league game, especially with both teams still with a
chance for the postseason. But when the Marlins took the field all
donned in number 16 jerseys with Fernandez on the back, it was hard to
think about a game. I don’t like Dee Gordon, or anyone who cheats the
game (he spent half the year suspended for performance enhancing drugs),
but it was hard to not feel something positive when he hit Bartolo’s
second pitch over the right-field fence at that massive park. It was his
only home run of the year. He cried when he got to the dugout.
The Mets put together a comeback, but lost
that game. Against this team, playing the role of opponent in something
bigger than the game, the Mets could have done their usual September
slide. But they did not. The Mets were respectful of the Marlins the
last two games, but they did not let down. Jay Bruce, who had been quiet
as a dormouse since being acquired from the Reds for never-to-be
Favorite Nonplaying Met Dilson Herrera, came alive the last week of the
season. The Mets won those last two games in Miami and then won the
first two games in Philly, the second of which clinched the top wild
Anytime the Mets make the postseason, it
is a real achievement. The way this season looked, it was a grand
achievement. Beating out the Cardinals, not beating themselves, and
holding it together when they had to with a pitching staff made of Noah
Syndergaard, Bartolo Colon, and three guys I hadn’t heard of before the
year began. I thought Terry Collins deserved Manager of the Year, but
for the second year in a row, he didn’t even come close in the voting.
And I did not think much of the man’s managing ability (and occasionally
still have questions) until last year. After so many things went right
in 2015, so many things went wrong in 2016. Reaching the postseason at
all was amazin’ indeed.
Now look, the one-game
playoff/playin/playwithyourself game had its chance to convince me of
being a worthy postseason format for baseball. A homer by a
banjo-hitting third baseman against the league’s best closer did not
change my belief that the wild card teams (if two such teams are really
necessary) should play a best-of-three format reminiscent of the old way
that the National League handled ties at the end of the Year (see “Shot
Heard ‘Round the World, The”).
The Mets were bounced from October quick
as a wink, but it was still a tremendous October. The Indians had their
best team in years and with a little luck might have ended a drought
that stretches to when my Dad, who just turned 85, was a teenager.
(Happy birthday, Pop!) My grandfather, who has been dead for two-thirds
of a century, was seven years old when the Cubs had last won. Something
had to give.
But I would not give back one iota of the
2016 Mets season. Wright gets hurt, Reyes comes back. No deGrom? We get
Gsellman. Duda and Walker are out? Loney and T.J. Rivera are in. Rene
Rivera takes over when Travis d’Arnaud turns as small as the letter that
starts his last name. Seth Lugo, for crying out loud. Josh Smoker, for
corn’s sake. A team that has done nothing but frustrate me for a long
time made me proud. They played exciting, meaningful baseball, and I
walked out of there thinking the season was over the Wednesday night
Inciarte stole that would-be home run. I walked out of there two
Wednesdays later knowing that their season was done, but having no doubt
they had given their best.
We want a world championship, just like
everyone else, but barring that we’ll take a fun season. And these Mets
gave us that and more in 2016. Here’s to even more in 2017.
You want fun in
2017? Well, how about the
Queens Baseball Convention this Saturday at Katch Astoria at 31-19
Newtown Avenue, Queens, NY 11102. I’ll be on Greg Prince’s 50 Years of
41: Tom Seaver Panel at day’s end, about 5 p.m. Be there or be square.
December 21, 2016
Your Mets Gift of the Year: Can You Spell
Just came from the mall where I bought… a bunch of
crap. It’s nice that the Newburgh Mall has a branch of the library
there, with lots of people sitting and reading. For shopping it would
have been nice to have an actual bookstore to browse through titles in
hardcover, softcover, and CD, but you
still might order your favorite Mets book online if you don’t mind
getting it after Christmas. But if you are reading this, I am assuming
you already have One-Year Dynasty covered. Thanks so much.
Anywho, going to the mall is a pain. An
hour and 15 minutes spent there feels like 15 hours and 1 minute to me.
I can think of someplace where standing for 75 minutes waiting in line
feels mighty fine: The Queens Baseball Convention. I’d gladly wait that
long for two former Mets infielders and third base coaches in Bobby
Valentine and Tim Teufel.
And the Queens
Baseball Convention will have me, too. I have been asked by Mets author
and blogger extraordinaire Greg Prince to take part in a panel on Tom
Seaver, who became a Met 50 years ago. Whoa! I get a lot of anniversary
numbers thrown at me, but that one made my knees buckle a bit. I’ll
hopefully have recovered enough by Saturday, January 28, at Katch
Astoria, 31-19 Newtown Avenue in Queens. This is inside information
since I’m not listed on the QBC web site. So keep it under your (blue)
And what does
this have to do with holiday shopping? Well, since we all waited too
long to order our stuff online, my recommendation for your Mets
Christmas gift of 2016 is to
buy a ticket to QBC, print it out, and put it under your favorite
Mets fan’s tree. I attended the first two QBCs put together by Mets
Police and many other dedicated volunteers. I was monumentally bummed
out that last year’s QBC was snowed out—the one storm all year! Bobby V.
and Timmy T. won’t let that happen again.
November 28, 2016
Books Make Great
Gifts, I Hear
This being the holiday season and me
having books to sell, I figure why not combine both sentiments? I have
included links below to click on to order from Amazon, but feel free to
break out on your own and buy it from Barnes & Noble or your local book
shop, like my favorite new place,
If you want autographed copies, email me at email@example.com.
Thanks for listening and no matter what gifts you choose, have a Metty
Christmas and Happy Harvey Year!
November 24, 2016
with a heavy heart I pen this tribute to Ralph Branca, who died the day
before Thanksgiving at age 90. He will be forever known for allowing the
home run dubbed the Miracle at Coogan’s Bluff on October 3, 1951—“The
Giants win the pennant,” over and over, and Branca splayed across the
steps at the Polo Grounds sobbing.
Before I even knew what baseball was, I knew that story. It was
whispered around our house like the tale of someone who had killed
someone in a tragic accident. Ralph Branca lived near us in White
Plains, at first in the neighborhood next to my aunt's house, and then
moved a couple miles closer to where I grew up. He overcame his
inglorious moment and his injury-shortened career to become a successful
life insurance agent, who was still going to the office every day and
calling clients in his late 80s, which I saw in the documentary made on
Pitch. My mom and Ann Branca were best friends. When I hear Ann
Branca talk even now, I can hear strains of my mother coming through her
voice, even though my mother was from Birmingham and she from Brooklyn.
was not just the nicest person I knew in baseball, he was the nicest
person I knew. And when it became known that the Miracle at Coogan’s
Bluff was the endgame of an elaborate sign-stealing system instigated by
Giants manager Leo Durocher and perpetrated by coach Herman Franks,
along with assorted bullpen scrubs, I realized he had the most integrity
of anyone I’ve known. Joshua Prager’s initial Wall Street Journal
story about the scheme came to light 50 years after the Giants stole the
pennant. And Ralph had never said a word despite people calling him for
years at all hours to tell him what a bum he was. And he was married to
the daughter of the Mulveys, part owners of the Dodgers at the time, so
it wasn’t like losing the pennant to their closest rival was easy to
The Echoing Green is the story of that season, that game, and
the life that Branca and Bobby Thomson lived in the years that followed
and how it changed with the revelation about the sign stealing. The
Brooklyn Dodgers may have moved, but the team never left the hearts of
its fans. Just ask the Wilpons. When you think of best known Brooklyn
Dodgers, you—or at least I—number them like so: 1. Jackie Robinson, 2.
Gil Hodges, 3. Duke Snider, 4. Pee Wee Reese, 5. Roy Campanella, and 6.
Ralph Branca. Ralph isn’t there on ballplaying merit with four Hall of
Famers and a should-be Hall of Famer, but when it comes to integrity, he
was cut from the same cloth.
New York Times obit goes into great detail about Ralph’s
life, his 16 siblings, finding out decades later that Ralph, a devoted
member of our church, Our Lady of Sorrows in White Plains, had a mother
who was Jewish and never told him about that or her family in Hungary
had died in the camps during World War II. But I can tell you that in a
family where everyone’s name began with an “M,” he never once called me
by my brother’s name, which was more than my parents could say; he
arranged for me to go to Vero Beach and meet Tommy Lasorda and play
catch with Steve Garvey during spring training in 1979; he provided
tickets to my first baseball game, box seats at Shea Stadium for Yankees
Old Timers day (yes, the Yankees at Shea) where he and Thomson performed
their shtick; he sang at my sister’s wedding, a smooth voice that had
once resulted in a side light career in an era when ballplayers had to
have other ways of making money; and he put up with requests from my
friends for autographs whether it was at Camp Pelican or my wedding. My
way of paying him back was to respect his privacy and I never one asked
him to do business or an interview (though I admit, I did ask once).
what mean the most to me were the phone calls. After almost every book I
wrote, I got a phone call from Ralph Branca saying how he’d heard about
the book in the news and how it sounded like a winner. And sometimes he
said how much my mother would have been proud of me. The kind of
answering machine message you don’t need to save forever, because it is
forever saved in your heart.
last time we spent much time together was in October 2013. My son was
stunned to learn that we knew the pitcher who was first to welcome
Jackie Robinson to the Dodgers in 1947. So after one of his
congratulatory calls, I talked to him about his book,
A Moment in Time, and how much I liked it. I asked if we might
arrange a meeting with my family. He said he would love to, and insisted
on paying. I went to lunch with him one day to talk baseball and family.
The next day he signed balls and books and he and Ann told my children
about the grandmother they never knew.
can’t say they don’t make ballplayers like that anymore; they don’t make
people like that anymore.
November 5, 2016
Not to Be Missed
For all its managerial misfirings and
ridiculous bullpen moves, Cubs-Indians was the best Game Seven I can
recall seeing. There have been 38 deciding Game Sevens in the World
Series. The crème de la crème begins with a Game Eight, due to a tie, in
1912 (Red Sox over Giants in extras), 1924 (Senators over Giants in
extras), 1926 (Cardinals over Yankees), 1955 (Brooklyn over Yanks. At
last.), 1960 (Mazeroski HR sends Bucs over Yanks), 1964 (Cards beat
Yanks in their last WS for like ever—or
12 years for those of you who can only count rings), 1971 (Pirates over
Orioles by a run in the Roberto Series), 1972 (Hairs 3, Squares 2), 1975
(Reds over Red Sox in my first World Series and still maybe best I have
seen), 1982 (Keith comes through for Cardinals over Brewers), 1986
(Keith comes through again. Natch.), 1991 (Twins over Braves in maybe
the best Game Seven pitching duel ever), 1997 (another really touch one,
Cleveland), 2001 (Diamondbacks over Yankees with the best bloop ever),
and 2014 (Bumgarner 3, Royals 2).
Just the idea of Cubs and Indians playing
for all the marbles, that something’s got to give with the BS curses,
should have had you tuning in. And Game Seven drew the most eyeballs for
a World Series game since 1991 (though this could be be bad because it
might only encourage Fox to keep carrying baseball and hiding the
playoffs from large swaths of the country without top tier cable). But
it was worth the exhaustion.
For all my Chicago friends, especially my
Cubs by the Numbers co-authors, Al Yellon and Kasey Ignarski,
who rarely miss a game at Wrigley, congratulations. They each have
attended thousands of games there and have seen and put up with a lot
crap through the years. As much as I think I know about baseball, I have
no idea how good this feels for them. The one time I attended a Mets
Al, in 2009 at Citi Field, he stopped me in my tracks when I
complained about the lousy team the Mets had that year. “Listen, your
team has two world championships in your lifetime. I just hope for one
in mine.” Well earned.
Best stadium, best celebrity fan (Bill
Murray), and now best team. That’s some hat trick. Hats off.
October 27, 2016
Three Decades and
was 30 years ago that the Mets won the world championship. I almost did
something for the site on the 30th anniversary of Game Six, but I fought
the urge. To me, Game Six means nothing without Game Seven. Without
fulfilling the destiny, the glory of Game Six is the Carlton Fisk home
run in the 1975 World Series: a tremendous moment, but invariably
anticlimactic because Boston blew a 3-0 lead in Game Seven in ’75. And
the Red Sox blew a 3-0 lead in Game Seven in 1986.
people forget that the Mets were down by three runs in the sixth inning
and were dominated by Bruce Hurst in the deciding game, who’d already
beaten them twice in the Series. Then in the span of just over a dozen
pitches, the Mets rallied to tie the game. Keith Hernandez’s two-run
single to put the Mets on the board may be the biggest hit of his Mets
career. And during our interviews for
One-Year Dynasty, Keith still couldn’t believe that it was
almost the exact same situation as Game Seven in the 1982 World Series,
when Keith the Cardinal got the big hit with his team trailing the
Brewers in the deciding game. “I just did what I always did in a tight
situation,” he said, “which is take a couple of deep breaths and count
to ten, slow everything down and get in the box. I mean you can’t run
and hide. There I am. I’m either going to do it or I’m not.”
he’d hit into a double play, the inning is over. Maybe Hurst pitches a
complete game like he did in Game Five. Then there is no Curse of the
Bambino and perhaps Boston has an even more inflated image. It’s
possible. Hurst had already been voted Series MVP. But of course, Keith
got the hit, Ray Knight got the Series MVP, and Hurst and the Red Sox
got the short end of the stick. But who cares about them? It’s the Mets
who have had to hold onto that moment, milk it, have people not yet born
accept it as their team’s greatest moment. It was a superb moment. The
team didn’t have staying power but the moment certainly did.
still have a pennant from that season—as do the Mets—but all the swag I
received at Christmas disappeared over time. And while I have bought a
couple of Mets NL Champion shirts and Division Series shirts over the
intervening three decades, I rarely wear them. I am holding out for the
real thing. And I am going to make sure I don’t let it out of my sight.
With the Mets you never know how long you’re going to have to make it
October 25, 2016
of the tenets of being a diehard fan of a team is that you are rooting
for that team, no matter what. If Damien Satan III was called up from
the minors and got on base every time up, while at the same time
All-Stars on your team’s rivals began dying, a hardcore fan might say
that’s some extraordinary luck and change the subject to how cute
Damien’s rottweiler is and how he helps the poor trade their souls for
goods and services. As a Mets fan I have rooted for some loathsome
characters and players I just did not like, only to cheer them without a
second thought when they came through at a key—or even not so
Postseason battles between other teams are a different matter. Most of
the time, who cares who wins or who doesn’t? Unlike the Super Bowl,
which is just a day (thankfully), sometimes you never really get behind
either team and instead put much of your energy into devouring guacamole
or your favorite intoxicant at the party spread before one team takes a
32-0 lead. But to watch the World Series—and what red-blooded baseball
fan does not? (though if the Yankees are involved you do what you have
to do)— is a four- to seven-night commitment. It’s hard to watch for
that long while staying objective. Just ask Joe Buck! (And thank you,
Fox, for finally deeming this round of baseball competition worthy of a
channel not numbered in the 400s, where people staying in hotels or
living within their means might have access.)
I used to pick my rooting interests before
the World Series and stuck by them. Then the 1993 World Series happened.
I have loved the Blue Jays since their first-ever game in 1977, played
in a snowstorm,
when I spent hours willing the broadcast beamed onto my black-and-white
TV in New York by an ESPN that did not yet exist. The 1993 pennant
winner was the Phillies, a team I have never liked since much of my
baseball fan apprenticeship in the 1970s and early 1980s, was spent
watching the Phillies serve as the boxing glove to the Mets’ punching
bag. Yet there I was in October of ’93, rooting for the Phillies to come
back on the Jays in the butt ugly 15-14 Game Four that Toronto held on
to win. I was never so relieved in a non-Mets rooting/non-Yankees
loathing postseason circumstance as when Joe Carter hit that walkoff
home run, touched them all, and put an end to Philadelphia’s and my
misery. I felt dirty when it was over. Or maybe that was the bender I
was on from my high school reunion that weekend. But that is nothing
compared to the impending benders throughout parts of the Midwest if
either the Cubs or Indians take the title they have been cumulatively
been waiting 174 seasons for.
Cubs have not won since 1908. You may have heard this. Mordecai “Three
Finger” Brown and Orval Overall won the four games against the Tigers,
whom the Cubs had beaten the previous year for the world’s championship,
as they possessively called it then. Three Finger and Overall each
pitched complete games shutouts in the final two games of the World
Series. The 2016 Cubs had that many complete-game shutouts all year. It
was a different time, but as forever Cubs fan and forever funnyman Bill
Murray said, most people don’t get what it’s like to root for a team
that never wins. “It builds character.”
Cleveland fans would know all about that. Cleveland has not won the
World Series since 1948, with a team managed by Lou Boudreau. The
30-year-old player-manager had come up with the first widely discussed
shift for Ted Williams and Lou was 1948 AL MVP (when only one manager
was honored by The Sporting News, Billy Meyer was named TSN
Manager of the Year with Ralph Kiner’s ’48 Pirates). Boudreau did lead
the league in WAR, which in 1948 he might have thought was a slight at
being declared 4-F during World War II because of arthritic ankles.
are the silly curses: Billy goats in Chicago, Rocky Colavito in
Cleveland. There is the Midwestern sturdiness aspect. And there are the
nicknames that are the last in a long line for these franchises. “Cubs”
stuck as the name after the White Stockings, Colts, and Orphans came and
went. Cleveland started with Blues and went with Bronchos (not sure of
why it was spelled that way) and Naps (for the great Napoleon Lajoie,
long forgotten despite his stellar name and game). “Indians” has been
the name for more than a century, but I can’t say it’s right.
Charles Bender was already a stellar member of the Philadelphia A’s
for a decade and had long been known as “Chief” when “Indians” became
the official name for Cleveland’s team. I’m sure he kept calling them
“Cleveland” or “Naps,” just as he kept signing his name “Charles Bender”
for autographs until the end of his life in the spring of 1954, a year
after he was elected to the Hall of Fame. That the ’54 Tribe won an
AL-record 111 games and were swept in the World Series is a coincidence,
not here to talk about the team nickname. That it is offensive to a
people that has so much dignity is enough for me. I will try avoiding
using the word “Indians” here and in speech, but it will be difficult.
You see, when I was in my back yard, throwing a ball in the air and
hitting it, I made up not just a whole cast of teammates, but an entire
American League of fictional stars. (I picked the Indians for my
fictional career because beiong on the Mets seemed too far-fetched.) And
I was third baseman when the Indians finally won the World Series. This
was in the 1970s, but given that I was 11 and 12 at the time, their
championship was projected as around 1990. And now we’re 40 years past
me teaching myself to switch-hit so I could be a switch-hitter in my
pretend American League. And we’re 26 years past the projected date of
that world championship. (By the way I hit the Series clinching
inside-the-park homer, lefty, naturally—and don’t think the hair didn’t
prick up on the back of my neck when Cleveland’s Tyler Naquin
ended a game with a touch-’em-all
home run earlier this year.
like I don’t summarily discount clutch hitting because the player at the
plate believes it exists, I am not going to assume that because I may be
OK with a nickname that the group it targets isn’t deeply affected. My
family goes back far enough in this country that I am not sure if we are
more German or Irish or Spanish or whatever. But whoever it was carrying
my genes was a newcomer next to the natives. And they may be as insulted
as they might be if Cleveland’s team was called Krauts or Micks or what
this is about taking sides in a ballgame. And I remain torn. I have
numerous friends—and some relatives—who are Cubs fans. I have a new
edition of a book on the Cubs I co-wrote that you can buy
while supplies last. And they play in the best ballpark still in
existence, though I have not been to Wrigley Field since it had its
the other side, I know just one Indians fan, and the book I was paid to
work on about the Indians is 20 years old and so long out of print I
can’t even find a mention of it on the internet. Though I may have gone
the other way on the nickname, I am not opposed to the ballclub. They
pitch, they hit, they run, they win, they are not the Yankees.
am a prisoner, awaiting my heart to tap me mid-game and say who I am
rooting for. A prisoner of baseball. And happily so.
October 11, 2016
Final Grades Are
in for 2016 Mets
the second time ever the Mets went to the postseason two years in a row.
For the first time ever the Mets were dumped without winning a
postseason game, much less a series. One-game Wild Card play-in game, or
whatever you wanted to call it, you had your chance to woo me that this
was a great way to start the postseason. I’d still rather see a
best-of-three Wild Card to give teams a taste to the way the schedule is
for six months, or, to be honest, I’d rather see one Wild Card instead
of two. Does not matter much now.
Mets-Giants game was a spectacular game for eight innings. And if that
had been a single or a double instead of a home run by Conor
Gillaspie—the Bucky Dent (or Brian Doyle) of a new generation—there may
be a different vibe to the post mortem. I have taken a few days for
perspective’s sake, but I am not going to tarnish what was a really
impressive season. I like the youth movement. If there are players that
are not healthy or out of the price range, they need to move on. They
have so much pitching that they actually need to trade some because they
cannot all make it (or stay healthy). And I think the Mets are at that
point where getting a postseason veteran or two in the lineup can help.
A Mike Napoli type or Keith Hernandez Jr., if such a person existed.
this is the team the Mets had to play with this year. Some of these
names were as obscure as Mr. Gillaspie was until the top of the ninth
inning, but they were part of a winning formula. And while these grades
are individual, I traditionally grade the team based on number of wins.
That is 87 in my marking book, and an 87 is a B+. Pretty good
considering the best students in the class were home schooled for the
who qualifies for grades, I went with 50 ABs, 25 IP, though I have
painstakingly listed everyone who appeared at all for the 2016 Mets on
this report card. Now let’s get these grades handed out.
Final 2014 Grades
1H 2H Final
Noah Syndergaard A A
Start here because there is no triumph in 2016 if this stud is not
healthy all year. He is the leader of staff.
achieve nothing without club record-shattering 51 saves; 94 saves since
more than McGraw Mets career.
Favorite Nonplaying Met has been a
favorite noncrucial award doled out by yours truly dating all the way
back to the early 1990s. It began as a way for me to subtly posit that I
could be the manager if I had A. played minor league ball, B. endured
10,000 bus rides between Cedar Rapids and every Springfield ever made,
C. knew what I was talking about, and D. had the power to make out a
So I pick out a player each year to be FNP
Met. Maybe he is in the real manager’s doghouse, or maybe he is stuck
behind someone I think he’s better than, or I am just using the power of
what might have been to make my point. Sometimes, such as the rare case
of Heath Bell, I was right (for a while, at least). But when you look at
the long list of scrubinees and the many “they were Mets?,” you’ll see
that every skipper from Bud Harrelson to Terry Collins might have known
something. Past winners have included Chris Donnels, Todd Pratt, Dicky
Gonzalez, Anthony Recker, Kirk Nieuwenhuis… you get the idea. Nick Evans
was the only two-time winner, that says a lot about this award right off
the bat. One of the first, if not the first FNP (even my memory
gets fuzzy about something that was invented after about 10 beers) was
Mackey Sasser. Mackey couldn’t throw but sure could hit; he can scout,
too, giving the Mets the scoop on his former Wallace College player T.J.
Rivera, who had been undrafted and now looks to be a start in at least
one postseason game.
Last fall I was up to my ears in editing and
updates and there really was no good choice because everyone played so
well and just about the right amount, So after the postseason I went
with Jose Uribe, who got a little forgotten after David Wright came
back. Then Jose got hurt and didn’t play the last few weeks of the
season. Sort of like Wilmer Flores now. My biggest beef about Jose’s
playing time was how he was not chosen to be DH in the first two World
Series games in Kansas City. When he pinch-hit in Game Three in
Flushing, he looked plenty healthy as he rocketed an RBI single. And he
didn’t play again. Uribe only played in every game during the
curse-ending World Series titles by the White Sox and Giants. Surprised
he wasn’t on the Royals roster the way they broke their own 30-year
drought. Now the Mets’ drought has reached 30,
you may have read about that.
Well, let’s give Terry Collins credit this
year—and if T.C. gets ripped off for the Manager of the Year Award like
he did last year, you’ll hear a distant upstate scream some time next
month. Terry could have and maybe should have benched Curtis Granderson
this summer, but despite sitting him for a brief time, he stuck with
Grandy, who responded with 30 homers (his record-low 59 RBI for a
30-homer guy is not all his doing). Terry likewise stuck with Jay Bruce
and it paid off in the crucial final week of the year. Asdrubel Cabrera
went two months (and 32 at bats) between hits with a runner in scoring
position. Nobody is complaining about that now.
Wilmer Flores saw more bench time than he
should have—playing only against lefties for much of the year—but when
he was injured and knocked out for the season in Atlanta, he was playing
second base every day. Wish he was still available for October.
But it is October now and I am going to go
with an FNP that as of this writing I am not sure is on the postseason
roster. And I’m not even sure he deserves to be on it. But I am still
picking Michael Conforto with an even more half-hearted vote than last
year. I almost went with Brandon Nimmo for the award because he’s almost
exclusively been a pinch hitter—and pretty good at that role—but Nimmo
was not up for very long this season. Conforto was in New York enough to
come to the plate 348 times—way more than any past FNP—but I am granting
Michael dispensation for his long exile in the minors, especially for
someone who looked so good last October and looked great making that
sliding catch to clinch the 2015 postseason berth.
makes me more nervous than the Mets in contention in the final week of
the season. But this week, it really has taken a back seat to what
happened in Miami.
I was traveling and did not tune into last
Sunday’s 17-0 win over the Phillies until the final inning. A couple of
times Howie Rose referred to the tragic death of Jose Fernandez. It did
not seem real. The guy is 24. The guy is a star. The guy has a good shot
of winning the Cy Young Award. Yes, all those things. Only in the past
His death, along with two friends—one of
whom he’d met for the first time that night—shocked the baseball world.
But it has stunned Florida far more. I headed to South Florida the day
after the news broke to visit my father. When I had booked the trip a
few weeks earlier, it had not even occurred to me that the Mets would be
in the area at the same time. I decided I’d sneak off one night to go to
a game. When my Dad had an appointment Monday afternoon that did not
require my assistance, I made a move south to Miami.
Outside the main gates of Marlins Park was
a shrine begun the previous day, with flowers, posters, stuffed animals,
and posters; even a Mets hat left as a salute. People stood quietly or
took photographs somberly. Inside it was quiet, except for the sounds of
batting practice: fellow Cuban Yoenis Cespedes, the leader of the Mets
mourners for Jose, launching balls into the farthest reaches of the
I was walking around the stadium when I heard
cheers. I did not know why. When I checked on the field, a player had
just exited. And then it got loud again when another Marlin emerged
before I could get a look. It was not until the Marlins took the field
all together that the reason for the cheers became obvious: The Marlins
were all wearing number 16. Fernandez’s number would never be worn
again, but every member of the team wore it that night. Those were the
only Fernandez jerseys to be had as there was not a piece of Fernandez
memorabilia left at any concession stand, though there were fans all
over the stadium wearing his jerseys and “Jose’s Heroes” shirts for the
charity he put so much effort into.
Even the “K” signs handed out were marked “Jose’s Heroes.”
Everything about the story was sad.
Fernandez had been imprisoned as a teenager for repeatedly trying to
flee Cuba. And then he tried again. While escaping, someone fell off the
boat he was on, and he jumped into the ocean not knowing who he was
risking his life to save. It was not until he swam to the person that he
realized it was his mother. He was 15 years old. More of a man than most
of us will ever be.
He wound up in Miami, graduated high
school there, and was a first round pick in 2011 by the hometown
Marlins. (The Mets selected Brandon Nimmo one pick earlier.) Fernandez
debuted against the Mets at age 20 in April 2013. He was brilliant in
that game, though he got a no decision. He never got a decision in any
of his four career starts at Citi Field, even though his ERA at the
place was 1.23. It was his lowest ERA for a stadium where he pitched
more than once, including Marlins Park, where he had a 1.49 ERA. And a
He was supposed to pitch against the Mets
at Marlins Park on Monday. The Marlins had even moved him back a day
after a brilliant eight-inning effort against the Nationals in his last
start. More irony. If he’d been pitching Sunday, on Saturday night he
would never have…
Let’s not go there. It will keep a body up
nights, torments of what might have been. Jose Fernandez’s brilliant
young career is now reduced to what might have been. How much he would
have made in the open market in a couple of years? How much he might
have taken to stay in Miami? How many awards he might have won? How many
championships might he have been a part of? Instead it was how many
smiles he brought to the faces of people in South Florida, the Cuban
community, and all over the country.
I am a bit of a baseball curmudgeon, and sitting
through the entirety of a Mets loss can make me angry about wasted time
when I had so much I should have been doing instead. But
Fernandez’s 1-0 win over Matt Harvey and the Mets in June in Miami
was an absolute thing of beauty. I was lucky to have caught most of his
starts against the Mets on TV, though I never got to see him in person.
A guy having fun and being the best he could be. “The Bird” 40 years
later with a shorter haircut and an even more tragic end.
I sat in the stands for the entire game
Monday night, a bit perturbed that the Mets lost a game they needed
badly, but the Marlins needed it more. You had to be a tougher guy than
me not to feel for Dee Gordon crying as he rounded the bases, hitting
his first home run of the year as the first batter in the wake of the
tragedy. The entire lineup responded, battering Bartolo all over the
place. And then they gathered on the mound after the game. It was
inspirational. I think even the Mets were inspired by it, and they were
lauded by the Marlins broadcasters, which includes old pal Al Leiter,
the next two nights while I watched with my Dad from his home.
Family obligations kept me from seeing the
1986 reunion game or the Piazza number retirement, but I was glad to be
in Miami to honor Jose Fernandez. Unlike the ’86 Mets or Piazza, Jose
Fernandez will be remembered mostly for what might have been. And that
is saddest of all.
finally joined the 7 Line Army. Every time I looked to sign up in the
past, either there was no availability or I wasn’t available. But all
that changed for a September tilt on a Monday against the Braves. There
were spots available and I grabbed two for me and my buddy Dave. It is
getting even harder to get these seats as the 7 Line now offers tickets
to all their events on a season’s pass (about 14 games). That is the
definition of hardcore.
The 7 Line is full on hardcore. As the
site says, “We are absolutely the largest organized supporters group in
all of baseball.” And
Fox in Los Angeles, of all places, had a great segment on them
recently, with the bonus of Kevin Burkhardt, who was in Flushing when it
all began, narrating. As great as last year was, if there was one thing
I could change—besides the final outcome!—it would have been for Kevin
Burkhardt and Bobby Ojeda to broadcast their insights as it all came
together on SNY. But time marches on.
So does the 7 Line. It was four years ago,
at the 50th birthday party for Faith and Fear in Flushing’s
Greg Prince, that I got to talk to 7 Line General Darren Meenan about
his burgeoning empire. It was just getting off the ground as an entity
that sold T-shirts and we lamented how working in a world with a Mets
focus can wear on your soul, if you’re lucky, and be like banging your
head on an
exposed piece of Shea Stadium pipe if you’re not so lucky. But
Darren persevered and the following season he had his first 7 Line road
outing to Wrigley Field. His group has not slowed down since, going to
15 other road games (five of them in the other country that is the
Line experience began at McFadden’s with beer specials and some mixed
camaraderie. I missed the cue for all to head in, but we got to our
seats in the second-to-last row shortly before first pitch. With so many
regulars, it is easy to follow along with the cheering for two strikes
and then the “Strike You Out” chant when someone K’s. There were kids
there and grown ups who are definitely kids, along with the requisite
Mets yakking, beer drinking, food chomping, and battling for T-shirts
that are invariably canned into the sea of 1,700 arms.
for attendance, there were 859 of us in section 141 in centerfield. That
is roughly 3 percent of the 29,665 in the house Monday. Someone sitting
in the other 97 percent of the seats might have thought the place a
little dead—especially after the rare dud tossed by Noah—but given that
my ears are still ringing from the Thunder Sticks slammed together all
around me, it seemed pretty lively to me.
$45, it was just about the lowest price they had this year, which is
comparable or cheaper than most seats you’ll find on Stub Hub (those
seats don't include a cool T-shirt). And it was worth every penny. When
a guy with 7 Line seats in line during last year’s playoffs told me that
there is a postseason lottery for people who have bought tickets during
the year, I thought that was the final motivation for induction into
this Army. Not that I expect any such windfall from the ballclub or the
7 Line because, let’s face it, this is still the Mets and panic and
disappointment are the chief exports. But I will remember my first 7
Line foray for some time to come. Maybe I’ll even finagle myself onto a
road trip some day.
Oddly, one of things that sticks with me most was that amidst the
cacophony, beer guzzling, and gob stuffing, someone behind me sneezed.
In front of me came a very quick, “God bless you.” And God bless you 7
Line for doing the Lord’s work of Mets proselytizing,
and doing it right.
everyone can pursue a business model that is solely Mets, and I have two
reissues of books I co-wrote that celebrates other teams. If I did not
enjoy it, I would not do it.
Cubs by the Numbers (with Al Yellon and Kasey Ignarski) is now
out, as is
Red Sox by the Numbers with Bill Nowlin. This is the summer of
Mets by the Numbers re-issue with Jon Springer is better than
ever and more number-y!
beyond thrilled with the turnout and reception for my Hall of Fame talk
on August 27. The Bullpen Theater was packed like Shea Stadium was in
1986, with standing room only and people sitting on the stairs and in
the hallway to hear me talk about
One-Year Dynasty. And my son took some
video. I’ll warn that it may be a little shaky now and again, but
the audio is fine. I haven’t watched it all the way because, to quote a
movie in heavy airplay on premium cable in 1986,
Pee Wee’s Big Adventure, “I don’t have to watch it, Dottie, I
it was a great day, just like that late October Saturday in 1986. Thanks
to the Hall of Fame and especially to Bruce Markusen and family for
inviting me and for the great lunch afterward. Once again, thank you,
Cooperstown. If you have never been there, you are really missing
Mike Piazza's plaque.
In 1986 my work about the New York Mets in
One-Year Dynasty and working for the Houston Astros (or at least
their minor league affiliate in Troy) would have put me in serious
conflict. But 30 years later the ‘Stros are in the AL West, the Mets are
sinking in the NL East, and they have about as much in common as their
NY Penn affiliates cities in Brooklyn and Troy. Here is a piece that
broadcast the other night on my life as an author/usher that aired on
the CBS TV affiliate in Albany.
We filmed it last Wednesday, one of those
days when nothing was going right. I got a late start after helping my
daughter pack for school. My phone crapped in all things except its
original use, but not before the GPS put me on the wrong side of
Schenectady, leaving me and my poor directional skills to piece my way
through traffic you wouldn’t believe for a town whose name you can’t
spell. I almost lost my voice screaming at a virtual operator (no actual
operators available, really?) to tell the station I’d be late. (Thanks
to One-Year Dynasty photographer and fellow Valley Cat usher Dan
Carubia for dealing with my hysterics over the phone.) When I got to the
station 40 minutes late, we only had a few minutes before the set had to
be cleared for the 5 o’clock news. Kelly O’Donnell makes it look like a
walk in the park. And reporter Brittany Devane was still at Joseph Bruno
Stadium filming highlights less than two hours before airtime (with a
not-so-routine 40 minute drive back to the studio). They are young,
smart, and way more professional than I’ll ever be.
Once upon a time, as a young reporter at a
small paper, I used to resent how the TV people came in and took over a
story I’d been working for weeks or months. But you know what? I never
could have gotten all that together so fast. I would have filmed it this
week for next week. Really appreciate their hard work and the great big
the show at Cooperstown on Saturday, August 27, at 1 p.m. I haven’t
even started preparing yet for it, but after hanging with the WRGB crew,
I’m a lot less anxious than I might have been. Kudos!
The 2015 season taught me that my
upbringing from the pessimistic Mets school is not a way to live. Old
habits die hard, but that run to the pennant after a disheartening first
half showed me that things can change on a dime. The C grades earned for
Sandy Alderson and Terry Collins turned into A’s by the end of the year.
It also helped that Curtis Granderson started hitting, Wilmer Flores got his
mojo, the Mets got Yoenis Cespedes, and the bullpen fell into line. Only
a cruel stroke of midnight in the final moments of October ruined what
could have been a third Mets championship. The Mets are staggering now
and they can turn it around, but help is needed from within and without.
Last year I said in the midseason report
card that the end may be near for David Wright, and I am afraid I am
close to the mark this time. If you watched the end of Don Mattingly’s
career in the mid-1990s, it was a lot like this. After years of toiling
as a star for a team that never got near the postseason, the
organization turns it around but the player is not the same. And it says
everything about the team speed that Wright tops the club in steals,
with 3. The team has 18 SBs, lowest in the majors, and even worse, a
.213 or so average with men in scoring position. The Nationals have
really stepped on their neck, with last year’s Mets hero Daniel Murphy
being the main difference maker. A 7-1 start to the homestand followed
by losing three straight to the Nats to finish the first half (and 6 of
7 to DC) leaves an aftertaste like milk and grapefruit juice.
And now we grade. To be included, players must
accrue 50 at bats or 15 innings pitched. This prevents Jose Reyes,
Matt Reynolds, Ty Kelly, Sean Gilmartin, Erik Goeddel, Seth Lugo, and Rafael Montero from getting
Though I will say the bold experiment of bringing back Reyes is off to a
good start, though it is surprising he got 3 home runs before he got 3
steals (or any steals). And Nimmo has shown some moxie. Ironically Nimmo
comes up the same time as Finding Nemo II, too. Pixar may have too much
pull if they can keep Conforto under the sea.
First-half 2016 Report Card
Probably the main reason the Mets are in this thing at all. Dominantly moving his
way up all-time Mets closer ladder.
He has thrived even as the Mets do not score for him. Absolute shame he
will not pitch in the All-Star Game.
guy is the Mets offense: .302/.372/.583, 21-52. Another absolute shame
not to have him as starting All-Star.
Big Sexy All-Star. At 43 he is the most reliable starter, in terms of
not missing starts and bouncing back after stumbles.
bullpen has been spotty this year, but Reed has been spot on and is tied
with Familia with 43 appearances.
Velocity could be paying price for outstanding October, but his ERA is
only 0.05 higher than Noah; 91 K’s aren’t bad.
He is the best Mets
shortstop since Reyes.
Has shown power, smarts, and a good glove. Plus a cool name.
Let’s Go Matz
is a rookie and is getting rooked. Started 7-1, 2.36; since then 0-4 and
Mets scored 5 runs only once.
(Hansel?) has pitched long relief, finished 8 games, won 3, and tied
with Familia at 42.1 innings. That is a lot.
Kind of a
surprise, but in less than 60 plate appearances as a Met (0.7), he is
third in WAR and has a game-winning HR.
He needs to play
every day until he falters, at 1B, 2B, 3B, wherever. HR off Ollie held
off Nats sweep. Again.
lefty by default, he has gotten big outs and has lowest WHIP in pen
Makes me nervous, though.
At this point he is pure
replacement, but has shown good glove and timely hitting on a team that
Just what Mets
need: Another streaky player. How Cespedes is thriving batting in front
of him says everything about Yo.
Back from the
baseball dead, he had some really good moments and some really ugly ones
before getting hurt.
Maybe it is just me, but a guy who has been
in the minors for weeks and is still third on team in RBI should be in
for captain. He came up 164 times before going down and should have a
grade: .226/.350/.438 is what it is.
Has full blown reputation as constantly hurt
player and a catcher with a lousy arm. Not sure he is longterm answer.
Walks a lot, strikes
out even more, but he does have 15 HRs and seems to do better when
I may never get over that throw in Game 5, hopefully Lucas will as
well as his bad back and his .231/.297/.431 line.
I don’t know if he has a spot on this team besides defensive
replacement. Keeping him in case Cespedes opts out.
true swingman, he has gamely made 6 starts but in them he is 1-4, 5.64,
double his ERA out of the bullpen.
grade for year, sadly. Gave his all last year and deserved better than
being booed off mound in last start.
a .187 average is bad, but both arm and pop (3 HR, 13 RBI in 86 PAs) are
better than any recent backup.
Rivera has completely outplayed prospect. Will KP ever hit? His catching
is not so great, either. He does draw walks.
Antonio Bastardo D-
few superb outings with the game on the line is all that is keeping this
Bastardo from failing and his ERA under 5.00.
A complete waste. Same number of at bats as Lagares and is -81/-49/-117
below Juan. Why does he play at all?
When people ask why did Mets sign Reyes, the answer is: Would you rather
see .159/.270/.222 on the roster?
Has helped keep Mets focused when they could have dropped out. Head
scratching decisions, but they play for him.
reflects getting, and keeping, talent in ’15; plus finding affordable
fixes. Letting Murph go was a mistake, though.
June 14, 2016
Books for Dads
are at the point in the year when three new versions of my books are out
at the same moment. That’s publishing for you. But here is why all three
make a great gift for Father’s Day and graduations—“Dads and Grads”
being primo summer book pushes in the publishing world. Ready? Here we
One sentence summary: The story of the 1986 Mets, the most dominant
season in team history followed by a pulsating postseason that turned
into the franchise touchstone, and culminating with what happened to the
organization in the years that followed.
Why buy for Dads: If you are a dad, you either saw this team or
heard enough about the ’86 Mets where it’s time to really learn what
happened, so that when junior asks why we root for them instead of the
Yankees, you’ll have your answer ready: The Yankees win championships in
big numbers; the Mets win championships in big ways. “Now eat your
Why buy for Grads: If you are going on to Flushing University,
you’ll probably major in Mets. And “1986 Mets: Introduction to
Awesomeness” is a 200 level course. In
terms of partying though, the ’86 Mets are at a postgrad level.
One sentence summary: What, the title wasn’t long and explanatory
enough… well, I added lots of new stuff in the third edition about the
current team, including Terry Collins, the Fantastic Four
staff, updates on last postseason, Mets finances, trades, and Daniel Murphy’s crazy
October cracks the top 20 (oh, if only the Mets would have justified
this making the top 5).
Why buy for Grads: All that fancy book learning and they don’t even
know how many different stadiums the Mets have appeared in for a game.
Give up? It’s 55. And that’ll be the grade you get on the test if you
don’t bone up on everything Mets fans should… you know.
One sentence summary: Jon Springer’s
mbtn.net site comes
to life once more on all things Mets uniform numbers, and the book is even
more uniform numbery than before, with all the new numbers and
personalities added since the first edition in 2008—edition 2 is still
Why buy for Dads: I am just a co-star here, but I will say that I
have had some of the best comments from some of the smartest Mets fans
about this book. Besides changing every chapter, we added almost all new
pictures, thanks mostly to overflowing vaults of Jason Kanarek and Dan
Carubia. We have images of Mets from Eddie Kranepool to Bartolo Colon,
and numbers are busting out all over.
Why buy for Grads: After studying for 12, 16, or 20-plus years, you
may be worn down from all that school reading. This is the perfect book
to get you back on track for pleasure reading. The history of the Mets
by uniform number, told through stories, uni numbers, and stats. Sit
back, relax, and take a number.
decide which one to buy? Well, buy them all, of course. If you want to
buy from me and get an autograph of whatever you want,
email me on the
site with subject line “Buy Book,” and we’ll get cracking. Or if you
want to mail me a copy, I’ll be glad to sign and mail it back. We aims
June 6, 2016
On Monday, June 6, I will be on my
hometown station, WKNY
in Kingston, with Dan Reinhard talking
One-Year Dynasty, Matt Harvey, Joe Niese’s first game against
the Mets, now-you-see-it-now-you-don’t O, and lots of other stuff.
Starts at 6 p.m.
May 25, 2016
One-Year Dynasty Fade to Black
My son, Ty, not to
be confused with new Met Ty Kelly (with #55, not a lot is expected of
that Ty), is proud of his papa and loaded my talk on WAMC on youtube, so
we are linking up. But we do discuss the relevant topic with Northeast
Public Radio host Joe Donahue:
does Matt Harvey suck so much?”
I think Dan Warthen will be calling me tomorrow to get me to tap into
the Dark Knight's psyche.
I am doing limited appearances this year
One-Year Dynasty, but please use this as a Save the Date
invitation: I will speak at the NATIONAL BASEBALL HALL OF FAME IN
COOPERSTOWN ON SATURDAY, AUGUST 20, AT 1 P.M. Even after doing it in
2001 and 2013, it is still an Amazin’ honor, but that’s all there is to
say about it right now. So I will tell you about the day-night
doubleheader of promotion on May 20.
The daytime portion was at the WAMC Northeast
Public Radio in Albany. I wake up to the station every morning, so it
was kind of a big thing for me to visit the studio and see the people
whose voices I had long heard. I even
set up my
Twitter account on my phone (if you care, most of my writing and
posting is done from my desktop on my, well, desk). When I was in the
green room, though, I got just nervous enough to forget to inundate my
Twitter peeps with imminent warnings of my on air arrival. But it’s OK.
If you missed it live or in the headline,
here is the link.
After flipping through a copy of
Ansel Adams in Colorin the green room, I started re-reading my
book as if in the final minutes before an exam for which I knew the
material like I’d written the book, so to speak. Joe Donahue is a real
pro and made me feel at home and we had a great talk. I then got in my
car, drove 50 miles back to work, got off work, got back in the car, and
drove to the exact same block for the nighttime book-signing portion at
the Low Beat.
Run by Howard Glassman, the Low Beat is a
Mets centric location in Yankeesland. His previous bar, Valentine’s,
served a similar need in the Capital District. We set up the idea when I
saw him at a Brooklyn Cyclones-Tri-City Valley Cats game last August.
Nine months later a unique and wonderful day was born. Thanks to Dan
Carubia, Arnold Dorman, Howard, Mike and Linda (not sure I got that 100
percent right), and everyone else who came on down. It was fun to
pontificate from a barstool with the Mets winning, live music cranking,
Narragansett at my elbow. Cheers!
I kind of gave away the news in the headline. But there are some details
here, just the same.
Friday, May 20, at 11:45, I’ll be on WAMC Roundtable, your Northeast
Public Radio station in Albany. It’s the station I wake up to every
morning and having an in-studio sitdown with Joe Donahue is both a treat
and an honor. Listen live
then at night, Albany gets its Mets on. There are a lot of Yankees fans
in Albany, all of whom can answer any baseball question with two simple
words: “Twenty-seven rings.” But Howard Glassman’s
Low Beat at
335 Central Avenue is a refuge and an enclave for the Mets fan, and I’ll
be there before and during the Mets-Brewers game on the tube talking
about a time when
the only way these two teams could have played was in a World Series.
(Mets in seven!)
May 9, 2016
Still Coming Up Big
were a lot of nervous moments in the finale of the Mets-Padres series in
San Diego. But the one that had me as nervous as any situation was when
San Diego native Kevin Mitchell entered the booth and talked with Gary
Cohen and Ron Darling.
Mitchell was a Met for one year (and parts of a couple others as a
September call-up), but he is still a beloved figure in Mets lore. It
was his hit, of course, that kept the impossible rally going during the
10th inning of Game Six of the ’86 World Series. It is a linchpin in any
1986 retelling, as it certainly is for One-Year Dynasty. (Come to
think of it, that could also be the name for Mitch’s one-year Mets
career before going on to be MVP.)
a hold of Mitch a year ago after several failed attempts due to health
concerns, which left him unable to move for a time. Finally we talked at
length on the phone. It was a remarkable interview, and he set a few
things straight. One of them was whether he was in the locker room at
Shea, naked from the waist down, making reservations to fly home to his
native San Diego as the rally began and he was summoned to pinch hit
against Mets prospect turned Red Sox closer Calvin Schiraldi. The story
has gone around for years and he once even confirmed it for a writer.
Ballplayers and their memories can be fluid. Some remember every detail
like it just happened a few hours ago. Others seem to have the ability
to boil their entire career into one hell of a story that occurred all
in one day. I don’t get a lot of scoops, but this one felt as much like
a scope for a 30-year-old event. Yet it would be knocked out of the
water if he said on the air that he pinch-hit commando.
breathed easier when Darling said, “Of course you were on the bench the
whole time.” Knew it all along. So did Mitch.
Contrary to urban myth, Mitchell was in the dugout the whole time, pants
on, ready to pinch-hit. Where else would he have been? “I’ll tell
everybody right now: How in the hell was I able to be on deck and get a
base hit? I’m a rookie. What the hell am I going to be doing in the
clubhouse?” Mitchell said, denying the oft-told story that he had taken
off his pants in the clubhouse in the 10th while making plane
reservations for home in San Diego. “Everybody has a story to build up
in a World Series game. And I’m learning something, my first World
Series. Mookie Wilson told me, ‘Be prepared to hit.’ . . . Why would I
be making a reservation when the Mets pay for your flight to go home? As
a rookie? Tell me that.”
As an aside, don’t ask him about cutting off a cat’s head—a myth started
by Dwight Gooden and perpetuated even in recent years by Darryl
Strawberry. Suffice to say, it’s also false. But do ask Mitchell about
his at bat against his former minor league roommate, Calvin Schiraldi.
“That was true,” Mitchell said. “He would always talk about how he’d
pitch me. And I took the first pitch for a strike on an inside fastball.
[Footnote: It was a foul ball on a checked swing.] He always said that
he’d start me off with a fastball inside and then he’d throw me a
slider. And he did it. And I looked for the slider on the next pitch and
[One-Year Dynasty, Chapter 14, 2016, Lyons Press]
then again I’ve known for 30 years that you could trust Kevin Mitchell
to come up big when you needed him most. Glad to see he’s feeling a lot
better than he was a year ago.
to be in the Albany area on Friday May 20? Or if you weren’t planning to
be there, change plans and come on up for Happy Hour on Friday, May 20,
at 6 p.m. to the
It is the Mets bastion of light in the upstate universe. I’ll be selling
One-Year Dynasty and I will also have the new edition of
100 Things Mets Fans Should Know and Do Before They Die. We’ll
watch the Mets game and down a couple.
First review of One Year Dynasty
goes to Lloyd Carroll. Writing for Queens publication
Good Times Magazine, Carroll said, “For those who want to relive
’86 in vivid detail, check out Matt Silverman’s One-Year Dynasty (Lyons
Press). Silverman, who has written many books on the Mets, gets the
little details down, including how Lenny Dykstra and Roger McDowell
appeared on MTV with Martha Quinn. he also gets a few of the Mets to
admit the fear they had for Houston Astros pitcher Mike Scott, and some
admit they would have lost Game 7 to them if they had to face him in the
National League Championship Series for a third time.” And the first
reviewer on amazon.com said it was “fantastic.” Well, my ego’s been
soothed for a week.
1, 2016 is what’s called the publication date for One-Year Dynasty, my
new book about the last Mets world champion, 30 years old. Will we ever
see another world champion? It may be sooner than we could dream or it
could be another 30 years. (God, I hope not.)
don’t know when the next Mets parade will be, but I do know all about
the last one. I believe the 1969 world championship will always be the
most important title in club history, but 1986 is the most significant,
surely now, because it is the one in the most people’s mindset. Even if
they weren’t yet born, there are everyday reminders of what that team
did. But how did they really do it, day by day, month by month, when it
was actually happening? How did they own New York? What was New York
like in the grips of a Mets frenzy? It was the kind that is all the more
rabid because it will not last forever—a fever burning hot and then it’s
One-Year Dynasty: Inside the Rise and Fall of the 1986 Mets, Baseball’s
One-and-Done Champions is for the people who never lost the fever,
and those who cam along too late to appreciate that ’86 team.
looked at dozens of hours of video (thank you, Larry DC), read tons of
old newspapers, magazines, books, and dug up other stuff I had forgotten
ever existed. And I dug up people who were there, whether playing for
the team, managing them, sitting in the press box, or, in the case of Ed
Randall, flying over Shea Stadium when the pennant could have gone
was an incredible season. The Mets were as dominant as any National
League team between the birth of the World Series in 1903 and the
addition of the wild card and the extra playoff rounds that, frankly,
have watered down division titles and made it hard to compare them with
teams of the past who, like the 1985 Mets could win 98 game and go home
with nothing. Experts on the subject claim the ’86 Mets are still one of
the 10 best teams of all time. And yet their victory after being down to
their last out in the World Series with no one on base and down by two
runs is still the most unlikely comeback ever.
Relive it with Keith and Davey, Wally and Mookie, Bobby O. and Kevin
Mitchell, plus fans, writers, bloggers, and dazed Red Sox players and
followers. It’s the ’86 Mets. Still coming to your town, they’re going
to party it down. Big ’80s, big life.
Swinging ’73, I place baseball in the context of its times.
Everything from the music (Wang Chung, anyone?) to the movies (Bueller,
Bueller? Maverick?) to the Pittsburgh Drug Trials to collusion to
Geraldo’s debacle of Al Capone’s vault to MTV to the tragedy of what
happened to some of the stars and the whole organization in the years to
follow, right up until the current resurgence. Everything about the Mets
goes back to 1986. Three decades later, they’re still trying to get back
to that stage where they own the late innings of late October. That is
how a dynasty is formed, even it lasts a year on the field, it is still
in the mind.
not planning a lot of promotion, at least not initially, except for a
signing at the
Low Beat in Albany around 6 p.m. on Friday, May 20. I’m glad to send
signed copies to people for Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, graduation, and
all the days in between. Contact me at the site, if you’d like.
remember ’86, celebrate ’86. It is the touchstone for Mets fans young
and old. It was the Mets painted as big and bold as they can be, backing
up the talk, making us sweat, and covering us in the sticky residue of
champagne and beer. Maybe the boys stayed too long and loud at the
party. But it’s where we come from. It’s our Mets DNA.
April 29, 2016
Going Long for
Jeff Long of
Baseball Prospectus won the fourth annual Greg Spira Award, given to
writers under 30 whose pieces on baseball display innovative analysis
and reasoning. There have been some pieces that deal with people more
than numbers and Long’s BP article sort of dealt with both. he used
state of the art programs to compare players of different skill sets and
came up with some interesting results. Interesting enough for the $1,000
The $200 second prize went to Jon Feyan
for his homework. His capstone project for gradual school at Cardinal
Stritch University in Wisconsin looked at analytics through eyes of
baseball personnel. It is intriguing how that argument has completely
turned around from a decade ago from maverick outcasts when Moneyball
first came out to the way business is done.
Great job not just writing these pieces,
but getting the pieces in for the Greg Spira Award, named after a good
friend and a great Mets fan who died too young from kidney disease. We
worked together on the Maple Street Press Mets Annual for four years and
I’ve been judging this for four years without him. He would have turned
49 this week and he would have loved seeing the Mets finally sticking to
So far this year I’ve been to two Citi
Field games. It was neither the first nor the last game of the initial
homestand, so they lost both. Outscored 15-5. I sort of saw the lone
Mets home run on the homestand by Yeonis Cespedes—I mean sort of
because, having stumbled into the Promenade Club during Sunday’s frigid
game (in the shade) against Philly, I could only see the tops of the
outfielders, but I heard the cheer and picked up the crowd welcoming the
ball into the stands. For one home run in 52 innings of swinging (and
missing), I’m counting it. Unfortunately, I had much better sightings of
Odubel Herrera, Giancarlo Stanton, Marcel Ozuna’s home runs—the latter
two seen from my first visit to the Party City Deck Monday night. If
they are going to name the stadium Citi Field, how about Party Citi
Deck? Doesn’t matter, as they informed us it was now the M&M deck, but
of all the stuff they “gave us” (after charging us $115 for all you can
eat and drink) we did not get a single M&M.
All right, I am already rambling and I’m
still just trying to lay the story straight on last year. The postseason
threw off my ritual annual postings so I didn’t know when to do them. So
how about just in time for tax day?
Favorite Nonplaying Met:
Juan Uribe. I sure do miss the guy’s bat and smile. Even in the World
Series, he got up just once and singled in a run—compared to three K-ABs
by totally done Michael Cuddyer in Kansas City. We’ve never had a FNP
Met who came midseason from another team and spent just a couple of
months on the Mets roster, but he was the only guy I wanted to see play
more. Though Kirk
had a chance to go back-to-back FNPs, like Nick Evans before him
(2009-10). Uribe played plenty until David Wright came back and then
Juan got hurt and couldn’t play again until the World Series. Still,
this coveted prize will look great in an Extended Stay America suite
somewhere near Cleveland. We’re thinking about you, Juan, and there’s
that rendezvous at
Flo Field in Cleveland!
OK, what’s next? Mets final grades.
To quote newlywed Flap from Terms of Endearment, who he had more
pressing concerns than giving out grades on English papers: “Oh, I’ll
just give ’em all B’s.” Rarely have I ever been prouder to be a Mets fan
than I was last fall. That’s better than any letter grade I can come up
And finally, there is the log of games at
Citi Field, which I do annually so I never have to say I think I’ve been
to so and so many games at the park. And for the first time since this
began in 2009, I have postseason games to include. Come back a few
months with me. It is magic from first to (almost) last pitch.
Log 2015 Citi Field
Mets Rec, Pos
Who hit the HRs
Phi, 2-0 W
Only thing more perfect than Opening Day at the
park was start of perfect 10-0 homestand.
Tor, 4-3 W
Most years this is signature win, but in '15...
Syndergaard superb, 2 Bautista bombs, Duda RBI in 11th ties,
and then a Wilmer walkoff hit!
LA, 7-2 L
Conforto debut, night of Uribe & Johnson deal,
and Niese missed birth to get torched by LA. Mets 2nd, 1 game over
.500, and all changed.
Bos, 6-4 L
Ortiz, Bradley, Swihart
1st place Mets kept coming back on Sox, but
another great Harvey start with no decision. Scoreless Eric
Phi, 9-4 W
Finally saw a Mets HR--3, actually! And Tejada
inside-the-park job! Plus Conforto and Cespedes! And Mets got win
for Harvey...just before innings gate and the big series in DC.
Was, 1-0 W
Worried this'd be for the marbles. Mets no-hit
previous night. So what? Granderson HR!
LA, 13-7 W
d'Arnaud, Cespedes, Gonzalez, Kendrick
First postseason game at Citi. Heard ovation for
Tejada a mile away--where we had to park! Mets down 3-0 and
then...Ka-Boom! 10 unanswered runs! One NLDS game not duel.
Chi, 4-2 W
Murphy, d'Arnaud, Schwarber
1973 World Series level frigid but electric at
top of Citi. d'Arnaud off apple, Shawarber off Unisphere, Murph HR
and nice play to end.
KC, 9-3 W
Pregame atmosphere worthy of World Series.
Standing room only and my spine tingles thinking of Wright's HR--and
KC, 7-2 L
Should have quit while I was ahead. Spent last
half inning in last go round for Pepsi Porch.
Grand 3, d'arnaud 2, Cespedes 2
Like everything else in 2015, the HRs came on
late. As did the wins.
Since ’09 opening
Dickey & Santana 4
Counting postseason, Mets are 284-290
at Citi. A winning record at the place isn't far fetched.
April 3, 2016
Reflections of a
Mets Life: 2015
Yes, I'm behind.
Months behind in everything, and this blog has ended up at the bottom of
the pile after family, finishing books, sitting at work, and what could
have been the best sports year of my life. But wasn't. It was close,
To be honest, I
could not even put the lid on 2015 until January 2016 was almost done,
with my Arizona Cardinals, but that ended in the NFC Championship Game,
quickly, I might add, but they did
pull out an incredible game out of the fire against the Packers. In
short, the year 2015 can be summed up as absolutely superb, but a couple
of game short of the ultimate goal. But it was close.
The Mets are
getting Yeonis Cespedes at the trade deadline and it won't cost them
their best prospects.
The Mets are
going to knock off the Nationals for the division title and the
season-ending series against Washington won't mean a thing.
The Mets are
going to beat the Dodgers despite not having homefield advantage or,
apart from one game, not hitting at all.
The Mets, who
lost all seven games against the Cubs in 2015, are going to sweep them
in the NLCS to reach the World Series.
As I told you, it
would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable!!!
indeed. Though I was working two jobs, working on five books, and
numerous pressing personal issues that would are still too painful to
share, the Mets, for once, were the one constant in my life. They just
kept winning. I hadn't missed a Mets postseason game in person since the
last two games of 1986, but I missed one each in these three postseason
series. Didn't matter. Daniel Murphy's heretofore up and down career was
all up, stealing unoccupied bases and hitting homers at key moments.
Every... single... game. And the pitching was as good as anything I've
ever seen in a Mets uniform. Yes, anything. Even Terry Collins could not
make a wrong move (until, sadly, he did). And if only for a couple more
late-inning outs in the World Series, it might have all turned out like
a fairy tale.
You keep saying that word. I don't think that world means what you think
I saw the first
pitch of the year and the last from the upper deck at Citi Field. I went
to eight games in between (more on that in a future post), but I saw
most of the kids pitch: deGrom, Harvey, Syndergaard, and of course,
Jeurys Familia. I am still trying to catch up on the work, but in the
coming weeks you will see how my homework came out:
100 Things Mets Fans Should Know and Do Before They Die (third edition),
Mets by the Numbers (the second edition of Jon Springer's
landmark concept). And
Red Sox and
Cubs by the Numbers will also be out soon, in case you think
I've been slacking. All are available for preorder, I may add because
there is room from promotion every year.
It is a new
season but 2015 still seems to go on. The game goes on. Life has been
moving as fast as a Matt Harvey fastball. And I'm still swinging. Let's
April 1, 2016
Mets and Royals Agree to Go Double or
Nothing on Series Trophy
Didn't like how the
World Series turned out? Well, here's a chance to take the World Series
trophy from the Royals... this Sunday night!
How could this happen?
You know how the players from opposing teams nowadays love to fraternize
before a game, no matter how important the contest. Fun-loving Mets
outfielder Yeonis Cespedes hit it off with Royals catcher Salvador Perez
so well during the World Series that when Perez stopped in Miami to film
a commercial on his way from home in Venezuela to spring training in
Arizona, the two hit the town harder than the Royals jump on a fastball.
After many cervesas, Perez agreed to put the World Series trophy back in
play in their rematch on Opening Night.
Wait, you ask,
what are the Mets putting up if they lose? Yeonis agreed to put up his
entire 2017 salary of $23.7 million. Perez was not aware that Cespedes
can (and likely will) opt out of that contract after this year, leaving
the Royals with a whole lot of nothing if the Mets can pull this off.
But how can the suits from MLB let this happen? There has never been a
World Series rematch on Opening Day (or Night), so this is new
territory. And an old man in Quiggleville, PA recently found a copy of
the Temple Cup agreement of 1894 that has some bearing on this issue,
back when gambling was not limited to Indian-run casinos, state
lotteries, and free agency.
By the time the
lawyers get it all sorted out, the Mets might just have added a third
trophy to the display vase at the Mets Hall of Fame and Museum. The
Kansas rubes never saw this coming. They sure can hit, though. And run.
And pitch. And celebrate in Flushing.
But after having
the whole winter off and no two-inning saves to wear him out, maybe
Jeurys Familia will be back to his pre-Series self. And Terry Collins
knows to never let Matt Harvey talk him into anything. And Lucas Duda
has practiced the throw from first to home 370,000 times (or, in
dollars, the amount of money each World Series-winning player got).
convinced Perez to put his World Series MVP on the line. (Perez
really was hammied in Miami.) If Cespedes can pull of this trick, he
deserves MVP even if he goes 0 for 4 in the game.
What better way
to start the 30th anniversary of the 1986 season? Well, maybe
pre-ordering this book is a good start.
January 21, 2016
Greg Spira Award Nominations Are Open
It is time again for the Greg Spira Award,
a reward for excellence and promise in young baseball writers. Named for
my old friend and colleague, Greg co-edited the Mets Annual with me, and
before that we worked together at Total Sports. A lifelong Mets fan from
Whitestone, Queens, Greg was a long-time proponent for baseball research
on the web and always championed giving young writers a chance. This is
the fourth award since he died from kidney disease just after Christmas
2011. He was 44.
As one of the award administrators, I’m
asking for some candidates. You do not even need to write anything new.
It just have to have been written between January 16, 2015 to January
15, 2016. First prize is $1,000, which, last time I looked, was a pretty
good payday for an already written article for someone under 30. (It’s
not bad pay for a piece for a writer over 50, for that matter.) Last
year’s winner, Lewis Pollis, turned his
baseball front office-themed college thesis in economics into the
Spira Award. Within a year was hired as an analyst by the Philadelphia
Phillies. Cee Angi won the $200 second prize for his
superb piece on Vin Scully. Rob Arthur placed third ($100) for his
innovative research on the
frequencies made by bat on ball.
The full press release for the 2016 award is
here, but what
we are looking for in a nutshell is this:
Winning entries must display innovative analysis or reasoning by an
author who was 30 years old or younger at the time of the entry’s
If you are under 30 and have written something
that fits this category, by all means
fill out an application. And if you know someone who fits the
qualifications, please nominate him or her. Nominations can be made
until March 6. It’s a great tribute and a great opportunity.
Sad to say that the Queens Baseball Convention, an
important part of the offseason and run by the fans, has been postponed
Weather Report (Not So) Suite. They are rescheduling it for sometime
in the spring, and hopefully it will resurrect the book panel I was
supposed to be on moderated by
Fry of Faith and Fear in Flushing fame. And hopefully by then I have
some copies of the books I have been working on for
months (updating took months, that is). “Summers fade and roses
die…” and that’s why we write. Lest they be forgotten.
January 17, 2016
East Coast Cardinal Survives by the
For those who don’t know, forgot, or don’t
care, I pledge to be the only Arizona Cardinals fan on the East Coast.
Even after that amazing win over the Packers—the second such agony and
ecstasy OT playoff win over the Packers in the last six years,
Saturday Night Live host Adam Driver, whose entrance was delayed
almost an hour due to the late run of the game, came out and said
“Congratulations to the Arizona Cardinals.” And about three people
clapped. Obviously they were from out of town.
But so what? I am a Mets fan, so I know
what it is like to be ignored. And as long as you keep winning, you get
to laugh while others yawn and stare at their phones. I will not forget
this game. Allowing two Hail Marys on one drive, on fourth-and-20, and
essentially, fourth-and-45 is mind-boggling. Having a coin flip that
does not count is something I have never seen. And a shovel pass from
Carson Palmer to Larry Fitzgerald, the guy who just went 75 yards and
the other team has to be covering for the winning touchdown.
For the second time in their 95 year NFL
History, they will go the NFC Championship Game. (They did play in a
couple of NFL Championship Games; even won an NFL title in 1947, but all
anyone cares about the Super Bowl.) I actually missed the first half of
the game, going with friends to see
Brooklyn, the movie, not the borough—and if I could say Saoirse Ronan I would say she’s
superb. And Megan Draper (Jessica Pare) excels as well. The movie was
good, but the game will linger. No matter what happens next. Though I
recall thinking something like that last October.
Oh, and if I don’t get back on the site
before next week, let me proudly say I’ll be on the book panel at the
Queens Baseball Convention on Saturday, January 23. By the fans, for
the fans, because the Mets don’t want to do one. The lack of official
team hype and BS is what makes QBC great. Do not miss it! QBC 16 will be
at a new location: O’Neill’s Restaurant at 64-21 53rd Drive
in Maspeth. It starts at 11:30 a.m. I go on with the panel hosted by
Jason Fry at 3:30 p.m.
January 7, 2016
Fame, Thy Name Is Piazza
This is a test. If Mike Piazza is elected to the National Baseball Hall of Fame and you do not post an article commenting on it within a significant
amount of time, you do not have what can be deemed a functioning Mets site. I have been preoccupied working on a few books and actually had
to make late changes to the night of his announcement to reflect the Mets doubling their Hall of Fame representation, and, wait and see, doubling
their retired player numbers as well. They have set the bar purposely high in this area.
It has been a pretty darned good year in Metsland. Sure, George Steinbrenner might classify losing the World Series as a failure, but if Mets fans
thought that way they’d never be happy. Not that losing to the Royals didn’t hurt. It still hurts. With two rounds needed to win a pennant, the
odds of returning to the World Series are not good. It is possible. And you can even win the second time around. Just ask the Royals. But screw
them. I’m still mad and hurt. I am pretty excited about Mike Piazza getting into the Hall of Fame, though. And going in as a Met.
Piazza’s arrival in 1998 was a Keith Hernandez kind of change. It was worth the $21 for box seats and taking my three-month-old daughter to her
first game and later making it one of my earliest posts on this site. The Mets went from pretty good to really good after getting him, while the
post-Mex Mets started from a lower low and reached a higher high. Piazza was the focus of the offense. And I remain convinced that another year
with Edgardo Alfonzo-John Olerud-Piazza middle of the order and they win a World Series. And if they hadn’t played the Yankees in 2000…
Piazza had gotten painfully close to the Hall of Fame and then blasted through this time around. All the steroids era players will probably get in one
day, just like the guys who exploded offenses in the 1930s one day stopped being punished. People say, “Who cares? everyone was doing it.”
Because if everyone was jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge, everyone else would follow behind. And be handed millions of dollars for the risk. If there
I like the comment made by Roy Halladay: “When you use PEDs you admit your not good enough to compete fairly! Our nations past time should
have higher standards! No Clemens no Bonds!” Roger threw a bat at Roy’s s head or something, but I wish a player had said that 20 years ago.
The players caused this problem. The owners exacerbated it. And the writers, the low men on the prestige and pay totem polls are the ones left to
administer it. Funny thing is, Halladay, who is not eligible for the Hall until 2019, may get in before Clemens does.
The Hall of Fame is a great place. I have friends who work there. I have a Hall of Fame club member T-shirt that is almost as old as Steven Matz.
It is funny how this little town in upstate New York has so many quaking in their boots. What should be bothering them is their conscience.
I believe Mikey P. is clean. I just wish we knew and that someone did something about it when they could. It’s baseball. In football Peyton Manning
But Cooperstown is what matters as is the fact that Mike Piazza is there in a Mets hat. Mets ownership went out of its way after his retirement to
make it clear that they thought of him as their guy. This time the owners were right. And this time the writers were right.
December 12, 2015
Mets Gift of the
Take Thee to
year at this time (or later) I toss out an idea for those looking to
give the gift of Mets at holiday time. Often, the suggestion is books,
because I know of no better way to say a lot about Mets for $20 or so
and learn something at the same time. There are an absolute ton of Mets
books due out next year, including three from your faithful servant (one
new, and an
update or two crammed with new material).
You could say the gifts have already been
given for 2015. Mortgaging a small bit of future for a push to the
postseason. The Washington Nationals not firing Matt Williams when he
lost the team and lost tons of games with questionable moves. Knocking
off the Dodgers in a tense NLDS. Sweeping the Cubs in the NLCS after
Chicago swept the season series from the Mets. The thrill, never mind
the outcome, of returning to the World Series for the first time in 15
years. You could even say that
Michael Cuddyer retiring and freeing up a bunch of money for a cash
strapped club is a gift under the tree. (Mike, you may not have been my
favorite player, but that is a classy way to go out with your dignity in
But we are looking at something simple and
even for under the tree.
Getting your butt to Citi Field, or getting someone there who hasn’t
gone in a few years due to some grand point. Here is the news: Your
experiment has failed. The ship is leaving without you. And you are not
hurting the Wilpons, you’re hurting yourself. Or your loved ones. The
Wilpons will endure. So must you. We are not talking about season
tickets, we are talking about a game or two. Get you back in flow, Joe.
address all the reasons some may be reticent with a
never-before-published segment to the new edition to 100 Things Mets
Fans Should Know and Do Before They Die. This did not appear in the 2008
or 2010 versions of the book. It didn’t have to. It needs saying now.
the Mettiest of holidays.
Go to a Mets Home
The first two
incarnations of this book did not include this recommendation because it
seemed too obvious, but following the team’s financial miasma that took
over the Mets conversation for much of the 2010s, it is worth advising
now: See the Mets in person at Citi Field. If you don’t live near New
York, see number 82.
Many, many Mets fans
have proclaimed that they will not attend another Mets game until the
Wilpons sell the team. As of 2015, with a newly minted National League
pennant and the floor of the Wrigley Field visiting locker room still
sticky from the champagne from the giant bottle of bubbly Jeff Wilpon
was last seen hoisting following the sweep of the Cubs, it doesn’t look
like ownership is changing soon. So how many more pennants do you plan
to miss? They don’t come around in Flushing too often, no matter who
owns the team.
First, for those
planning to raise a new generation of Mets fans, the best way for it to
stick is to bring young kiddies and (if it applies) bring your wife, as
the song goes. You can watch all the baseball you want on TV or buy tons
of merchandise (and doesn’t that wind up in ownership’s pockets?), but
it is much more likely to take hold in an environment with thousands of
others with the same predisposition. If you want to raise Yankees fans,
or worse, people who don’t care about baseball at all, the best way to
do that is to not take them out to the ballgame. It can go a little far
in the other direction, like the kids under 10 seen by the hundreds
after midnight of a 13-4 lead in the eighth inning of Game 3 of the
Division Series, but the Mets have been known to go long periods between
sips of playoff bubbly.
Watching on TV is
cheaper, but it’s not anywhere close to the shared experience of the
ballpark. And here are a few hints on how to do so without costing an
arm or a leg or bringing excess treasure to owners you don’t like.
Here’s a five-step plan.
1. Buy from Stub Hub
or similar secondary market sources—including people you know who have
extra tickets. Stub Hub is partner with almost all major league teams,
including the Mets, and there is a processing fee, but it is a great way
to get tickets at a reduced price (like the $6 Promenade seats
overlooking the infield purchased at the last minute for the final
regular season game of 2015) or an incredibly inflated price (like the
sum I cannot disclose for 2015 World Series standing room tickets,
should the Mrs. reads this).
2. Take public
transportation. This will keep you from paying $22 and up for parking at
the ballpark, unless you are willing to get there early, park free on
the street, and then walk a bit.
3. Bring your own
food. The Mets are pretty good about letting people bring in food, so
long as it is not in a cooler. As for drinks, the team website says,
“Guests may bring in one, soft, plastic, factory-sealed water bottles of
20 ounces or less. Guests may also bring in one sealed, soft-sided
child’s juice box. Note: Water bottles and juice boxes may not be
frozen.” (Also be careful of metal containers, including aerosol sun
screen, bring a plastic bottle instead.)
4. Give blood.
New York Blood Center in recent years has given free Mets tickets to
people giving blood during certain times of the year. Likewise, people
donating to the team’s December coat drive and summer food drive (10
items or more) at the stadium receive free seat vouchers for future
games at Citi.
5. Don’t confuse
laziness or cheapness with some high moral stand.
To quote Auntie
Mame, “Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.”
And have you tried the Pat LaFrieda steak sandwich at Citi Field?
Not Available in Book (or sold in stores, to use holiday speak)
If I may digress, I
came from a household where baseball was not big, but I suddenly got
into the game and the Mets at age 10 in 1975. That year both the Mets
and Yankees played at Shea Stadium, and I first saw the Yankees play at
Shea against the Indians on Oldtimers Day, with all the pomp and
circumstance moved from the Bronx to Flushing. And I pulled for
Cleveland the whole way. A few weeks later my father took me to the same
place to see the Mets, and that beat-up old stadium was the only
structure I loved as much as the house where I grew up. As bad as the
Mets were in the years that followed, I cherished going to those games
with my dad—mostly losses—almost as much as the postseason games I was
later privileged to attend with my friends. I can’t be the only one who
feels this way. Take your kid to the ballgame. Or take yourself, for
your own good. You’re guaranteed to have the time of your life.
(Disclaimer: Guarantee not valid in Flushing.)
December 6, 2015
Some Run There,
hey there! I know you were worried. Yes, I took the Mets loss in the
World Series kind of hard. You get so close to the whole thing and then
it comes down to a few bad plays that if they are made, maybe I’ve been
on a happy bender for the last month. But we all know that didn’t
happen. Though I wasn’t sitting around the house all depressed watching
Mets Classics, eating Haagen Dazs, and every few minutes bawling, “Aw
was some business to attend to. First came the finishing touches on
One-Year Dynasty: Inside the Rise and Fall of
the 1986 Mets, Baseball’s Impossible One-and-Done Champions,
which originally had numerous opinions stated and interviews done about
how the Mets would never match ’86 and could not win with current
ownership. So that needed some massaging, but not as much as if the Mets
had won the whole thing. I was ready to do the work. I really was, but…
“Aw, Murph!” And I know if I’d made the throw Duda made when I was in
Little League, I would have spent part of every offseason day throwing
the ball against the garage door until I made the perfect throw. Every
time. But where are we? Oh, that’s right, plugs!
will have some report card grades, along with the Mets Gift of the Year,
Favorite Nonplaying Met, Met’s Mets Log, and other features you have
come to cherish (or scroll past when they are plugged on Facebook and
Twitter). Just give me some time and space to get all this done.
I went so long between posts I have some bonus text for you. The book I
wrote in 2008 that spurred the launching of this site, 100 Things Mets
Should Know and Do Before They Die, will see its third edition in March
of 2016. (new
edition available for pre-order or old or
previous edition because Santa’ll tell you those pre-orders do not
always stuff stockings to the level he likes.
is a piece I wrote for the new edition of 100 Things that kept me
from writing on this site. I have been rather critical of Terry Collins
on this site—but he is getting his due in the latest version of 100
Things. You’ll have to pick up a copy to find out where T.C. ranks among
the other four pennant winning Mets managers, plus Casey Stengel, the
only Mets manager older than Teflon Collins is less than a decade from
surpassing as oldest Mets manager in history. But I will say with all
sincerity, 2015 was a superb job, Terry. You came awfully close to The
Only Thing This Mets Fan Wants to See and Experience Before I Die. And
for that we thank you.
Frankly, if someone
had told me in July of 2015 that I would have to clear room in this
latest book update for a Terry Collins entry, I would have told the
person that they were crazy. Who’s crazy now?
Terry Collins became
the fifth Mets manager in history to win a National League pennant. The
Mets, who had the most anemic offense in the National League when July
began, became overnight thumpers following the arrival of Yoenis
Cespedes, the headliner among several key acquisitions by Sandy Alderson
around the July 31 trading deadline. Collins, who at 66 was baseball’s
oldest manager in 2015, could have remained old school and followed the
path that resulted in brief tenures with the Astros and Angels in the
1990s. But he embraced new methods.
One such development
was “The Matrix,” not a confusing Keanu Reeves movie but a system
created by the Mets front office profiling how hitters did against
comparable pitchers. It paid dividends once the Mets roster acquired
enough legitimate hitters to give Collins real lineup options. Those
combinations differed almost nightly through the last two months of the
year, but the results were consistent: 37-17 from the day the Mets made
the Cespedes deal to the weekend they clinched the NL East.
It was an odd year
in many ways. The Mets, who hadn’t been no-hit in 22 years, were no-hit
twice in one season for the first time. No Met had ever homered three
times in a game at home—it happened twice (Kirk Nieuwenhuis and Lucas
Duda). Queens native Steven Matz drove in a major league record (for a
pitcher) four runs in his major league debut and got the win. And
Collins, who in June 2015 surpassed Mets managing legend Gil Hodges for
third all-time in team victories, won a career high 90 games. He joined
Hodges and Yogi Berra, along with the two men ahead of him—Davey Johnson
and Bobby Valentine—as Mets managers to win a National League pennant.
reached the majors as a player, but the Michigan native landed in New
York after managing in Japan and guiding China’s inaugural World
Baseball Classic team in 2009. He served as Mets minor league field
coordinator in 2010 and, after Alderson replaced Omar Minaya as GM,
became the 20th manager in Mets history.
Collins was a seen
as a company man who would take the long view in rebuilding, but what
had felt as endless as a Department of Transportation highway project
was suddenly complete. To his credit, Collins still gave answers that
made reporters chuckle and the internet buzz, even as some grandstand
managers scratched their heads. Should he have taken out Matt Harvey
earlier in Game 5 of the World Series? It seems so in retrospect, but he
had successfully rolled the dice in Game 5 of the Division Series,
bringing in rookie phenom Noah Syndergaard for his first major league
relief appearance in a one-run game. Collins looked brilliant when
Syndergaard was perfect and the Mets won the deciding game at Dodger
Stadium. Collins’s club then took on the Cubs and everyone’s favorite
managing genius, Joe Maddon, winning four straight after going 0-7
against Chicago in 2015, B.C.—Before Cespedes.
Maybe the clock
struck midnight on Cinderella in the World Series—two losses to Kansas
City did come after midnight in extra innings. But if there was a fairy
godmother/father for the 2015 Mets, it was Terry Collins. For a team
that Sports Illustrated picked to finish fourth in its division,
with a manager that many pundits thought would be among the first fired
in ’15, Collins was the only NL manager still in a dugout when October
was pulled off the calendar.
—From third edition
of 100 Things Mets Fans Should Know and Do Before They Die,
available March 2016
It is so much easier to think of stuff to
write when all goes badly for the Mets. That is normal. This is strange.
I am used to putting Mets pennant winners
in a formatted scenario in my writing, place on pedestal and watch. The
most recent team was in 2000. The most recent postseason team was 2006.
I had written about these and the other “special” Mets ballclubs 10
times over in books and on this site. Now, it’s like starting over. I
don’t know nothin’. Except this:
Daniel Murphy. No Met has ever reached
this level of white hot. Hell, few players ever have. Even Reggie
Jackson, when he was undeservedly named MVP of the World Series by
Sport Magazine in 1973—I’ve
written about this before—did not hit at all during the night
games in New York (1-for-12) and 8 for 14 in his last three games in
the Oakland sunshine after taking the collar in the opener against Jon
Matlack. Mr. October had one home run. Murph does that for daily
Yoenis Cespedes and Travis d’Arnaud. It
is a strange pair, but when they hit, the Mets are unstoppable. Throw
in Lucas Duda. Daniel Murphy can’t possibly stay that hot, but if
these three can combine to bring what Murph brought during the
you’re gonna like the way you look.
Defense. This team has made some Amazin’ plays
of late. The Murphy stop to end Game One. The Duda dives. (Say it fast
and it sounds like “The
David Wright playing third base like someone who earned his two Gold
Gloves rather than receiving them as consolation prizes for the
incredibly productive offense and bitter endings to his team's 2007
and 2008 seasons.
And the relief pitching coming through when it
was needed. Jon Niese getting the one big out needed in the series
(though Bartolo Colon earned the win in Game Four by getting an out
that seemed huge to Mets fans used to everything going wrong, but it
was a 6-1 lead). Tyler Clippard and Addison Reed holding serve and
Jeurys Familia, which is Spanish for whatever über
Methead Jim Bruer says it is on a given night. And if there if there
is ever a direct-to-video sequel to The Big Lebowksi (Lebo
Large Dos: The Quickening?), I would actually watch it just to see
him. And I promise to finally sit down and watch his classic
Half Baked. (The sequel he’s got to do, Twice Baked—dude….!)
Terry Collins has to keep being the
lucky leprechaun whose every move transforms into a pot o’ gold. I
never thought the Mets could win with him. Well, shut my mouth.
And Sandy Alderson, who some call the
grandfather of Moneyball, has out Billy Beaned Billy Beane when
it comes to October. Those A’s teams only made it out of the Division
Series once, and that year they got smoked by a Detroit Tigers team
the Mets should have smoked in the World Series. But the Mets got
knocked off before they could reach the 2006 World Series. Well, here
we are now.
There is one other thing I know, and this
I know from experience. None of this means anything now. For the Mets to
end a 29-year championship drought, they have to start from scratch and
hold the Royals insert AL team here
at bay, get clutch hits, prevent clutch hits, and win on the road in a
hostile environment full of people as hungry for a title as we are.
The World Series is upon us and for once
we are not watching it like the dutiful fans we are, respecting the
baseball gods rather than loudly ignoring it because our team isn’t
there. We’d miss a lot of World Series that way. And if you haven’t
ventured up late to see it lately, or endured the braying in the Fox
booth—Tim McCarver retired, in case you weren’t aware—the World Series
is what baseball is all about. Numbers are great, but winning ends
arguments. It might even shut up a Yankees fan. But I’m not sure. It’s
been so long, I’ve forgotten what that sounds like.
Playoff baseball has been a solitary experience for me or a long time,
watching other teams play and other fans celebrate while a dog slept
near me and the family snoozed out of yelling range. But it never meant
as much as it did Thursday night in Los Angeles. In California it was
over by 8:30 p.m. Let them all hug communally in despair. Let them hold
Chase Utley’s hand as he awaits sentencing 10 days after he broke lil’
Ruben Tejada’s ankle on that dirty slide. Let Utley rot.
it is after midnight and work first thing in the morning, but I had to
put pen to paper, so to speak, to tell you about a memory. I’m not
really sure how it goes, but it’s sad and it’s sweet… well, you know.
P. and I were in the upper tank at Shea
Stadium, October 9, 1988. We were just so sure that the Mets were going
to wipe the floor with L.A. and then beat Oakland as revenge for the
1973 World Series. Instead we saw Mike Scioscia smoke a ball into
the bullpen over the head of Randy Myers, who should have been in the
game pitching to the squatty body catcher not known for power. We stayed
for extra innings. We sipped from a flask, poured it into Cokes in Harry
M. Stevens cups. P. tumbled down the emptying rows, stopped by a couple
from Commack before he reached the bottom. (P. gave me permission to
retell this after finally beating L.A.--somehow 2006 does not feel like
it counts because it was too easy.)for that, good thing nobody’s up—on
this coast.) We all got beat up by L.A. that week. At the time my sister
and brother lived in Los Angeles and I’d spent a couple of weeks
traveling around out there after graduating college, but you know what,
I hate L.A. As we all sang to parody the Randy Newman song. (Don’t look
for a link to
“I Love L.A.,”
I got your link right here.) I haven’t been back to L.A. since they
moved away in the 1990s. They’re so disappointed they want to go to bed…
but it’s only 9 o’clock. Sleep tight.
be out late Saturday night for the NLCS opener, my treat to myself for
prudently ending a streak of 23 consecutive Mets home postseason games
I’d attended, a streak that started the day before P. and I climbed (and
barely stayed in) the upper tank in 1988 and ended Tuesday night, which
was good because Monday was the worst Flushing traffic I had ever
encountered at a non U.S. Open, fireworks, or Shea closing forever game.
I got home at 3 a.m., another record for nights that did not involve a
few bar hop stops on the way home. But they won and I did get to work at
8 the next morning. We’re all working hard this time of year.
Forcing myself to end the silly and costly streak was the best thing I
could do. Like Cal Ripken, suddenly our voice of October with Ron
Darling, taking himself out
after proving his point 2,632 games later. It doesn’t matter how
many you go to in a row. It matters how many you win. And though the
Mets went 15-8 during my run, we know where it got them. The last time I
had missed a postseason game was 1986, and they managed to win those
last two games without me around.
I love about now is that you don’t know what the future will bring.
That’s OK. Enjoy Murph and Yoenis and Clippard and Kelly and Uribe and
everyone who’s having to call the landlord and tell them they will be
staying another week.
heard for years about how great it’s going to be when everything comes
together for the Mets. The future is now. Who knows when it ends? Drink
Mets-Dodgers Preview, Spoken Word Version
I would love to
write about the National League Division Series, but family commitments
being what they are this year, I am going to talk it out instead with
my pal Ralph
Tyko. Sit back and enjoy. And we mix in
lots about 1973, 1986, and life. In the weeks to come, we will have the
usual Favorite Non Playing Met Award and final report cards, but
hopefully not for a few weeks. First thing first.
has been a crazy time. On Wednesday I was being interviewed by
John Delcos for Mets Report about the decision-making in the 1973
World Series (RIP, Yogi Berra, George Stone or George Thomas Seaver, you
were still a top five Mets manager), and as Freddie Freeman came off the
bench and knocked in five runs over the course of our conversation, I
thought for the world the Mets and Nationals would play a do-or-die
series next weekend. Three days later a tear is trickling down my face
as my son and I sit in the orange seats from Shea and watch Jay Bruce
you may ask yourself, “Well, how did I get here?”
one in the clubhouse interviews thanked the people that truly helped
most—and trust me, I watched ]all the champagne soaked, translator-aided
interviews on SNY and had to tear myself away from the replay to write
this. “First, I want to thank the Nationals for making this easier than
even the people at Optimistic Mets Fan could have imagined.”
Melissa, can you
Scroll down a little here, on the feed. (I am permanently behind in
updating the site technologically). I thought this season was over
months ago. I challenged Sandy Alderson to make the moves needed. I gave
some tough grades on my first half report card and said this of Terry
Collins, “Players like him, but he’s outlived his usefulness here. It is
time to win and he’s not the man.” Well, shut my mouth. Don’t translate
other night, coming off that terrible homestand that left me with
dueling nightmares from 2007 and 2008, Gary Cohen boldly said, “Saturday
might be the day.” That was, of course, after the Orioles completed a
sweep of the Nationals, in D.C. The Nats looked so much like the 2007
Mets: Unfinished business arrogance, telling everyone they were better
than them, in a word: complacency. And just like the 2007 Mets, these
didn’t win one game when it counted against the team they had to beat.
That series in D.C. that began Labor Day is one of the most remarkable
regular season series I have ever seen. They should have lost each game,
and instead won all three. And that was coming off a horrendous series
remembered ’07 and how just when it looked like they caught themselves
and ran off a seven-game win streak, there was 7 games with 17 left,
and, you know. Well, I don’t know about you, but that will never leave
me. But it’s gone this year. It’s all gone.
have been lucky to write a bunch of Mets books. It sometimes feels like
I’ve been doing Mets books since time began. I have been fortunate. I’m
editing my eight one—cover
looks good!—but listen to this, when the Mets were last in the
playoffs I was still writing my first book! That… is … a … long … time.
I keep thinking the next one will be the big one. That’s why I write,
that’s why I watch. Today the slot machine paid off. Whether it will pay
off again, who knows, but there are enough quarters stored up to last me
the Mets, you know there’ll always be something new to lament. Another,
woe is us. But the schneid is off. Best of luck to us all. See you in
October. Yes, I said October!
September 10, 2015
Don’t Say It’s
Over, Do Say It’s Amazin’
make pronouncements about the Mets’ past. Their future is for everyone
else to argue about. You say seven-game lead? I can speak of doleful
precedents that no one wants to hear. And having grown up in the 1970s
watching the Mets play like someone who’s been kicked in the head
repeatedly, I do not count anything before it’s official. The 1999
season? One of my favorite years ever because of its rare redemptive
quality: The Mets had a playoff spot wrapped up, screwed the pooch, and
then stole it back by winning the last three games followed by a one-day
playoff in Cincinnati. For my money, those are the best regular season
Mets games ever played.
three games against the Nationals, though... Wow! And completing the
sweep on the 46th anniversary of the black cat stepping out on the Cubs
at Shea Stadium in 1969. Purrrr-fect! Drew Storen looked spooked in
I had a hard time containing myself after the Mets got Yoenis
Cespedes—was that really just six weeks ago? Even Terry Collins—not my
favorite manager—has turned into Nostradamus. Pinch hit for Mets
second-half turnaround poster boy Wilmer Flores? And the pinch hitter,
Kelly Johnson, belts a game-tying home run in the eighth. Of course! And
doing it off Stephen Strasburg, who looks like a team’s ace is supposed
to look in a big game? Speaking of young stud aces...
Harvey: I am still not on speaking terms with you. After letting you
down for many, many starts, the Mets are picking you up after you let
everyone down by not taking the high road. Or saying the right thing. Or
shutting up. Or telling your agent to step the Francoeur back. But the
Mets had your back this time. And I think whatever war chest the Mets
had been piling up with the renewed interest in the team, may now be
earmarked toward a Cuban outfielder who looks like a man who may just
have found a home in the States. Remember Carlos Beltran when he was
traded to the Astros and he tore the National League apart before he
signed with the Mets?
This is what it looked like. (Nice calls, Josh Lewin.)
Anyway, it’s not my job to get too far ahead or drift too far behind. I
am getting ready for the playoffs!
York-Penn League Class A playoffs for my summer job with the
Tri-City Valley Cats in Troy. What did you think I was talking about?
August 29, 2015
Ushering in a New
hate to start a long overdue post with a “sorry,” but it’s been a busy
summer. It hasn’t, however, been one of those summers that’s suddenly
gone before you realize it. Each day, at least on my end, has been
monitored and checked off dutifully. I’ve watched each day go by, inning
by inning, from a ballpark in a city that had National League success
before New York. (The New York Mutuals, an amateur team turned pro and
member of the National Association (1871-75), did not survive past the
inaugural NL season of 1876.)
1879, when Providence had the National League’s best team, Troy, NY, had
an NL franchise. They weren’t good, but they existed before most of the
teams we know today, including the Giants, who took Troy’s spot in the
NL in NY state, and took three of the Trojans’ future Hall of Famers:
Buck Ewing, Roger Connor, and Mickey Welch. Many of the “little” eastern
cities faded from the NL in the 1880s—besides Providence, teams from
Buffalo, Syracuse, and Worcester came and went—but Troy still loves its
baseball. I do, too. Another former NL club, the Houston Astros, operate
the Tri-City Valley Cats in the Class A New York-Penn League. Tri-City
(for those keeping score, it is the cities of Albany Troy, and
Schenectady) is the jumping off point for players, many of them fresh
out of college, into the world of professional ball. And it’s my place
of pro baseball embarkation, and probably my lone stop. I always wanted
to work for a pro team, and this is as close as I will get. I am in
service relations, or more succinctly, an usher. I have tried to do a
good job. Whenever I wonder what I should do, I just think of rude
treatment received from Mets ushers through the years, and I’ve just
done the opposite. It has worked, for the most part.
It has been a great summer. And having
started a 9-5 job as well, I have spent many evenings driving an hour up
to Troy as soon as I get off work, eating in the car, listening to books
on CD. (I especially enjoyed
this big one.) And then I get to the park and assume my small part
in professional baseball. And they have spent much of this summer in
Mets’ NY-Penn club from Brooklyn arrives—if you find yourself in the
mists of time in Troy,
stop in at the Joe. Section 150. We keep an eye on how the Mets are
doing in New York, too.
And on a night off in Troy I was off to
New York to see the Mets and Red Sox. It was a 29-year reunion of a
brief, bloody war between two allies in the never ending war against
Yankeeism. To me it is like I have been reliving 1986 every day, as I am
in the process of editing One Year Dynasty,
now available for pre-order.
(Actually this is my first look at the subtitle.
while Mets-Red Sox refueled thoughts of a glorious past beyond the
lifespan of more than half of the people in the park Friday night, it
was like breathing life into an NL franchise that seemed as dead as the
Troy Trojans until a few weeks ago. I have been to several dozen games
in the life of Citi Field, and I have never seen it brim with life like
it did of a Friday night in late August. Every time the Mets take the
field at Citi Field now, it is the most significant game they have ever
played there. Even the waving of T-shirts on Free Shirt Friday, the
waving of such in headier days at Shea Stadium sent me into diatribes
like—“maybe that works in Providence or Worcester, but not in New
York”—but on this night I was seeing something I had not seen before at
Citi: The loading of the bandwagon. The people who might have worn Red
Sox—or Yankees—shirts on other Fridays in Flushing, wore their new Mets
T shirts proudly over whatever else they were wearing, or waved them in
hopes of another walk to another Met. New, crisp Mets hats were creased,
or left flat as a pancake. It was the end of a seven-game winning
streak, but the continuation of and a lead that, at that moment, at
least, could be counted on more than one hand was embraced, cherished.
knows what the future will bring? Will Murph be back? Will Cespedes be a
Met after 2015? Will the Mets be able to scratch up the cash to keep
their stud pitchers around for Free Shirt Fridays in the years to come?
Will I have to write an addendum to One-Year Dynasty based on 2015? I
don’t know the answer to any of this.
now is living history, a captivating novel whose ending you just can’t
picture. I like novels as much as I do history. I especially like novels
that turn into history. I just hope I’m not disappointed in the ending.
It has me captivated right now. And I can’t wait until the next chapter.
took the time to call out Sandy Alderson last week for letting great
pitching go to waste, even after he picked up Juan Uribe and Kelly
Johnson, so I need to say he has stepped up with the acquisition of
Tyler Clippard and—after making me (and all of franctic Metdom) insane
by not pulling the trigger on Carlos Gomez due to concerns about the
former Met’s hip—picked up the slugger the Mets have been needing since
Carlos Delgado’s hip gave out on him a few weeks after Citi Field
Having gone over the moon—and yes, that is
Keith Moon singing Beach Boys in our title link—for American League
stars Carlos Bearga and Roberto Alomar and being proved very wrong, I
won’t say too much. Yoenis Cespedes (I spelled it right the first time
without looking!) has impressed me with the way he plays ever since I
saw him three straight nights in Oakland when I was there gathering
quotes and intel for
Swinging ’73 during his rookie season in 2012. Cuban refugee
athletes seem to be a volatile group on the whole because they have been
through so much more than I think I could endure. Just to get to this
country they have to leave behind family and friends, escape by tricking
a totalitarian government, and then embrace the kind of decadent
lifestyle Cuban handlers always preached against. And then there is the
curve ball, not mention the language barrier.
“studied” French for four years in high school and never mastered much
beyond a few weeks speaking coherently in Luxembourg when everything
clicked—but that was so long ago Davey Johnson had yet to manage his
first game and I am now not sure exactly what the “Je Me Souviens”
Quebecois license plates say that fly by me on the New York Turnpike.
Oh, I remember, but I have not been to a foreign country—besides said
Canada—in 20 years, but speaking for all Americans who couldn’t spell
“chat” if you spotted them the C and the A (how about the H to keep it
sporting for the kitties out there?), I welcome Cespedes to the Mets
lineup. Because we all speak offense. And conversation has been
I do not know if the Mets have traded the
next John Smoltz in the past week, but I will say at this point I am
happy to be rooting in the present. The Mets, and all of us, have been
living so long in the past and the future, it’s just good to be here
right now—even if we can’t take heartbreak. You’d think we’d be good at
that emotion by now. Don’t cry, Wilmer. You walk off stud—we always
loved you! We have seen the future. And Keith Moon says everything will
turn out all right.
July 25, 2015
Baseball Maverick? Open for Interpretation
this combination book review and front office editorial, I am going to
Steve Kettmann’s recent book about Sandy Alderson and the Sandman
himself (disclaimer: he is not called Sandman in the book, but do not
let that influence your purchasing decision). Alderson has had a long
and varied career. He has graduated both Dartmouth and Harvard, been a
Marine officer, Vietnam veteran, corporate lawyer, world championship
general manager in Oakland, MLB chief executive of baseball operations,
the CEO who brought in the fences in San Diego, MLB Latin American
coordinator, and finally, off what had to be some kind of a bender, he
decided to come to New York to take over the Mets in the fall of 2010.
doing the Mets Annual at the time and there was so much said
about how wonderful a move it was going to be and the Mets were going to
build the right way, from the ground up. Some of his trades of veterans
for prospects have gone from highly-criticized to brilliant maneuvers in
short order—his R.A. Dickey to Toronto for Travis d’Arnaud and Noah
Syndergaard is up there with the fleecing of the Blue Jays of John
Olerud in the 1996 offseason. But what the Mets really need right now is
a Johnny O. They need a game changer in the middle of the lineup, not
just for this year but for however long this window of opportunity is
open for the Mets—or will be allowed to remain open by ownership. The
money part is not his fault—the Wilpons never even uttered the name
“Madoff” in their interview with him in 2010. There are plenty of other
things that are Alderson’s fault.
look at Friday night’s game against the Dodgers, at which I was,
unfortunately, in attendance. The wives of both of Friday night’s
starting pitchers, Jon Niese and Zack Grienke, had babies that night.
Grienke was in California for the birth. Niese was in the bowels of Citi
Field watching it on FaceTime after being rocked by the Dodgers. L.A.’s
emergency starter, Ian Thomas, who looks a lot like Clayton Kershaw
facially and the way he handles the Mets, pitched great. The Mets
emergency starter, Carlos Torres, pitched three superb innings—only they
came in mop up after Niese missed both the chance for a win and to see
the birth of his second child.
this is what you do: You tell Niese congratulations and inform him he’ll
pitch in the new Dad Sunday special against Grienke and then have a PR
lackey escort him 10 minutes to the airport. You take the high road. You
do the right thing and maybe you pull out as unlikely win as happened
last Sunday when the Mets won Niese’s start 18 innings after it began.
Apparently, Alderson was too involved scooping up the unwanted debris
from the Braves bench (Juan Uribe and Kelly Johnson) to have taken a
leadership position, and you can’t expect Terry Collins to make a
decision that comes out right.
of the revelations of former San Francisco Chronicle beat writer Steve
Kettmann’s well-researched book on Alderson, is that the “Baseball
Maverick” himself actually thought about firing Terry Collins last
summer. He did not. It leads to me to a quote about Alderson from the
author that is both impressive and frightening: “A Marine never
retreats.” You’d think that facing overwhelming odds and after slowing
the enemy, retreat would be possible if the other option was complete
annihilation. And not to mix my war and baseball metaphors, but the Mets
are on the verge of being completely overrun. Their skeleton crew cannot
hold off a superior force, which is pretty much any team with a pulse,
and Colonel Collins needs to be relieved of command if they plan to keep
this hill of contention.
Alderson and the Mets aren’t careful, a season that has featured some of
the best Mets pitching I have seen since the mid-1980s will be washed
away amid the increasing number of shutouts—not by the Mets’
overpowering staff, but by the opposition throwing up zeroes on this
creampuff lineup. The Mets have been blanked 11 times in their first 96
games, and that doesn’t even count Niese’s start against in St. Louis
where his team was held scoreless for the first 13 innings before they
somehow scraped together a win in 18.
will bypass the author—whom, I will add, did not write this book with
Alderson, other than talking to him dozens of times—and I will speak to
the GM directly. Sandy Alderson, you have built up an impressive résumé
getting to this point, but it won’t mean diddley in terms of New Yorkers
or anyone else if the Mets go down in flames and continue to be the
worst offensive team with the best pitching. (Baseball-reference’s
simple rating system lists the Mets as the 22nd best team in baseball.
However that is derived, it can’t be good.)
the Mets continue to languish, or make excuses about playing the tougher
teams (imagine who they’d play if God took pity on us, and Sandy, and
randomly tossed the Mets into October), or if the team does not take
advantage of the lousy division and the lousy way Washington has played,
then it shouldn’t just be the roster or the manager’s office that needs
need to do something substantial that does not gut your future but
assures it. You need to put your signature on a prospects for veterans
deal like you have the veterans for prospects deals that have been your
forte in New York. You need to do something before this season gets
away. A baseball maverick would.
July 12, 2015
First Half Grades Are In
In this, my 40th year following the Mets, I have seen a team that
reminds me a lot of that first team I ardently watched in 1975: great
pitching, abysmal hitting, though the ’75 crew at least had Dave Kingman
slugging home runs and Yogi Berra managing. Never a huge fan of Yogi,
but even my fourth grade self would concur that he had a lot less reason
to be fired than Terry Collins. I’ll save my summation of Collins for
the end. But while it’s hanging there let me say this: If you are going
to play all these 2-1 and 1-0 games, you need a manager who can
occasionally steal such games by making good decisions. Yanking Jacob
deGrom at 99 pitches after retiring 15 in a row and then letting Noah
Syndergaard throw 116 pitches in the next game makes absolutely no
sense. So much for not saying much here about T.C.
The Mets enter the All-Star break on a 7-2
surge, but they entered the break with an 8-2 push last year and it did
not end in glory. If they score four runs they win. And they average
3.48 per game, second worst in baseball, and only two runs behind the
Phillies for that distinction. Imagine if the Mets played in the DH
league? They’d have no offense since their pitchers are some of their
most consistent batters. They must find more hitters. And they must find
who they can afford to get rid of. Squandering this pitching would be
worse than squandering being 10 games over .500 just 16 games into the
year, as this team already did. They must play better on the road. They
ended the first half one game out of the second wild card. One game
behind the Cubs, a team they inexplicably went 0-7 against. They are
just 8-15 vs. the Central, but are tied with Washington for most wins in
the NL East (23-15) and trail the Nationals by two games. Enough! To the
To be included, players must
accrue 50 at bats or 15 innings pitched. This prevents Stephen Matz,
Logan Verrett, Bobby Parnell, Jack Leatherstich, Rafael Montero, Buddy
Carlyle, Jerry Blevins, Akeel Morris, Jenrry Mejia, Johnny Monell, and
Danny Muno from getting grades. Hopefully all the pitchers will qualify
for a writeup at year’s end. And the hitters get replaced by people who
can hit. David Wright deserves a writeup because the end may be near.
But right now the only end is the first half.
First-half 2014 Report Card
the best stuff on staff, but deGrom performs, perseveres, and adjusts.
Good job, All-Star.
Should be All-Star and first half MVP. Stepped up for Mejia. He’s reason
they have winning record.
good as advertised. If only Mets could score for him or bat him cleanup.
Best. Shrug. Ever.
Harvey could learn a lot from kids. Like how to shut up and pitch.
Harvey has the mojo, though.
Said it last year, I’ll say it again: Bartolo is entertaining and
effective. Good role model, batting star.
I love how Matz has higher WAR in just 2 starts than Niese in a whole
season. Jonny Trade Bait.
Has great numbers, but I
don’t trust him. Maybe I’ve only seen his bad games. Good Rule V guy.
An offensive guy on the
list. Finally. But if Wilmer he does not play shortstop, he is not as
don’t believe Murph will be here after 2015, but with Wright, who knows?
They need any hitter.
Travis d’Arnaud C+
He is getting a reputation as constantly hurt
player. Mets need him to catch or they’ll go nowhere.
.119 average vs. LHP; .163 BA in July. Walks and hits solo HRs. Can’t
believe 2 1/2 more years.
Thought former UCLA stud was out of the system and here he is excelling
at Citi, when not hurt.
Stop swinging at pitches in the dirt! Let them walk you. Not your
fault Cuddyer bats behind you.
Must be good
clubhouse because he’s bad middle of order. Poor use of limited
Has taken a step back on defense and offense. Hope it’s just the elbow;
hope it will one day heal.
a kid who is from Purdue, is a hard worker, and plays through vertigo.
But he needs to hit.
Lucky his arm ddn’t fall off in 2014 from TC abuse. Manager runs CT out
there despite results.
Like Carlos, you don’t know which Torres will come out of pen. Hard to
trust, but good when on.
If Tejada is your regular SS, you are not playoff team. Even front
office hates him, yet he stays.
Got in a slump, but
gets on base and can play defense. Problems would be solved if he played
A year ago he had B- at
ASG. I thought he should play LF. This year he had F till 3 HR Sunday.
Not a fan. It’s nice
to have speed, but I’d rather have Nieuwy, with the K’s and sudden
Another guy stuck in Vegas. Can’t hit, but which Met can? Brings chance
of power every 4 days.
You know Mets are getting
better when their bad relievers look like him. Familia started slow,
Won a game with
extra-inning hit and his dad was a KC stud. Other than that he’s been
Can you believe EC was hitting .340 at 2014 ASG? Looked great during
April run, abysmal since.
I’ve always liked Gee, but on a team with these young studs, Mets can’t
carry his 5.90 ERA.
Inc Will he ever
play again/be any good again? That may sound alarmist some day, but not
Players like him, but he’s outlived his usefulness here. It is time to
win and he’s not the man.
Gets an A+ for the pitching and an F for the offense. As if moving in
the fences would solve it.
July 5, 2015
Letter to the Met-idor
It has been hard getting things up on the site because I started two new jobs recently and have been trying to finish editing
my upcoming book on the 1986 Mets, which I know you will love. But the day after Steven Matz debuted I got this great
note that I just have to share. I have not been getting much else site related mail of late—so see if you can help with that.
Short as this piece is, time has been even shorter and it was a race to get it up on the site before Matz pitched again. And
who knows how many more times he will pitch before we get a follow up post. Maybe the Mets will even give us something
to write about that is positive in terms of solid all around play.
hometown team. Now they can bat him cleanup when he’s not pitching so they can protect Lucas Duda.
With a name like Matz he was born to be a Met. And he missed being the 1,000th Met in history by one. But I think he
got the fanfare like the balloons and shopping spree for the 1,000th shopper at a local super market. The Little Debbie
Crumb Cakes are on me—actually they’re on Michael Cuddyer, whose father delivered them.
I would feel more confident with Matz in left field.
June 16, 2015
know, I hadn’t been to a game besides Opening Day, but I went to see
Toronto, something I have done their other three times to New York.
Since the Mets haven’t lost to them in Flushing, I hadn’t seen them lose
in 1997, 1999, and 2001. (So much for a regulated interleague schedule,
Because there was rain on the way down and rain in the forecast, my
friends decided not to go when I was halfway down, so I met them for
dinner on the Connecticut border, figuring I’d go by myself once the
rain delay ended. Only there was no rain delay. It went off as scheduled
and then after watching rapid-fire marksman Mark Buehrle be perfect game
through three innings on TV, I took off for Flushing. Noah Syndergaard
wasn’t perfect, but he was close. I feel sorry for ump
Marty Foster, who got clocked by a foul ball, but the extended delay
helped me get to my seat by the time Lucas Duda doubled for the first
hit of the game in the fifth inning. It would not be his last double.
One thing I enjoy about being there is
seeing the positioning, which you don’t get when watching on TV with all
the closeups and fan shots. My friends could not make it, but they
bought good seats, in the same area where the announcers are stationed,
so you could really see how everything set up on the field. The way
positioning is done in the game today, being able to see the field is
more important than ever. I am older and do not go to the 20-plus games
I went to with these same buddies in the 1980s and 1990s, but I still
feel like I miss something watching at home instead of being in the
park. It ain’t football. Thank God.
Monday’s game had everything, including my
usual fit about the over-managing of Terry Collins. Another four-out
save? Really? The only day the guy hasn’t pitched in the last four was
his first day as a father. No surprise that ex-Mets farmhand Jose
Bautista (remember how the Mets just had to get Kris Benson in 2004?)
went deep twice. Or that Toronto was poised to set a franchise record
with its 12th straight win, but Duda beat the shift with a ball that
would have been an easy pop up if the outfield was aligned normally and
then Wilmer Flores banged the winning single up the middle. The untold
story, though, is Ruben Tejada. Yes, he broke the tie in the sixth with
a double, but with the Mets trailing in the 11th he drew a walk. On
a(nother) lousy at bat by Michael Cuddyer, Tejada stopped between first
and second—the first savvy baseball play I’ve seen him make in two
years—which slowed down Toronto just enough so they couldn’t turn a
game-ending double play. His play was forgotten—as was the bad
praises were sung were for Mrs. Flintstone.
May 18, 2015
Meet the Mad Met
feel I can speak to this here because, well, it’s my site, and the Mets
infiltrated the office of Sterling Cooper with Draper and Pryce becoming
unexpected Mets fans in the days before the Mets were even remotely
And I would like to
think that in one of the many Matt Weiner endgame scenarios, stretched
out another decade, there is one where Don Draper comes up with “The
Magic Is Back,” while freelancing for Jerry Della Femina. Or maybe that
could be the pilot for the After M*A*S*H spinoff featuring Harry,
Stan, and Peggy.
first time I saw Mad Men was during the 2007 playoffs. I was
watching the Cubs get swept by the Diamondbacks in the Division Series,
saying, “God, how I wish this was the Mets getting smoked.” But of
course they’d blown a big lead and lost on the last day. Bored, I turned
the channel and I saw that JFK was about to be elected president and
everyone in this New York office found the idea repugnant. And then
two Dons were in Korea. I kind of like the contrary opinion, and
that’s what Mad Men was. Though I was never a Nixon man, or even
Mad Men also served as a glimpse into my lost subconscious. These
were the years I missed, although I was there. I was born about the same
time as baby Gene: no grandparents, out of touch with what my older
siblings were up to, and just wanting to be included—and failing that,
to watch television. Black and white was fine, the color TV in my
parents’ room was for special occasions, like
Tiny Tim’s wedding. I still don’t get it.
got Mad Men. It was like it was written for me, at least the set
up. The blonde model mother and the commuting father wearing those
Alpine fedoras, American cars, beer in a can, brown liquor, everyone
smoking, and kids dismissed with the wave of a hand. I had great
parents. My mother was beautiful but, unlike Betty Draper, she did have
a heart. My dad commuted but—and I’m pretty sure about this—he was not a
serial philanderer. We lived in a suburb where I would feel
uncomfortable living today but I still visit in my dreams.
could visit that place every week, when Mad Men was on, which was
never enough. The Sopranos, another Matt Weiner effort, was great
for a few years and then became a chore that I watched out of
obligation. Boardwalk Empire, written by another Sopranos
alum, was good, but it reached its peak too early and there was a whole
season of filler that made me glad when they wrapped the show up. In
The Sopranos, and a little bit in Boardwalk Empire, every
time a new character was introduced, I’d think, “Gee, I wonder how this
guy gets killed.” With Mad Men every episode, every character had
something to say. And it was like life, people came and went. And when
it too left the building the last time Sunday night, I was content and a
is one bone I have to pick with the show: the Drapers’s dog. Listen, Mr.
Weiner, we had dogs in the 1960s, too, and you either had one or you
The Draper dog was around for a couple of episodes—I don’t know if
it had a name but it might as well have been Tiger because it was
handled even less smoothly than a show actually made during that era:
The Brady Bunch, which had
a couple of episodes featuring the dog and then it was gone without
a word. (In reality, Tiger died between seasons and they brought in
another dog that only freaked out the kids, so they cut out Tiger.) But
the Drapers had a dog early on and then there were tons of episodes when
it wasn’t in the house and then it appeared wagging its tail as Don
wandered the house one night. Even in the 1960s the dogs ruled the
house, or at least we walked around the poop in the middle of the living
room because out of four kids, no one took Topper out. Or maybe
Betty shot their dog in the back yard one afternoon when the Valium
ran out. Weiner did use dogs to unforgettable effect in one episode.
Duck Phillips was a sumbitch ad executive and a recovered alcoholic,
which happened in a world where people drank all day and called it work.
When he goes around the bend and the dog cries for him to stop drinking,
Duck abandons his beloved Irish Setter onto the street on Madison Avenue
so he can go up to his office to drink his face off. That stays with
you, as did so much in Mad Men. But like Mad Men I should
go now, I need to take the dogs out.
May 12, 2015
There’s nothing quite like a little talk
with Zig, or Ralph Tyko and Comfortably Zoned Radio. In the second chat
we’ve had in the last three months, we get into a lot of things, mostly
Swinging ’73 and some of the characters from that year (and Zig
being in the house for Game Six of the 1973 World Series in Oakland),
but we also talk about the current Mets and old uniform numbers. It’s
rambly, it might have a glitch or two, and we keep talking when we
should be wrapping it up, but
it’s a blast. (Oh, and it cuts off how many times I talked with
Keith Hernandez for
Shea Goodbye, it wasn’t five times, but 45 times. Now I can
relax that that is cleared up.)
May 7, 2015
Watching the Game
Judy Lynn (née
Van Sickle) Johnson’s memoir on growing up with baseball, I expected a
lot of baseball, but as in life, there is more. A lot more. The tale of
a preacher’s daughter coming of age in the 1960s—and an affiliation with
a very Dutch background—surprised me. A lot of things surprised me about
this book, and that’s a good thing. If you read a book that is exactly
the way you expect it to be, well, that doesn’t teach you anything, or
take you outside your comfort zone.
Judy, raised a New Jersey girl, is an
English professor, graduate of Mount Holyoke College with a PhD in
English literature from Brown, who formerly taught at several boarding
schools. I came upon her work during the Hofstra Mets Conference, the
father of the now annual Queens Baseball Conference.
The New Yorker took notice, too.
Watching the Game: Meditations from a Woman’s Heart is a fine
book by someone who knows how to write, who sees the poetry between
spaces of words like the poetry between pitches, when the game is moving
like it should and the air is filled with anticipation. She ties the act
of sitting in the stands with something deeper, because we all know it
is. Johnson is a dedicated fan, no, student of the game, dedicated
enough to get broadsided by a car on the way back from a Cape Cod League
game and still think about getting back there as soon as possible. This
book will make you leave the phone in the car (or at least buried in
your pocket or purse, where it belongs) and appreciate where you are.
You never know when you’ll run into someone who is at their first game,
or their last. Make every pitch count. Watch the game!
Mother’s Day—or if Mom isn’t quite into baseball to this degree, this
Father’s Day—Watching the Game makes a great gift. It’s like the
gift of baseball, only you can read it during a long rain delay.
April 27, 2015
Greg Spira Award Winners
this—as Channel 11 used to say in promos when a team no one expected
anything from was playing well—“surprising” New York Mets start to bring
you the announcement of the winners for the third annual Greg Spira
Award. Well, actually the announcement is
to Lewis Pollis ($1,000 first place for his piece on paying front office
talent), Cee Angi ($200 second place for her profile on the great Vin
Scully), and Rob Arthur ($100 third place on the sounds that the bat
makes and what it means). Given the state of freelancer remuneration
today, all recipients were especially happy to hear the news. You can
read the winners on the link, and if this sounds good to you, and you
are under 30 years of age, just have a baseball piece published or
presented containing original analysis or research. The piece must be
published (online or paper) between January 16 of this year and January
Greg Spira was
a solid colleague, a good friend, and a great Mets fan. He hated games
in poor weather, but he might have even ventured to an April game to see
this Mets start in person. He died from kidney disease in 2011. He would
have been 48 today.
Who would have thought we’d be here? The
2015 Mets put together an 11-game win streak! It’s the fifth time the
Mets have reached 11 straight victories. And each time has been a
surprise. I think even the 1927 Yankees might have been surprised by an
11-game win streak, especially since their longest win streak during
their 110-win, 60-HR, 4-game sweep season was 9. But 11 has come at
interesting times for the Mets in the past, and almost all of them came
early in the years 1969, 1972, 1986, and 1990. Some transformed the
season, some merely helped prop them into contention.
The 1969 Mets had never had a winning
season, and believe it or not, had only once even been over .500—a lofty
2-1 in the first week of 1966. Early in the ’69 season it looked like
2-1 was the closest the Mets would get to a winning mark, but in mid-May
they touched .500, and when queried about the greatness of the moment,
Tom Seaver shot back, “What’s .500?” As the beat writers shook their
heads at the arrogance of this kid who didn’t know where his team came
from, it seemed the baseball gods agreed as the Mets dropped their next
five, including their first ever game with the expansion San Diego
Padres. Then the baseball gods revealed what they had in store for the
1969 Mets. The Mets won the next 11 in a row, all of them against the
West Coast teams that had long filled Shea and stuck the Mets with loss
after loss. Of the 11, only the last win—a 9-4 win over the Giants, was
by more than three runs. Two of the wins were 1-0 games decided in extra
innings. Even after the winning streak ended and the Mets dropped two
straight, they won 9 of 12. Though the Cubs had a big lead, the Mets had
more magic up their sleeve, ending with a stream of ticker tape down
Lower Broadway that October.
Gil Hodges, who had guided that Mets team
to its unlikely 1969 world championship, died suddenly in spring
training 1972. Yogi Berra was installed as manager, the front office
heartlessly calling a press conference the afternoon of the funeral to
announce Berra as manager and Rusty Staub as right fielder, a deal
Hodges had pushed for. The Mets players were sad and also angry at the
callous way the team handled the situation, so of course they went out
and had what stood as the best start in the team’s first 24 seasons of
existence. The Mets were already 14-7 and in first place when Jerry
Grote singled home Cleon Jones in the bottom of the ninth for a 2-1
victory over the Giants on May 12, the same week the Mets acquired
Willie Mays. The next thing you knew the Mets had an 11-game win streak
and a six-game lead. That’s where the good times ended. On June 1 the
Mets were 30-11 and five games in front. From that point on they went
53-62 as everybody got hurt and the team regressed to the mean. Though
there would be
magic in 1973, the ’72 season turned out to be a dead end.
The 1986 Mets started the year 2-3 and
didn’t look good doing it, the exact same point where the 2015 edition
came in. Unlike the 2015 team, however, the ’86 Mets wsere expected to
contend for a title. A week and a half into the season, the ’86 Mets had
more rainouts than wins when they took on the Phillies on Friday, April
18. They won that game and then swept the series. On Monday the Mets
rallied for two in the ninth against the Pirates and they swept the
series. The Mets went into St. Louis, where their dreams of a division
title had been crushed the previous fall, and were down by two runs in
the ninth when Howard Johnson crushed a game-tying home run off Todd
Worrell. When the Mets won the next inning, it was the first
game—regular-season game, mind you—the Cardinals had lost when leading
in the ninth since 1984. The Mets swept the four-game series. They won
the first two games in Atlanta before the Braves ended the streak at 11.
The Mets had a five-game lead after 16 games. They would fulfill the
prophesy of Davey Johnson: Dominate.
I didn’t have much in the way of recall for the
1990 streak until I looked it up. It turned out to be the only one of
these streaks prior to 2015 where I saw any of it in person.
that is open to interpretation. It was in June and I was at the
sixth game in the streak, though it looked enough like a loss where my
buddies ands I left early to see the end of the Buick Classic golf
tournament in Rye. It was a horrendous decision because the Mets won
while we were stuck in the Shea parking lot getting out, and the finish
of the Buick Classic was about as exciting as a pro making a two-foot
putt. I wasn’t living in the area and was visiting, yet I was still
plenty angry they’d fired Davey Johnson on top of trading all the guys
who had made 1986 a year to remember (and not just because of an April
win streak). The 1990 winning streak helped keep the Mets in the
divisional race until the final week, when the Pirates finally finished
them off. The streak was the high point of the Bud Harrelson regime.
So here we are at 11. In baseball these things
change frequently, so I am getting this up on the site. If the streak
keeps going, I’ll keep writing. If the Mets crash through the ceiling
and into the land of dozen, stay tuned. If not, then look back on this
when things might not be going as well. It is a long season. Even the
’86 Mets had a losing road trip, that is “a” as in one. In the meantime,
try comedian Jim Breuer for pertinent Mets updates. Besides the
streak, that’s the best thing I’ve seen all season.
An thanks to
Gelf Magazine and Le Poisson Rouge for having me to Varsity Letters.
It was pretty fun dashing for the train with the Mets game blasting the
radio call over my phone. Still saw a lot of Yankees garb in the big
city, including some worn by the family of Ed Lucas, who was the
nightcap on our doubleheader—or more accurately, I was opening up for
him. Great man, great stories, and a great-sounding book,
Seeing Home. I plan on experiencing it in the audio version. And
Ed—and his son Chris—have turned me around on my attitude about the late
Phil Rizzuto, who was instrumental in helping him forge a career in
baseball despite not being able to see. “Holy cow, Messer, you’re making
me sound like a hero!” God bless you, Scooter. And Ed Lucas.
April 23, 2015
Getting My Varsity Letter(s)
On Thursday night, April 23, at 7:30 p.m. I will
be at the Gallery at Le Poisson Rouge for Baseball Night with Varsity
Letters. I have heard much about it but have never been. I’m almost as
excited about it as the Mets’ start, which will be among the topics
discussed. The lure, I suppose, is the new paperback version of
Baseball Miscellany, which is pretty much 98 percent the same as
the hardcover version (I did correct a couple of errors that had been
bothering me). I will bring a few samples of the hardcover at half off
the Amazon price, along with bookmarks, and however many other books of
mine that aren’t too heavy to carry. The address is 158 Bleeker St.
(between Sullivan and Thompson Streets). No admission charge.
Back when skipping school to watch a
baseball game was still considered truancy, three buddies and I called
in sick and went to see Tom Seaver’s first game back as a Met, against
the Phillies in 1983. I didn’t like lying to my high school or to my
parents, but I was not taking the risk that someone might tell me I
could not go. Ironically, I skipped the next several openers due to
school obligations (and I still likely would have blown those off had I
gone to college within four hours of Shea). But I have missed only three
openers since 1989: one as a personal protest to the strike, and the
others because the family was on vacations that were more memorable than
many of the openers I’ve seen.
You kind of get to the point where you go
on Opening Day just because you usually go. I always have fun with the
people I’m with, but last year’s debacle with the Mets blowing the lead
to Washington and losing their closer for the year made me wonder aloud
why he was out there in the first place since his elbow had been a
problem in Florida. And I had to wonder what the hell I was doing there
if the team had been a problem in Florida, and for most of the decade
Monday, April 13, six years to the day—or
night—that Citi Field opened, the Mets had their biggest crowd at the
stadium for a game that counts. The only bigger crowd was for the
All-Star Game in 2013, and my family in standing room pushed the number
to 45,186. I was proud to be part of the 2015 opener’s 43,947. Maybe one
day I can be part of the crowd that sets the mark in a game of
significance late in the season. Or in whatever games are played after
the also-rans are done. We’ll see. For now I was glad to be sitting in
the far reaches of the left-field upper deck for an entire game.
Previously I’d bought tickets there but left after a few innings, easily
able to snag better seats. Not for this game.
The place was jammed. And even though the people
who had the two seats next to us never showed up, pairs of people
flitted down and sat there for innings at a time—like the Citi seagulls
no doubt wondering, “What’s with the people, these teams can’t hit?”
Mets bird of prey Jacob deGrom and three relievers blanked the Phillies,
2-0, and the Mets even introduced what I can only assume is a new old
song for wins: “New
York Groove.” The Mets have not exactly been taking care of business
in recent years. I prefer BTO to K-I-S-S, but it’s been time for a
change for a long time. In more ways than one.
Everyone is trying to get behind the team. (Well,
maybe not everyone is doing it the same way.) I like the ballclub,
but I think they need to trade for at least one middle infielder who is
a major league fielder and can also hit. Their bench could use
something, too. And given that Jenrry Mejia let us all down as one of
four major league pitchers recently caught cheating, maybe a setup
reliever might help if Vic Black doesn’t come back the same and Carlos
Torres’s arm doesn’t fall off from overuse. These kinds of players cost
money and they’ll likely cost prospects—two things the current Mets
management has been reluctant to part with. Maybe this is the year the
Mets make a late-season move, if they stay in the race that long.
I’m just glad I was there to open the place up.
And I’m glad my buddy Dave, a policeman, was there as well—not just for
the game, but for the
moving tribute to the NYPD. When people complain about security
lines, they should think first about why those exist and how safe we
feel going about our lives compared to people elsewhere. Inconvenience
is a small price for vigilance. I don’t like speeding tickets or
security lines, either, but you can’t have everything the way you want
it. You’d think Mets fans at least would understand that by now.
April 6, 2015
A new year and a new age. Welcome to the eighth
year of metsilverman.com. You could call us a jinx, if you like, though
2008 was the year I swore off luck (my
first April Fool’s post) and it was the last year the Mets had a
.500 season, or played at Shea Stadium, or had a September game that
mattered—it was all too much. But I am still here, a survivor—and so are
you. Even if you weren’t even a Mets fan then, you are a survivor of the
lineage—just as you are a celebrant of 1969 and 1973 and 1986 and 2000,
even if you never saw a pitch.
Each year I tie in a Mets player uniform number
with my age. That’s how the site began during a happily sleepless night
as I planned out the first year of the site. And why stop now? Even if I
am the big 5-0 now. And what bigger 5-0 could there be than
Sid Fernandez, unless it was
Benny Agbayani. This year for 50, and having been
fortunate enough to spend a couple of days in the Aloha state for the
first time, I have fused a two-headed Hawaiian hydra out of this pair:
the right-side being all Benny and the lefts-side being Fernandez.
El Sid was a latter day Jon Matlack,
though not as consistent or as adept as Matlack as finishing what he
started. Sid had his greatest contribution as a Met in Game Seven of a
World Series, Matlack his worst—further proof that one game can decide
championships and careers (and another reason why the one-game play-in
in the postseason runs contrary to baseball, where everything—even the
previously precious one-game playoff to get into the postseason—should
have a back story).
But when we talk about Sid Fernandez you
should know three things: he was from Hawaii (why he was the first Mets
player to wear 50, for the 50th state), he is fourth all-time in major
league history with just 6.85 hits allowed per nine innings (behind only
Nolan Ryan, Clayton Kershaw, and Sandy Koufax), and when the Mets were
on the ropes in Game Seven of the 1986 World Series, El Sid stepped out
of the bullpen and shut down the Red Sox. If he’d bombed that game,
well, just think what the last 29 years would have felt like without
that championship. He was quiet yet colorful, heavy on the hill but
light on his feet, stolen from Los Angeles and underrated in New York, a
great pitcher though plagued with not getting enough wins, the measuring
stick of his day. He was the NBC Miller Lite Player of Game Seven of the
World Series, the only Game Seven the Mets have ever won.
Benny Agbayani also came through at crucial
moments for the Mets. Steve Phillips might have kept him perpetually in
the minors, possibly because Benny was a Bobby Valentine creation, and
not a traditional prospect he could trade for a broken-down reliever.
Benny hit his way to the majors, needing to outperform the entire
outfield to get to stay in New York. He came up in 1998 and didn’t
impress anyone with his .133 average in 16 at bats. He got another
chance during the 1999 season and hit 10 home runs in his first 73 at
bats to become a Mets folk legend. He may have faced more minor league
purgatory the following spring, but his grand slam in Japan earned the
Mets a split of the first major league games played there, and he also
earned himself a spot of the Mets roster. He was the most interesting
member of a nondescript outfield and his home run in the 13th inning to
win Game Three of the Division Series and—combined with the next
afternoon’s Bobby Jones NLDS clincher against the Giants—logged in as
number five of my favorite Shea Stadium moments seen in person. (A
first-year feature on the blog in the last year at Shea.) The glass
slipper only fit for so long, but Benny was a hero when it counted. If
he hadn’t hit a tiebreaking double in the eighth inning of Game Three of
the 2000 World Series, maybe the Yankees would have the three-peat sweep
instead of the simply humiliating loss in five games. Benny may have
been too free on the Howard Stern show in predicting the Mets to win in
five, but in his two best years he combined for 29 homers and 102 RBI in
626 plate appearances. And Benny thrived when the games mean the most.
Now if you have been playing close
attention, since that first year there has been a recurring theme in
posts throughout a given year, whether it’s my favorite games at Shea
(2008) or a critique and accounting for every doubleheader in Mets
history (2014). I’ve tried just about everything, so this year the theme
will be: no theme. I have a book I am trying to finish—on the 1986
Mets—and I need to put my investigative talents into that. But there
will be posts, just nothing as thematic as in the past. Maybe next year
there’ll be something different.
In the meantime, enjoy the games, everything is
starting anew. There is talk about the Mets finally turning it around.
Well, I will believe that when it happens. I left my Ya Gotta Believe at
the door in
But this will be the last time I name a year after
Mets and their uniform numbers. At least until my Turk Wendel Year comes
around at 99. It’s not a conceited after-50 thing in age but rather a
complete lack of useful numbers to count the age past 50. Dave Murray,
Mets Guy in Michigan, God bless him for including
not one but
two of my books in his Mostly Mets Reading Month in March. He is
just old enough to be a year ahead and celebrating
a Mel Rojas Year at 51. I’ve had enough crashing and burning myself
to involve Mr. Rojas, but I’ll still be around. At least I hope so.
As for hope and the Mets, well, hope is
dispensed with an eye dropper when it comes to the Mets around here. A
lifetime of pessimism made it so I expected the worst in Game Six in the
1986 World Series, and I was utterly shocked when the best happened
instead. And then Sid saved the day in Game Seven. I wonder if lightning
will ever strike twice for me and my kind, but that’s why we watch and
we wait for another Sid Fernandez or Benny Agbayani to come up big when
we’re least expecting it.
April 1, 2015
a good thing I caught you. The Mets waited all offseason to make a
trade, then they made one Monday. And it was for a lefty reliever they
so desperately need. Then they traded for another one. And the Mets are
not done stockpiling the southpaws. Using my connections with the team,
I got the lead on the next lefty the Mets will acquire.
me tell you about lefties. I used to wish I was left-handed and actually
taught myself to bat lefty by throwing a ball up and hitting it in my
yard. Every. Single. Day. Alas, I couldn’t hit a fastball any better
from that side, but I could hit a Wiffle ball a long way and never got
fooled on the breaking ball. Except when I did. My son is a lefty. True
story. But I digress.
And this same source tells me to expect
another lefty on Thursday. Throws left, bats right. His name is Gordon
Matthew Thomas. Kind of a long name, but I think he has a nickname. He’s
a veteran, been around so long I saw him play at Shea Stadium once. Of
there’s film of it. Before he made it as a southpaw, he used
to serve in the Police.
the best tip of all I got was that on Friday there’s a waiver deal with
Detroit for this guy named Marshall Bruce Mathers III. I know you should
avoid getting relief pitchers from the Tigers, but this guy is the real
deal. Though he does talk too much and he has this thing about
I had a fun little chat
recently with Ralph Tyko, aka Zig, about the Mets, 1973, the weather,
and so much more.
February 23, 2015
2009-14: Twinbill Tally-Ho and Toodle-oo
you count the piece that introduced Double3header Dip, this is the 20th
installment of The History of Mets Doubleheaders (Whether You Wanted It
or Not). This last part I admit to putting off because it requires me to
tally up all the numbers and hope I didn’t miss a game (or two : ). It
also forces me to reflect on the inglorious—and rather dull—recent
present. I had a long, depressing conclusion about the team’s current
state in terms of ownership, leadership, and on-field talent, but I
tossed that out. Too negative a piece going into a new season, but I
won’t spare the rod.
the period since the opening of Citi Field puts me in the same mindset
as the post-Seaver era I grew up in (1977-83), and the post heyday
period (1991-96). In both those cases the fallow periods gave way to
well-constructed, entertaining teams I am still incredibly proud to call
my own. As for the period we are in now, all I can say is that I’m proud
of every kid who’s become a Mets fan in this time, because I know it
hasn’t been easy. For every upturn there have been three setbacks, two
embarrassments, and something else I can’t believe Jeff Wilpon said in
for the future… How ‘bout them doubleheaders?
2009: Two day-night doubleheaders in the first year of Citi Field:
one split and a loss, though these don’t technically count as
doubleheaders—I believe “split” doubleheaders are actually classified as
a pain in the
Brian Asselstine. The first such event at Citi Field began with a
combined shutout by Johan Santana in the opener against Colorado, giving
the Mets their fifth straight win. They went 20-41 the rest of the way,
including being swept all day and all of the night in Philly. Pedro
Martinez—remember him?—combined for a 1-0 shutout in the nightcap.
Citi saw its second day-night doubleheader—the opener featured
Lady Gaga doing a dance with her middle fingers and underwear in
Jerry Seinfeld’s box. (Maybe she had just learned there was a second
admission several hours later for another meaningless Mets-Padres game.)
The nightcap was worth the price of admission as Jon Niese threw a
one-hitter. Generally, though, the Mets do not need to clear the stadium
for a twinbill. There are plenty of seats for all. The Mets lost a
twinbill at year’s end against Milwaukee, but a midweek April makeup I
saw against the Dodgers proved historic. Jason Bay hit his first Mets
home run, in his 20th game—one of 26 he hit in three years as a Met—but
the Mets took both ends from LA, the first time the Mets have ever swept
the Dodgers in a twinbill. It sounds unbelievable, especially given the
scheduled doubleheaders back in the day and how big a draw the Dodgers
were in New York, but keep this in mind: The Mets haven’t always been
good. In 20 doubleheaders with LA, the Mets are now 1-7-12.
All right, Hamilton!
The Collins-Alderson era began with getting swept twice in the first
weeks of the season—and then came Fred Wilpon’s
deflating New Yorker comments. The Mets lost three of four
twinbills. They also swept a day-night doubleheader—scheduled,
apparently, for the benefit of Phillies fans invading Citi at year’s
2012: Just one twinbill this year, getting swept after a rainout
against the Giants on their only trip to New York. (Hey schedule genius,
how about not having a California team’s lone trip to New York coming in
April?) Lincecum and Bumgarner looked like world beaters—and this was
during their even-year, off-year Giants plan where they win a World
Series and take the next year off. It seems to work as they’ve won more
World Series in five years than the Mets have in 50.
2013: There were two straight doubleheaders and two split
doubleheaders. The first one was the result of more scheduling
foolishness, the Mets traveled to Denver in the middle of April and it
snowed pretty much every day. They would have had a day-night
doubleheader, but the Rockies thought better of it for the players and
the 20 people who actually showed up to see the Mets get swept. The Mets
split another split doubleheader—against Washington—and split a straight
doubleheader against the Marlins, but the best day of this year was a
day-night doubleheader in Atlanta with the team already 15 games under
.500 in June. In the first game Matt Harvey, off to an epic start to the
season, had a no-hitter through six innings and the Mets held on for a
thrilling 4-3 win. The nightcap marked Zack Wheeler’s major league
debut. He was awesome and fortunate that Anthony Recker went deep in his
last inning so he could get the win. The best day of the year and
arguably the best day-night doubleheader in Mets history.
I got annoyed about this at the time, and I’ll bring it up again. The
Mets have Banner Day and a doubleheader the same day—due to weather—and
the Mets still can’t figure out how to get the banners on the field
between games? In the name of Jane Jarvis, that’s pretty infuriating.
between games of a Banner Day doubleheader should look like. I was
at the linked to game with my uncle and cousins, and though the Mets got
swept that Sunday afternoon in ’84 by the Cubs, it was a damned special
day. Thirty years later, I miss my uncle, I miss those banners that
never stopped coming, and I miss that team that was so hungry to put an
end to an era of losing.
is only two off the number the Mets use as their official number of
doubleheaders. The main discrepancy is how they categorize the three
doubleheaders in which the second game ended in a tie, all played in the
1960s, which I don’t count in terms of the win-loss-split record but
count toward the doubleheader total. I’d be glad to share my findings
with them—or anyone else—to clear anything up. Though to be honest, like
most participants in a doubleheader (and I once caught both games of a
fast-pitch softball doubleheader loss in 97-degree heat and without a
cup), right now I’m mostly happy it is over. And yet it’s not truly over
because there’s still more information spewing out.
The Mets record in doubleheaders? 94-156-208.
(Remember that’s minus three for the tie games.)
team the Mets are most likely to play a doubleheader against? The Cubs.
The two teams have not been in the same division for 22 seasons, but
they are still double trouble. The Mets and Cubs have played 62
twinbills with the Mets going 10-15-37. Yeah, 37 doubleheader splits is
tops against anyone. The most amazing thing is that they’ve accumulated
all this without playing a doubleheader against each other in 15 years
(or it will be 15 years on April 22). I have seen the Mets and Cubs play
twice in a day thrice in my life, including my first doubleheader in the
flesh in 1979. They split, of course.
team the Mets have beaten the most in doubleheaders is Pittsburgh,
another long-lost friend sent to live with relatives in the
home-wrecking Central Division. The Mets have an all-time doubleheader
mark of 14-10-24 against the Pirates, the only one of the nine teams in
existence when the Mets were born in 1962 that they have a winning mark
against in twinbills. The team they have lost to the most in
doubleheaders? The Phillies (11-24-25). Doesn’t that just figure?
interleague play began, the Mets have played only two twinbills against
AL teams: the Mariners and the Rangers.
“Wait, wait, wait a minute,” you say. “I know for a fact that the Mets
and Yankees have played four doubleheaders, three of them in both
Flushing and the Bronx the same day, and the other was played at Yankee
Stadium.” Very good memory—or considering that the Mets won one of those
eight games, bad memories. That leads us back into the dark closet that
is day-night doubleheaders.
Day-night doubleheaders have put a bee in
this bonnet since I was first exposed to them in the 1990s. (There were
also day-nighters played by the Mets in 1967 and 1972, the reason for
which seems unknown even to
Prince; he tipped me off on the first Shea day-nighter in 1972.)
What annoys me the most is how much of everyone’s time they waste, in
addition to being a rip off—especially when there would have been enough
fannies to fill the stadium once instead of being half-full twice. Many
a dad or mom or sibling or grandparent or family friend or teacher or
somebody took a kid or four to a doubleheader because it was 2-for-1
baseball. But who cares about the heart pulls of yesterday or
considerations for future fans when there is money to be made today?
that my disclaimer and digression have been noted, the official stat
keepers of MLB—at least as yet—also have a bee in their bonnet about
day-night doubleheaders. These doubleheaders are recognized separately
for record keeping. The tally in the 20 day-nighters in Mets history?
5-6-9. Record against the Yankees in two-city doubleheaders is 0-2-1
(0-3-1 overall). Their best record in day-nighters? Philly: 2-1-1. Maybe
that doesn’t make up for all the straight doubleheaders the Mets have
lost to the Phillies, but it is something.
and to answer Alan’s September 10, 2011 Letter to the Met-idor query
that launched this three-plus year, very off-and-on, don’t sue me if I
missed a doubleheader research project, the Mets’ record in first games
of doubleheaders: 186-272; 209-249 in the nightcap. I hope this answers
Ernie Banks is now the patron saint of
doubleheaders. He died a few weeks ago at the age of 83. He played in 19
Mets-Cubs doubleheaders, including starting three twinbills in as many
days in September of ’67. (Kudos to
Ultimate Database for putting that and a lot of other info for this
study—and so much other research—right at my fingertips.)
were few better ambassadors of the game than Ernie Banks, and none who
advocated the doubleheader more than Mr. Cub. “Let’s play two.” Sure,
Ernie, why not? Who’s counting?
January 21, 2015
2003-08: Last Stand at Shea
you don’t count the start of strike-marred 1995—and if I don’t, why
should you?—Opening Day 2003 marked the first Mets lid lifter I’d missed
in 13 years. And if you believe 13 is bad luck, you could blame triskaidekaphobia
for the cluster-screw that was the 2003 season. Or you could
blame Art Howe. But it’s more satisfying—and relevant—to blame Steve
2003 season was what the Wonderboy GM had wrought. The scapegoating and
ousting of Bobby Valentine the previous fall (though let’s give the
Wilpons proper credit for that bonehead move as well), was only part of
the reason to blame Phillips. What really doomed the 2003 Mets was the
lousy roster Howe inherited. And the only reason they hired Art Howe was
because Oakland didn’t want him, despite leading their team to three
straight postseason berths. Heck, the Mets didn’t want him. They’d
wanted Lou Piniella, but the Mariners, who had him under contract,
wanted a top prospect to let him go to another team. Even Phillips
understood it was folly to trade someone like Jose Reyes for a manager.
And if Piniella couldn’t turn around his hometown Devil Rays, as they
were called then, what makes you think he could have done diddley with
the mess of a Mets team that may have lost 100 games in ’03 if not for
an unexpected rookie season by Jae Seo?
Seo came out of the minors and pitched
well. Aaron Heilman drew much more attention—I can still hear the
strains of the “Kids Are Alright” from the Who for his debut.
“Boris the Spider” might have been more apt. The rookie
that made ’03 worth remembering at all, though, was Jose Reyes.
Jose debuted with the Mets and had not been traded for a manager or a
35-year-old, slop-throwing reliever showed that Steve did have some
self-control after all. Phillips was always ogling a new old reliever
(this is how they lost pre-disappointment Jason Bay in 2002), but Stevie
held off—and didn’t trade David Wright, either, who was still a year
away from the majors. Reyes debuted in June 2003 in Arlington, Texas.
Phillips must have been proud, albeit briefly. He was axed the next day
and his replacement, Jim Duquette, spent the summer banishing the lousy
contracts that Phillips had either signed or agreed to take on—the dead
weight of the Mo Vaugn contract is a prime example of the latter.
Duquette got rid of the stopped-caring Hall of Fame Roberto Alomar; the
good-guy, bad hitter Jeromy Burnitz; Aussie lefty Graeme Lloyd; and the
haircut twins Rey Sanchez and Armando Benitez, in separate deals.
Unless you remember Edwin Almonte, Royce Ring, Victor Diaz, or any of
the acquired players who never made it out of the minors, there’s not a
whole lot more of 2003 worth recalling. My son was born that year, so it
worked out nicely for me; certainly better than letting lame duck Steve
Phillips do the drafting a week before they fired him. So you can blame
him for 2003 top pick Lastings Milledge. Only five Mets from that draft
made the majors and the best was Brian Bannister, a good-looking,
slow-throwing son of big leaguer who got hurt running the bases as a
rookie and was traded for Ambiorix Burgos in 2006, but we’ll get to ’06
there was 2004. A cruel season, for it brought more Art Howe, and
crueler yet, it provided hope in a slow-starting division. And then, like an army that thinks
it’s on the verge of winning a battle when it is actually on the verge
of being routed, the Mets charged right into an ambush and came out
prisoners. Jim Duquette, who proved adept at dumping salary, was not as
good going the other way: sending prospects for veterans. On the ill-fated trading deadline day in 2004, in two
separate but regrettable deals, he sent away Scott Kazmir and Jose
Bautista, among others, for Victor Zambrano and Kris Benson. The Mets,
who were 44-41 two days before the All-Star break, went 21 games under
.500 after that. They lost 16 of 17 in August, including 11 in a row.
Duquette and Howe were fired in September—and the Mets couldn’t even do
that right. Instead of an interim replacement, Howe finished the last
two weeks of the season. The year ended with the Mets saying bon voyage
to Howe as well as the Expos in the last game played in the history of
the Montreal franchise.
also marked the end of three straight losing seasons for the Mets.
Willie Randolph was the hire. Ironically, that came the same week Wally Backman
was hired to manage the Diamondbacks. It must have been an impulse buy
because he was fired four days after being hired when Arizona got
freaked out by some events in Wally’s past that they obviously didn’t
uncover in their not-so due diligence. Backman had been up for the Mets
job, but he pulled himself out of the running since it seemed he felt he
was a long shot in New York. He still is. Sigh.
New Mets GM Omar Minaya surrounded
Randolph with pretty things, notably Pedro Martinez and Carlos Beltran,
plus a trade for a new first baseman, Doug Mientkiewicz, who couldn’t
hit but had a good enough glove to save David Wright many errors. The
“New Mets” still had too many “old Mets,” including past free agents
Braden Looper and Kaz Matsui. The Mets had way too much money tied up
on players past their prime—see Glavine, Tom;
Floyd, Cliff; and Cameron, Mike—but the Mets also finally got back over
.500. It wasn’t easy, either. The Mets lost their first five games under
Randolph, including a Looper implosion on Opening Day, the first of five
such Mets bullpen meltdowns that cost Pedro five wins in ’05. And then
after being ahead in the Wild Card race as September dawned, the Mets
lost 14 of 17 to fall four games under .500. The Mets showed actual life
in September, rallying to finish four games over. 500 and sending off
Mike Piazza right
in his final game as a Met.
Omar actually had an even better winter
between the 2005 and ’06 seasons. He eschewed sentimentality and let Al
Leiter and Piazza finish their careers elsewhere. A year after the big-talking
Marlins beat out the Mets for free agent Carlos Delgado, Minaya traded
with the suddenly-downsizing Marlins to get both Delgado and catcher
Paul LoDuca. Another key swap was getting John Maine from the Orioles
for Kris Benson a few weeks after Anna Benson’s Christmas party
appearance caused plenty of trouble with her massive, inexhaustible,
mouth. Some scrap picking turned up gems (Jose Valentin, Endy
Chavez) and old junk (Julio Franco). Minaya built up a bullpen that had
been spotty except for, get this, Aaron Heilman. Omar traded for Duaner
Sanchez, signed Chad Bradford and Pedro Feliciano, plus he convinced
Darren Oliver to come out of retirement. He filled a huge hole at the
back of the pen with a huge A-hole: Billy Wagner. Minaya kept busy all
year, acquiring veterans like Orlando “El Duque” Hernandez, and, when
Duaner Sanchez went down in his career year (torpedoing the Mets bullpen
in the process), Minaya did what he could during a time of year where
trades aren’t easy to make and brought in Oliver Perez, Roberto
Hernandez, Guillermo Mota, and outfielder/shell of his former self Shawn
Green. I said he tried, I didn’t say he succeeded.
the 2006 Mets were in control of the NL East from the opening series
forward. It was the Mets, not the Phillies, who brought an end to the 14
years of dominance by the Braves. Minaya even looked ahead, signing a
teenager by the name of Juan Lagares, and drafting Joe Smith and Daniel
Murphy. He could not control injuries, though, as Pedro and El Duque
could not pitch in the postseason. Still, the Swiss-cheese rotation
almost made it to the World Series with Oliver Perez pitching a Game
Seven. So close. So very frigging close.
just can’t go into 2007 and 2008. I had to live through those years not
just as they were happening, but in books, magazines, and websites as I
was working on all three around the clock during this period. I also
worked on a diary of the 2008 season with Keith Hernandez and the team’s
inability to put the finishing touches on a postseason berth was
excruciating. It was both great and terrible to be at Shea for the final
day of that ballpark’s existence. As for 2007-08, I spilled enough
ink about those two years to say I gave at the office.
how about those doubleheaders? Well this period in question began with
the Mets just getting killed in doubleheaders both straight and split.
The ’03 Mets lost all three doubleheaders they played at Shea—the
traditional kind—and had a makeup with the Yankees that turned into one
of those deals with two games in two stadiums in one day, which they of course
lost. The ’03 Mets not only lost all their doubleheaders, but all six
games against the Yankees. Howe’s Mets never did win a doubleheader.
After losing another DH in 2004,
Howe wound up 0-4-2 (plus 0-1 in his lone day-night doubleheader).
Willie Randolph went 1-0-4 in straight doubleheaders, and he was the
first second Mets skipper to manage a day-night twinbill at Shea. The Mets made
it count, drawing a record 98,000 in a single day at Shea while splitting
with Washington in 2007. The Mets surpassed 100,000 for a split DH against the
hated Phillies in 2008. A day-night doubleheader loss in Atlanta that
year, however, saw Ryan Church get a concussion before flying to
Colorado at the same time many people—including those paragons of virtue
in the owner’s box—were already furious at Willie for comments about racism in
doubleheader proved to be Willie’s last day at Shea. It was good for me,
catching my only foul ball in 350-plus games at Shea, but Willie caught
a flight to Anaheim after the twinbill and never made it back. In a Mets
uniform, at least.
Willie’s replacement, Jerry Manuel endured some rough twinbills in ’08
as well. One of the countless Mets bullpen implosions occurred in a
doubleheader that cost Johan Santana (and the team) yet another win in
the first game and then Jon Niese combined for a shutout for his first
major league win in the nightcap. Day or night or one after the other,
doubleheaders were torture for a good team with a terrible bullpen. The
Mets split two straight doubleheaders at Shea, split two on the road,
split a two-borough doubleheader against the Yankees, and lost one
doubleheader outright on the road. That’s a lot of doubling up, and
that’s a year I lived through again and again. That’s
something no one would want to live through twice.
This in the Books
could listen to Howie Rose on the radio all day. I understand he has his
own career goals and all, but the day he left Mets Extra on WFAN was a
sad one. He soon came back to the Mets fold in many capacities—and his
replacement for 18 years on Mets Extra, Ed Coleman, was one of the best
in the business. But I have always admired Howie’s ability to not only
take the conversation to different levels while always maintaining the
perspective of both the Mets fan and the Mets team and never, ever
getting a fact wrong.
book, fittingly named after his game-ending calling card—Put
It in the Book—is not just a recollection of his rise up the
ladder from kid in the upper tank with a tape recorder to radio voice of
the Mets (though there is obviously plenty about that). He also analyzes
where the team has been and where it’s going, throwing in items like
“The 10 Most Important/Influential/Iconic/Indispensable Persons in the
Mets First Half Century.” He’s also not afraid to call ’em like he sees
’em during this literary respite from the booth. I fully concur with his
assessment of Jeff Kent, who both came and went in bad trades, as a
“pain in the butt.” And Howie isn’t afraid to make himself look bad,
either, telling how he realized too late that
calling Rob Reiner “Meathead” to his face at Dodger Stadium was a
no-no. And speaking of no-no’s, Howie had the thrill of a lifetime in
calling the first—and only—no-hitter in Mets history in 2012. He is
enough of a walking encyclopedia to have taught us in the foreword he
kindly wrote for
Mets by the Numbers for Jon Springer and me that Gordie
Richardson, the last number 41 before Tom Seaver, had thrown a no-hitter
as a Met in 1965… during spring training (Gordo combined for the no-no
with the equally immortal Gary Kroll).
is the kind of stuff Howie just knows without referring to books or
computers or tea leaves. Like the TV broadcasting trio we hear so much
about, we are very lucky to have the radio voice of Howie, and Howie is
very fortunate to have the one job he always wanted.
the third year, I am proud to be a judge for the Greg Spira Baseball
Research Award. It goes to a young writer who has written a baseball
piece involving research that has appeared on the web, in a publication,
or book form. Greg was always a champion of young writers, so the age
cutoff is 30. It was nice that two of last year’s winners were college
students James Santelli (University of Southern California) and Noah
Woodward (Davidson College). The winner of the top prize of $1,000 last
year was Ben Lindbergh, who not long ago was at Georgetown University
and even more recently attended MLB Scout School. He has also been
editor-in-chief at Baseball Prospectus and now writes for Grantland.
Spira, who died of kidney disease at 44 in 2011, was a good guy and a
huge Mets fan. A Harvard graduate with a thing for analytic analysis, he
could tell you 10 ways from Sunday why Josh Thole sucked. This time of
year I especially think of him because we would be working round the
clock on the Mets Annual, figuring which writers to coddle and which
ones to kill as they pushed the limits of deadlines and patience.
Sometimes Greg fell into this group, too. We somehow always got the
thing on the newsstand on time. I loved every issue. I miss that, but I
really miss him.
you know anyone who writes about baseball and is under 30,
send in a nomination by the deadline of February 15. Or
through me if you prefer. A $1,000 first prize for writing is a sum
a lot of writers would sign on for; the $200 and $100 secondary prizes
shouldn’t be sniffed at either. There are plenty of hurdles faced by
young writers, especially those who choose writing as their main
profession. I fully support anything that rewards them for their hard
work and perseverance. Especially when it also honors my dear friend.
have read every piece that’s been nominated and they run the gamut. I
look forward to the process again.
January 7, 2015
Come to the
Queens Baseball Convention
Before I get into this weekend’s plans,
let’s me just mention the weekend past. As I may have mentioned
previously, I am an Arizona Cardinals fan and I confess that that was
some pathetic effort they put in against Carolina in the first round of
the NFL playoffs. The Panthers literally gave two touchdowns to the
Cardinals and their third-string quarterback, Mark Lindley, who
displayed the athletic prowess of
David Lindley. The Panthers even threw in an intentional safety at
game’s end. But any year in which my team, football or baseball, winds
up in the playoffs shall not be considered devastating. (I reserve that
word for Tom Glavine’s Hall of Fame lexicon.) My teams simply don’t get
to the playoffs often enough for that level of pretension. I’d still
give Omar Minaya’s right arm for the Mets to get swept out of either the
2007 or 2008 postseason, intentional safety and all.
Now that I don’t have to worry about
missing a Cardinals playoff game this Saturday, I can concentrate on
attending the second
Baseball Convention. This was put together by Shannon Shark of Mets
Police, whose campaign helped bring back Banner Day. Shannon as well as
many others put in their time so the Mets wouldn’t have to bother.
Unlike many other teams, the Mets don’t do a winter caravan to try to
get their fans psyched for the upcoming season. They figure if you can’t
get up for
a Buddy Carlyle signing, it’s your own fault.
And I like reliever Buddy Carlyle, but I
really like the Queens Baseball Convention. I did not know what to
expect for the first installment last year, and it was wonderful. The
second annual QBC begins a little after noon on Saturday at McFadden’s
next to Citi Field. It runs through 6:30 p.m., with some two dozen
events on the
Among the guests will be former Mets Mookie
Wilson, Wally Backman, and Ed Charles, plus announcer Josh Lewin, Adam
Rubin from ESPN.com, Jared Diamond from the Wall Street Journal,
and Todd Radom, who is not just an old friend and colleague but a
designer of team logos, pro sports branding, and an expert on the legacy
of uniforms. Heather Quinlan, who is putting together
the documentary ’86 Mets: The Movie, and who I’ve spoken to many
times regarding my ’86 Mets book, will host a panel on that beloved Mets
team at 1:45 p.m.
So bring your kiddies, bring your wife.
Mike Piazza may not have made the Hall of Fame, but I think there will
be a happier end to this story than what has happened to Gil Hodges’s
candidacy (to read a good piece on the reality of that situation, check
Mike Avallone’s piece on Amazin’ Avenue). The Hall should one day
join Mike with Glavine—and I don’t mean Mike Glavine, who played first
base instead of Piazza at the end of the lamentable 2003 season (though
give Mike Glavine credit for becoming head baseball coach at
Northeastern University). Piazza’s day will come, but in the meantime
take a day for yourselves at the QBC. You’ve earned it.
December 23, 2014
Reflections of a
Mets Life: 2014
to technical difficulties, this site was down for a month and a half.
There are still a couple of bookkeeping issues with Doubleheader Dip and
all that I will not be able to finish up until 2015. We missed the Mets
Gift of the Year—just give a gift card or gift certificate: Make it out
to the Wilpons for whatever amount you can, hopefully something in the
nine-digit range. Or higher.
So we’re skipping right to Reflections of
a Mets Life for this season just past. This also being the Festivus time
of year, we are going to list this year’s reflections in the form of
79 wins. Hey, it’s more than last year, but for the love of Pete can
we hit 80 wins again in this lifetime? The last time the Mets went
longer between 80-win (or more!) seasons was the dark ages of 1977-83.
You’d better do something because there’s an angry mob forming… online,
that is. In reality, there might be handful of people standing outside
the Jackie Robinson Rotunda looking at their phones, getting
announcements of moves by other teams.
Getting a shortstop. Say what you want about current management,
they have not stuck us with a Mo Vaughn-esque contract. Troy Tulowitzki
may be a future MVP, or he may be the next fragile statue who sells a
lot of jerseys and then spends weeks, months, and years on the DL with a
salary that keeps the team from making any upgrades, or worse, forces
trades of good players due to get big raises in order to keep paying a
perpetually disables player. Let someone else take the risk on his $20
million per year brittle physique. When you think Tulo, think Mo. And Mo
Vaughn was at least a nice guy with local ties… before he ate large
sections of the tri-state area.
Moving in the fences. I was on their side about Tulo, but man, oh,
have I been
holding this grievance for months. Moving in the fences—a second time in
the Sandy Alderson era—is the most misguided thing the Mets have done,
well, since the last time they moved in the fences. (No matter what they
do, opponents still keep hitting more home runs. Perhaps because they
are actually better.) You have a franchise that has nothing but young
pitchers learning the ropes, so your solution is to move in the fences
and take away their safety net and lessen the importance of having the
league’s best defensive center fielder: Juan Lagares. Have you seen
those three world championships won by the Giants in the last five
years? Did you notice how big their ballpark is? Do you guys not watch
the World Series? Or at this point do you figure it’s more useful to
watch The Big Bang Theory? Even
their version of baseball is more entertaining than what passes for
the game at Citi Field in the Alderson era.
4. Matt Harvey.
Matt, I say this as a fellow Matt and a big Mets fan. Tone it down. Let
your Twitter account go. Don’t listen to the FAN. (I ditched them when
they ditched the Mets and I feel much better now.) Save the intensity
for the mound. Listen to the doctor. Tell the team when you don’t feel
well. But above all else—pitch like the guy who started the 2013
Go easy on Harvey, Mets brass-holes. Come up with a regimen that
works for Matt Harvey. Start him in the minors to open the year, if you
must. Start him on the disabled list, if need be. But make sure that,
God willing, if the Mets ever see October, Harvey won’t have to be
pulled from the rotation due to innings limits. If that happens and the
Mets lose because of it—see Strasbourg, Nationals, 2012—those fans who
were looking at their phones before really will storm the gate.
Stop with the BS. I’ve been reading about collusion in the 1980s,
about how Sandy Alderson was caught in the middle of it when he ran the
A’s. The ’86 Alderson gives the same answers as now, referencing markets
and changes in direction as to why the loss in interest about free
agents. We understand you don’t have money. But please make a trade if
the team is close. The rotation only holds five, maybe six, slots for
pitchers. Be wise choosing the ones you keep and the ones you trade. The
lack of a deal in July 2008 kept the last game at Shea from being a
playoff game. All it would have taken to fix their bullpen was trading
the immortal Fernando Martinez at the deadline. Know your personnel.
Trust your people. reward your fan base, when the situation is
7. Playoffs. Whenever that word
came up in 2014, it was like
Jim Mora’s sarcastic refrain. (Come to think of it, he does kind of
look like a relative of Terry Collins.) Sure, October/November is
watered down in baseball. But all we want for Christmas is a playoff
game. Santa, I can’t say we’ve been good, but we have been patient.
Beat the Nationals… once in a while. The year began with the bullpen
blowing what would have been an awesome Opening Day win. But it was the
first in another season of drubbings by Washington. The Nats have beaten
the Mets like a drum the past three years, to the tune of 15-41. In 2014
it hit bottom at 4-15. Go 9-9 against them and maybe finishing second
isn’t a joke like it was last year, sitting 17 games out; nine out of
the Wild Card.
Win in the second half. We’ll end on a positive note. The Mets have
had a batter second half than first half each of the past two years! In
2013 the Mets were still under .500 in the second half, but they played
slightly better. Last year the Mets had a winning second-half record at
34-33. It marked the first time since the Mets moved into Citi Field
that the Mets were over .500 in the second half. In 2013, the Mets
played .465 ball in the second half, compared with .451 in the first
half. The other years of Citi’s existence were Mr. Hyde second halves
after first halves that Dr. Hyde might have enjoyed. In 2012 the
second-half percentage was .167 lower, in 2011 it was .068 lower, in
2010 it was down .126, and in 2009 it was .110 lower. Keep those second
halves coming and we’ll remember 2014 as the year the Mets started
becoming a second-half team. Because second-half teams make historic
runs at the postseason. They are fun to watch. They sometimes even win
the big games. That’s the takeaway from ’14—maybe one day we can say
this is where it all began.
November 10, 2014
1999-2002: Rise and Fall
The winning of the Gold Glove by Juan
Lagares takes me back to the time when the Mets had
“The Best Infield Ever?” (Sports Illustrated was wise enough to add
the question mark.) The 1999 Mets infield was made up of John Olerud at
first base, Edgardo Alfonzo at second base, Rey Ordonez at shortstop,
and Robin Ventura at third. To me, the question was about defense. The
Mets infield made only 27 errors. Ventura and Ordonez won Gold Gloves,
though Fonzie and Johnny O. deserved them as well.
Historically, it may not have been the
$100,000 Infield, the Big Red Machine’s 1976 infield, or any number of
Orioles or even Dodgers quartets, but when we’re talking about the Mets,
no other gang of four compares to ‘99. When you take into account the
offensive numbers three of those infielders had: Olerud (19 HR, 96 RBI,
.298/.427/.463, 19-96), Fonzie (27-108, .304/.385/.502), and Ventura
(32-120, .301/.379/.529), not to mention a catcher with 40 homers, 124
RBI, and a .575 slugging average, you can carry Rey Ordonez’s glove and
not be overly concerned about his wild swings. Yet even Rey-Rey was as
good as he was going to get with a bat, hitting .258 and drawing 37
unintentional and 12 intentional walks. (If you’d seen Dallas Green
repeatedly bunt Ordonez as a rookie so the pitcher could have a shot at
knocking in the run, you’d better understand the strides this meant.)
Odonez would be terrible in the 1999 postseason and he’d regress in the
seasons that followed, but there was one reason he played every day, and
that because he was the best fielding shortstop the Mets have ever had.
The ’99 outfield was interesting. They had
a reclamation project in Rickey Henderson, and three outfielders I’d
barely heard of before who had superb moments: Benny Agbayani, Roger
Cedeno, and Melvin Mora. Roger Cedeno—the pre-free agent Roger Cedeno—came
from the Dodgers and stole a then-Mets record 66 bases, even though he
only started 115 games. Benny Agbayani entered the scene like a
thunderclap with 10 home runs in his first 27 games of ’99, including
one at a key spot against the Red Sox at a packed Shea that had the
chowdaheads who helped filled the place saying, “Who’s tha linebackah?”
He was our secret weapon.
Melvin Mora was another Bobby Valentine
creation. He was 27 years old and had played all over the world, but he
didn’t debut in the majors until the last day of May 1999. I attended
more Mets games (24) than in any other year and even I didn’t notice him
until late in the season. Mora was Valentine’s insurance policy late in
games to take care of the indifferent way Rickey Henderson played left
field. At 40 years old, Rickey hit .315, stole 37 bases, and even
smacked 12 home runs in what was the last truly great season of a truly
great career (though Rickey, being Rickey, continued to play
professional baseball until he was 46). Henderson seemed to pay more
attention to the crowd than the batter while in left field. Enter
Melvin. And after the Mets spit the bit and gagged a sizeable Wild Card
lead in the final two weeks of the season, Melvin trotted home with the
winning run on the final day of the year to assure the Mets of at least
a one-game playoff. I still think that game was as important as any
regular-season game the Mets have played. Unless you want to nominate
the next night—when I was as nervous as I’ve ever been watching a Mets
game on TV—when Al Leiter shut out the Reds in a one-game playoff in
As great as the Todd Pratt home run was a
week later to clinch the Division Series—and that was a remarkable
game—I still don’t know if it had the impact of the previous week’s
heroics. Losing to a team with a better record in the playoffs is one
thing, but blowing a postseason berth two years in a row on the final
day… Well, you know how quickly a franchise can spiral out of control
when that happens. The Mets haven’t climbed out yet.
But in 1999 the Mets and their fans
climbed the ever-higher Mojo Risin’ Ladder to unfathomable heights. They
got knocked off by the Braves in the NLCS in a fashion akin to getting
hit in the face with a 2-by-4 just when you thought you might just reach
the top. Is it me, or have bad things just happened to the Mets in the
NLCS ever since they pulled it out in Houston in 1986? ’88, ’99, ’06…
even with a satisfying clincher at home in 2000, that is a tough
But 2000 was that one. What happened after
that was more painful, for my money, than the three NLCS losses
The year began with people really afraid
that civilization might go off the grid with the Y2K hysteria. But the
real power failure was losing to the Yankees. In the World Series. At
Shea. Forget getting hit in the head by a 2-by-4, the 2000 World Series
was like getting your hand caught in the car door and not being able to
open it. You thought your hand would never feel better, but eventually
it did, though the bone near the thumb still hurts all these years
It really was a shame how 2000 ended,
because Bobby Valentine managed the socks off the managers everyone
thought were brilliant. First he outmaneuvered San Francisco genius
Dusty Baker in the Division Series and then he left Tony LaRussa holding
his jock—and pinch hitter Mark McGwire in the on-deck circle—as the Mets
clinched both series at Shea, even though they did not hold home-field
advantage. Then of course the Yankees clinched in Flushing and,
son of a…
And then came 2001. It remains one of the
strangest and saddest years I’ve ever experienced. The Mets were
terrible, then they were good, then events occurred to render the whole
thing moot. And then just when I thought, maybe this great thing can
happen to make a terrible situation a little better, everything fell
apart. That year was proof that all you’ve built can disappear just like
that. That baseball is just a game. That life is short.
The world was different in 2002. Whatever
Mojo was rising in 1999 and again in 2000 and for a few fleeting moments
in 2001, well, that Mojo was gone by 2002. After one losing season in
five full years as Mets manager, with the only back-to-back postseason
appearances in Mets history, and with building a solid team out of a
so-so minor league system and the coin flip that occurred every time
Steve Phillips made a trade—and he made a lot of them—Bobby V. was
unceremoniously canned. Now the Mets have four losing seasons in a row
(six by the team in all) and the manager gets a pat on the back.
The only doubleheader Bobby V. lost in
eight tries between 1999 and 2002 was during his final weekend as
manager. The Mets went 4-1-3 in doubleheaders in those four years,
including three sweeps in 2000 and no twinbills at all in 2001—a Mets
first. The Mets weren’t as fun anymore without Bobby Valentine. And they
certainly weren’t as good.
Nightcap: Last Game
of the Century
The Mets did not make the World Series in 1999.
After the best baseball marathon I’ve witnessed in the flesh—the soggy,
15-inning Grand Slam Single spectacular—came one of the most
agonizing losses I’ve ever seen in Atlanta. The Mets fell behind big in
the first inning of Game Six, only to rally to tie it and then take the
lead not once but twice, only to blow the lead each time with their
best* relievers on the mound. Neither John Franco nor Armando Benitez
could hold it, setting up the final tragedy of Kenny Rogers. His five
wins for a pitching-deprived team really was the difference between
making and not making the postseason in 1999. The guy once threw a
perfect game, but he was perfectly awful in an October setting. At least
until his last postseason, when he shutout three different opponents
over 23 innings for the 2006 Tigers, with a little help from
the magic smudge. “Too much,
the magic smudge!”
So I was at what turned out to be the last World
Series game, the last baseball game of the century—unless you don’t
count the century, or millennium, as ending at ’99. I’m an odd bird
about a lot of things, but I consider ’99 to be the end, unless it’s the
beginning, such as in “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall.” Game Four of the
World Series was my 30th major league game of the year, a personal best,
and also my last game ever at Yankee Stadium. I still think part of me
is stuck in traffic getting out of those parking garages that the city
bought back as part of the deal for the Yankees in 1973 with
Steinbrenner bilking the Yankees from CBS for $8.8 million. My buddy,
Young Tom, snoozed away in the passenger seat as my car crawled out of
the Bronx. I’d gotten free tickets through MLB, with a perch at the very
top of the upper deck befitting my station. And with the Mets having
gotten so close to the pennant, with me coming off a big promotion, I
remember thinking that maybe my time was coming. Optimism. Cruel, cruel
October 16, 2014
A View from the
Another season is in the books. Every
year, to keep my head straight for my Mets attendance, I do this
procedural chart. I also want to go on record that I completely disagree
with the concept of not going to Mets games as a way of punishing the
Wilpons. Perhaps reallocating the few hundred dollars I spend on
tickets, food, and souvenirs will hurt them, but I know that not going
to games will hurt me more. And the only way to get the next generation
immersed in Metdom is to bring them out and force it on them. Because no
one in their right mind would willingly take up this orange and blue
cross. And it will hopefully pay dividends that I will not have
grandkids buzzing around me one day in Yankees replicas.
I went to eight Mets games this year, most
of them in September. Every year I suddenly realize that summertime done
come and gone (my,
oh, my) and I start going a bunch in September. The games could not
mean less, but two of the games were free, including the second straight
year utilizing the
free birthday ticket offer. The other two games were through the Boy
Scouts: one was for lousy seats to a lousy game but a good deal with a
bus ride thrown in, and the other Scout seats were at deep discount for
a silent auction. And it was money well spent to sit 13 rows from the
field with a cache of hard-core fans to see Jacob deGrom fan the first
I only paid for tickets to half the games
I went to in 2014. Thank you to those who took me out to the ballgame
this year. The Mets fell short of 80 wins (again), but there was some
progress made and good times had.
I will leave you with my in-house log for
2014, and I will dig up something I recall saying, or at least thinking,
the last time the Royals were in the World Series. I was in the second
floor TV lounge at Bowman Hall at Roanoke College in the 1985 World
Series against the Cardinals (back
when Bowman still stood and networks still showed postseason
is not a real network, and Fox Sport One sure as hell is not). I
said/thought: “If the Royals can do this, so can the Mets.” I said and
thought a lot of things in 1985; one of them happened to be prescient.
hope someone is listening once more.
Log 2014 Citi Field
Mets Rec, Pos
Who hit the HRs
Was, 9-7 L
Brown, Lagares. Wright
A surreal nightmare; most disheartening Opening
attended. Wound up seeing both Familia disasters in his superb 2014.
StL, 2-0 W
Mejia goes 3-0 as starter, Farnsworth save, Mets
sounds very strange.
StL, 3-0 L
Much more like it the next night: No offense,
mediocre start, ineffective relief. Too typical.
Phi, 7-1 W
86 games went by between stops in Flushing.
Bartolo toyed with them; game over in first.
Col, 2-0 W
first MLB win. Sweep was nice payback for May embarrassment in
Was, 10-3 L
Harper, Span, Flores
Arrived one night after Mets won only
game of year vs. Nats in NY. Spanking of Mets in the rain on
Fireworks Night. Talk about a damper.
deGrom fans first eight of game to tie MLB mark.
Then the bullpen blows lead.
Hou, 8-3 L
Duda hits 30 HR, notches 92 RBI. Colon wins
15th. Abreu goes out in style. So do Mets.
Since ’09 opening
Wash hit only HRs I saw by visitors. If move in
fences (again!) how many more for Nats? NL?
October 3, 2014
FNP Met 2014: Set
Phasers to Stun
year I pick a Met I like, sometimes irrationally, and hope he will get
more playing time. At year’s end, when the manager does not heed my
telepathic messages (again!), that pine-riding Met earns the coveted
Favorite Nonplaying Met (FNP) Award. Usually it’s a pretty easy call and
often it is an obscure ballplayer. The roll call over the last quarter
century includes everyone from Chris Donnels to Todd Pratt to Heath Bell
to two-time winner Nick Evans. There are others I have trouble
remembering because, you know, they never played much.
generally make my pick before the season ends because there is one guy,
maybe two, who qualify as a true nonplaying Met. Ah, but Terry Collins
keeps going back and forth between letting a guy rot on the bench and
playing him so much he becomes ineffective. Ruben Tejada, who is neither
a favorite nor nonplaying, played shortstop every inning of almost every
Mets game for three months. The Mets had such faith that they didn’t
even have a backup shortstop for Ruben Ripken, so rookie corner
infielder/outfielder Eric Campbell—an early favorite for the award until
he got too much playing time and lost his FNP edge—wound up manning
shortstop after Tejada got hurt while Bartolo Colon went deep into the
seventh inning with a perfect game in Seattle. And then late in the year
Tejada didn’t play at all while Wilmer Flores manned short each night.
And then when David Wright ended the year on the DL and Daniel Murphy
shifted to third base, shortstop of the future Wilmer played nothing but
second base. Ruben manned short and zoomed past the 400 (wasted) plate
appearance mark, about twice the standard cutoff to be FNP in a given
Then there is last year’s FNP Met, Anthony
Recker. Collins played Travis d’Arnaud six days a week for most of the
summer until he hurt his elbow (maybe that’s why he never threw anyone
out?). I did consider back-to-back FNPs for A.R.—not Arnold Rothstein
(it hurts how he just disappeared from
Boardwalk Empire; I mean just because the historical character
was dead by 1931...). Recker caught just 10 games in July and August
combined, but he finished the season catching most of the last two weeks
to improve to 7 HRs, 27 RBI, .201 average, and .620 OPS in 187 plate
appearances—essentially the same stats Chris Young had in 100 more plate
appearances. (You know, the Chris Young who couldn’t hit on this side of
C.Y.—who was never in the running for FNP Met—comes E.Y. Eric Young
swiped the National League stolen base crown in the final game at Citi
Field in 2013. In the final game at Citi Field in 2014, he lost his grip
on the .300 on-base percentage plateau, which looks ugly if your
offensive skills are as limited as E.Y.’s.
Eric Young played a lot last year and gave the Mets a spark. He rode the
bench for a ridiculous amount of time this summer, becoming essentially
a pinch runner and occasional starter against lefties. Good job swiping
30 percent of the team’s 101 bases in 2014. (You do the math.) But E.Y.
had way too many PA’s (316) to be in the running. Bobby Abreu had a
nice tribute from the fans on the final day. I was there and clapped
for him, too, but I did wonder why a 41-year-old outfielder got 155
plate apps on this team.
Picking a pitcher for FNP Met this year was out since Terry Collins
brings in pitchers like he’s paid by the move and everyone was either
overworked, ineffective, or injured. That left one true candidate for
FNP, an outfielder I’ve always liked: Captain
Kirk Nieuwenhuis. (From here on in, for my own spelling sanity, I’m
calling him Kirk, Nieuwy, or addressing him by rank.)
The best thing about Nieuwy is that at 27
he became a valuable member of the team despite just 130 plate
appearances. He excelled as a pinch hitter: both Nieuwy and Eric
Campbell went 8 for 28 off the bench (.286) to tie for the team lead.
Yes, Nieuwy still strikes out as ton (39 K’s), but he had his best slash
line by far in his three-year career: .259/.346/.482. At the end of the
year the Mets gave Matt den Dekker the shot at left field instead of
Kirk, which made sense because the Mets know what they have in Kirk and
they have no idea about dD. Despite den Dekker having 44 more plate
appearances than Kirk, Nieuwy outpaced him in doubles (14-11), triples
(1-0), and home runs (3-0) while having a .160 higher slugging
percentage. den Dekker stole three more bases than Kirk (7-4), but
Nieuwy wasn’t caught and den Dekker was nabbed four times. When Juan
Lagares was hurt at the end of the year, Nieuwy did not get the chance
to play much because he had kidney stones and a subsequent infection
that ended his season in the hospital.
He’s resting comfortably at home now.
So here is
get well trophy
to the big man on campus from
Asuza Pacific. Let’s hope Nieuwy will still be rocking
the Mets bench when the team is good, though with this manager (and
owner), we all may be retired by the time that happens. In the meantime
Captain Kirk, set course for contention.
September 29, 2014
Final Grades Are
in for 2014 Mets
time for metsilverman.com final grades for the 2014 season. For a team
grade, take the number of wins and put that on the grade scale, so 79
equals C+. The Mets won five more games than in 2013 and finished tied
for second with the Braves, but that is cosmetic. The Mets were 17 games
behind the Nationals. And to qualify for the watered-down Wild Card
required 88 wins this year. Next year needs to be .500 or bust.
There was a lot of turnover from last
year. Matt Harvey did not throw a pitch in 2014—it
wasn’t for lack of talking about it—but
he will be back next year, we hope. So should Bobby Parnell, who threw
all of one inning (and got a blown save for his trouble). I am not sure
of Jeremy Hefner’s future after his second elbow surgery in a year, but
good luck to him. I went through last year’s final report card and found
19 missing Mets from 2013: Dave Aardsma, Rick Ankiel, Scott Atchison,
Mike Baxter, John Buck, Greg Burke, Marlon Byrd, Tim Byrdak, Robert
Carson, Collin Cowgill, Pedro Feliciano, Frank Francisco, Aaron Harang,
LaTroy Hawkins, Zach Lutz, Brandon Lyon, Shawn Marcum, Justin Turner,
and the great Jordany Valdespin. Remember them? And that does not
include guys who spent significant time in 2013 in New York and most of
2014 in Las Vegas: Andrew Brown, Zach Lutz, Omar Quintanilla, Scott
Rice, and Josh Satin.
In last year’s report card, I said, “Misters Davis and Duda, stop wasting everyone else’s time!”
Duda knocked 30 out of the park in 2014, and unlike when Davis reached
that mark in 2012, Lucas did not spend half the year below the Mendoza
Line. Duda gets most improved, certainly. And congrats to all the
members of the bullpen, where the kid gloves come off: Carlos Torres and
Jeurys Familia each pitched over 70 times. Jenrry Mejia would have
appeared a lot more than 62 times if he hadn’t
begun the year as a starter. Meanwhile the Collins China Doll rotation
completed one game.
B A- B+
Oldest student is best in class. Reached 15 Ws, 200 IP, fanned 150. Big
man, big year.
yet know if he’ll
be Rookie of Year, but best Mets rookie in many a year. deGroovy!
A- B B+ Murph’s
skid came after Sept. injury. Gets extra credit for taking Wright’s
spot at 3B.
work vs. lefties, but I was wrong about Duda. Impressive to reach 30 HR,
B+ Missed most
of last year yet came back to pitch in 76 games as team’s
B+ B+ B+
Went 8-6, top 10 in games, just missed 100 IP. TC somehow didn’t
pitch his arm off.
Jenrry Mejia B B+
B+ Credit for
staying healthy (and enduring hernia); 3 wins as starter, just 3 blown
0.75 ERA in 2H before constant warmups by TC took toll. Responded to
Juan Lagares B B
B No question
he should win Gold Glove. Showed he could be leadoff hitter, SB threat.
C+ B+ B
Has gotten better in 2H both years; 187 Ks in 185.1 IP. Needs to pitch
better at home.
B+ C B Same
final grade as ’13,
but last year finished well. In ’14
poor 2H ends with heart issue.
Travis d’Arnaud C-
rookie year. Power in Aug. (5 HR), average in Sept. (.313). Ended too
Curtis Granderson B- B-
Two months batting under .150, two months over .300; 20 HRs good for
been on team all year or healthy all year, Mets would have been .500.
Wright B C-
have to look up past grades to know this is his worst. Get better soon,
Wilmer Flores C-
he can play SS-2B. Has pop, makes contact, and improving in field.
B+ D+ C+
ERA twice as high in 2H, grade twice as low. Not sure if homegrown vet
back in 2015.
Fell off table in 2H, which coincided with Duda playing vs. lefties.
Versatile but limited.
Kirk Niewenhuis B- C
Bench stud should’ve
made more than 10 August-Sept. starts. Has speed, power, glove.
Matt den Dekker D- B+
.290/.392/.374 in 2H, but 174 PAs without HR is troubling. Better
version of Jason Tyner.
C+ D+ C Last
seen singling into sunset Sunday. Did not K after recall. Good career,
Daisuke Matsuzaka C+ D+ C Only
pitched 8 times in relief in 2H. Served any role asked. Sayonara,
D+ C C Montero,
not deGrom, was supposed to be breakout rook. Showed flashes of promise.
Anthony Recker C-
Nudged over Mendoza Line, but rarely played until end of 2H. Either
whiffs or homers.
Ruben Tejada C- C-
400 ABs for this guys seems like colossal waste. Should be backup—somewhere
C- D D+
Had 30 SBs while nailed to bench, yet doesn’t
get on base enough to justify roster spot.
D+ F D Hit
.196, 1 RBI after All-Star break before Mets finally cut him. Became
Only Appeared in One Half as Met
1H 2H Notes
Pulled off scrapheap at age 36. Put together 1.45 ERA in 27 games. Good
Opened a lot of eyes and created a lot of questions about 2B during
short time in NY.
Lefty with 2.63 ERA will get a lot of work with TC in charge.
Practically a LH baby at 30.
Gonzalez Germen D+
Rightfully banished to minors until brief September callup for mopup.
Opening Day LF, then forgotten. Seemed cruel not to recall member of
40-man in Sept.
Funny, he wasn’t in Astros pen for season finale. Like Mets, they too
His presence, and Farnsworth’s,
in first two months show how far bullpen came in 2014.
Not Enough Time Served for Grade
Among biggest questions heading into 2015: Can he come back? Will it be
as a Met?
Eric Goeddel Inc
get to see him enough for opinion. May see more of righty in 2015.
Saw too much of lefty in 32 games in 1H. May recover from 2013 Collins
Wilfredo Tovar Inc
debut until final week. May still have future in NY given SS options.
catchers are always nice. Hit .200 in 30 ABs. Emergency recall option.
Lefty only threw 1.1 inning in 4 games, but showed little beyond
Taylor Teagarden Inc His presence meant
getting his mind right in Vegas.
Hit grand slam.
Omar Quintanilla IncQ
always somewhere near; glad he spent most of season in Vegas. Classic
Andrew Brown deserved recall over Josh; lucky he lacked ABs for grade
Whoever said he was going to be valuable should not be trusted for
Inc Too few NY ABs for
grade, but 1/3 as many HRs & 1/2 as many RBI as Duda.
D C+ C
think he’ll lead them out of darkness; baffling strategist, but team
Sandy Alderson D+ C
made big trade, but hasn’t
made big blunder. Please leave Citi dimensions be!
1990-98: 100 Losses, Five Managers, One Strike
end of Banner Day as a doubleheader endeavor in 1988 was the setting of
the sun on the Mets twinbill. Where people once sought out doubleheaders
on the schedule as one of the great bargains in sports, during the 28
twinbills at Shea in the 1990s (7-4-17), you often saw people leaving
wholesale after the first game, or the place suddenly got more crowded
around 7:30, when a game would normally begin. (Start times did not
settle at 7:10 for every night game until 2000.)
doubleheader was dead, and so were the Mets. By the time the Mets fired
Davey Johnson in May 1990, the heart of the 1986 world champions had
been gutted. Rather than talk about who departed, it is easier to say
who was left by 1990: Ron Darling, Dwight Gooden, Sid Fernandez, Howard
Johnson, Bob Ojeda, Darryl Strawberry, and Tim Teufel. Seven out of the
24 men on the 1986 postseason roster. And Straw and Ojeda were on the
The Mets opted not to bring Strawberry
back in 1991. I have to admit, I never was a fan of Strawberry’s—beyond
standing up and high-fiving anyone around me after one of his mammoth
home runs. He was a complainer and a malingerer, as well as divisive,
abusive, and a pain in the butt. Yet he was also the only consistent
power source the 1990 Mets had. (HoJo was great but only, for whatever
in odd-numbered years.) Though they got swept in a key doubleheader
in Pittsburgh on September 5, the Mets still stayed within striking
distance of the suddenly unbeatable Pirates. Due to injuries, New York
featured a makeshift lineup that included unMets-like names such as
Tommy Herr, Pat Tabler, and Tom O’Malley. It was Straw who stayed in the
lineup and put up 37 home runs and 108 RBI on a team starved for
offense. The Mets had solid pitching. Frank Viola, acquired a year
earlier from the Twins in a far-too-costly 5-for-1 deal, won 20 games,
while Dwight Gooden just missed that number as well. David Cone was in
his prime though both Darling and Fernandez were under .500.
Bobby O., relegated to spot starter and
long relief, would be traded in the offseason for old fan favorite—and
now just old—Hubie Brooks. Dave Magadan had taken over for Keith
Hernandez at first base—though only after Mags took over for injured
Mike Marshall—and wound up third in the 1990 batting race at .328. John
Franco was the closer, acquired for Randy Myers. It was like buying
stock that went down a lot initially—like when Myers was on the mound as
the Reds won the 1990 World Series—but the dividends kept accruing,
unspectacularly, from the Franco fund for years to come.
hung around until the final weekend, finishing ’90 at 91 wins. Then it
was over. The Mets’ run as contenders, that is.
team played good baseball for much of the first half half of 1991. They
reeled off 10 straight wins in July—including a four-game sweep in
Montreal, during which I saw my only baseball game at Stade Olympic.
Just after the All-Star break, the Mets were 15 games over .500. After
that they fell to earth like a chunk of the Stade Olympic roof. That
really happened in 1991—not while I was there, fortunately—and it sent
the Expos on the road for the rest of the season. A two-game series
scheduled in Montreal was played at Shea. The
New York Times sent a reporter who did not spare the grisly
details of the vast emptiness of a stadium that no longer rocked, and
would not rock until Mike Piazza arrived at the end of the decade.
Mets split that doubleheader with Montreal, as well as the other two
twinbills they played in 1991. Bud Harrelson was sent packing in the
final week of the season and Frank Cashen chose the right time to
retire. It was a time when winning 77 games was cause for clearing the
deck, not handing out new contracts.
1992 the Mets reloaded and shot themselves in the foot. Burdened with
Vince Coleman’s contract, and Jeff Torborg’s genius, the Mets let Frank
Viola leave but agreed to heavy contracts for Bobby Bonilla and Eddie
Murray, who turned the locker room toxic. New GM Al Harazin traded
tainted wonderboy Gregg Jefferies and laconic slugger Kevin McRenolds
(plus personal favorite Kevin Miller) for two-time Cy Young winner Bret
Saberhagen and infielder Bill Pecota, whose greatest achievement as a
Met was becoming the first Mets position player to pitch. The Mets added
Willie Randolph, too, but he was small potatoes and a class act compared
to the rest. Duck and I stood applauding the entirety of Willie’s final
career at bat—a walk—in the last game of the 1992 season. You may have
heard of that year:
“The Worst Team Money Could Buy.” I always thought that was a funny
title for a book, because that ’92 team was great compared to the ’93
1993 Mets lost 103 times, the most defeats since the year I was born. It
was pathetic and frustrating, but I had free tickets from Duck,
attending law school in another state, so I went all the time with my
new girlfriend. She showed so much tolerance for the Mets—and me—that we
became engaged during what would have been the 1994 World Series.
the strike finally ended, I was credentialed to do locker room reports
for a small radio station, so I kind of fell for the 1995 team a little.
I’d probably have hated Dallas Green if not for that, but he was
interesting to observe up close—where I stood inches away with the
microphone—and he was big and ornery enough I tried not to wince when
someone in the back of the room asked a question that set him off. I
worked the first weekend of the truncated ’95 season and was in the
locker room for the season finale when a walk-off walk ended a scoreless
game against the Braves in the 11th inning.
1996 highlight wasn’t the last game of the year, it was the first. The
Mets came back from 6-0 down in the rain to beat the Cardinals, but
Generation K turned out to be a bust. The pitching was terrible, but
Lance Johnson, Todd Hundley, and Bernard Gilkey had three of the best
offensive years the Mets had seen to that point—Lance Johnson’s 227 hits
and 21 triples survived the Reyes reign, so they may be on the books for
a long time. The Mets played as many doubleheaders as they had the three
previous years combined, going 1-1-3 in ’96, as well as a day-night loss
late August 1996, the Mets replaced Dallas Green with Bobby Valentine. I
wasn’t impressed at first, but that changed in 1997. The only major
addition was John Olerud, plus a bunch of first mates Bobby V. dug up,
plugged in, and used to turn the Mets into a contender. Yet the 1.7
million they drew was as many as came out for “The Worst Team Money
Could Buy” in 1992. That ’97 team, however, was something special,
forging lifelong man crushes on Rick Reed and Johnny O.
Mets looked like a playoff team the next year, until they lost the last
five games of 1998. It seemed like the end of the world, but we’d see
worse. The ’98 club played more doubleheaders than any Mets team of the
decade. They went going 4-1-3, including splits on successive nights
against the Cardinals as the world went ga-ga over the Mark McGwire. The
Mets swept the Cubs in a doubleheader from the other side of the home
run freak show: Sammy Sosa. They even played doubleheaders in Houston
and San Diego, where twinbills seemed outlawed and unnecessary due to
the elements. Nine years that went by in a blink. I was alone and in
Massachusetts to start and by the end of 1998 had a wife, a child, and a
team I could love.
with Doubleheaders Charlie Bevis
Charlie Bevis, an adjunct in English at
Rivier College in Massachusetts, is author of the book,
Doubleheaders: A Major League History. It is the last word on
the twinbill, so we asked Charlie for a few words.
I have been talking about doubleheaders played each year of the Mets
existence on my site this year. It’s
been pretty fun, but I have a technical question since it has occurred
several times in my records for the Mets, especially in the 1960s: Is it
considered a doubleheader if the first game is completed and the second
ends in a tie, due to weather, darkness (Wrigley), or curfew?
If there were two
games played on the same day, it is considered to be a doubleheader
whether or not the second game had a winner. Many doubleheaders in Major
League Baseball history have seen the second game shortened due to
darkness (before the advent of artificial lights for night baseball in
the 1930s), train travel (especially during World War II), or Sunday
curfew (particularly in Philadelphia in the 1950s).
Q: Were the 1980s the last gasp for doubleheaders?
By 1980 less than
10 percent of Major League Baseball games were part of a doubleheader,
which decreased to less than 5 percent by 1989 (when there were only
three scheduled doubleheaders). So, yes, the 1980s were the last gasp.
The 1960s were the last glory days for doubleheaders, when teams still
scheduled doubleheaders on Sundays and holidays. During that decade, 20%
to 25% of Major League Baseball games were part of a doubleheader. The
first Basic Agreement negotiated by the Players Association in 1968 set
in motion the ultimate demise of the doubleheader.
Were the Mets the last team to regularly schedule doubleheaders? They
held Banner Day in between games of a scheduled summer doubleheader,
allowing fans onto the field from 1963 until the last scheduled DH in
1988. This year they were actually lame enough to schedule the Banner
Day parade HOURS BEFORE the first game of a makeup doubleheader (and
they wonder why so few people came toting banners).
In large-market cities, the Mets were one of the last teams to embrace
the traditional two-games-for-the-price-of-one doubleheader. The Mets
were also part of a novel split-park doubleheader in 2000 to play a
home-and-home twinbill with the Yankees, with the day game at Shea
Stadium and the night game at Yankee Stadium, to make up a rainout of
their interleague match.
Q: The last scheduled
doubleheader the Mets had that I recall was 9/15/98 at the Astrodome,
the middle day of a midweek series. Houston had no NFL team at the time,
so I can only guess it was some other scheduling conflict. Do you know
of any doubleheaders since then that were placed on the schedule before
the season began? Or a DH at a domed stadium?
Between 1996 and 2008, there were only two scheduled doubleheaders in
Major League Baseball, in 1996 and 2001, both hosted by the Minnesota
Twins at the Metrodome. So the 1998 doubleheader in Houston you mention
must have been arranged to make up a rainout. At the time my book on the
history of the doubleheader was written in 2009, I thought the scheduled
doubleheader was extinct. However, Major League Baseball brought it back
in 2011 with one in Oakland and again in 2013 at Arizona, to more easily
resolve scheduling logistics.
Q: What are your feelings of the
day-night doubleheader? For my money, nothing cheeses me off more than
the inconvenience of a split doubleheader when the number of fans
combined for the two games would not have come close to filling the park
separate-admission day-night doubleheader is the future of the
doubleheader in Major League Baseball, since even the makeup
doubleheader is on life support. The Basic Agreement with the Players
Association permits the Red Sox and Cubs to have unlimited day-night
doubleheaders to make up postponed games, due to their small-sized
ballparks, and there are various rules applicable to the other teams,
which are often employed. It doesn’t seem to impact fans in Boston. The
Red Sox fill Fenway Park for both ends of a day-night twinbill and both
games are televised for at-home fans. Even though I’m a traditionalist
when it comes to baseball, I have no problem with the day-night
Q: But as much as I wax nostalgic
about doubleheaders, the last couple I have been to have only had the
smallest remains of the hardcores, whereas in an earlier time, you would
actually have larger crowds for doubleheaders BECAUSE of the promise of
free baseball. My first foul ball caught was in a doubleheader at Shea
in 2008 because there were few people to battle for a well-placed foul.
Do you think people are weary of doubleheaders, despite their rarity, as
being TOO MUCH baseball?
The average fan doesn’t have the time, or the inclination, to sit
through a 7-to-8-hour marathon that is today’s traditional doubleheader,
whether at the ballpark or watching on TV at home (or a favorite
tavern). More importantly, the ballplayers dislike it (hence all the
doubleheader restrictions in the Basic Agreement), managers loathe it
(upsets the pitching rotation and depletes the bullpen), TV networks
hate it (for a variety of reasons), and ownership despises it (teams
need TV and ballpark revenue from all 81 home games to support those
astronomical multi-million-dollar, multi-year contracts they dole out to
ballplayers). In my book, I cite a comment from ownership that they had
concerns about crowd control in a traditional doubleheader—not all the
people coming in, but rather all the people leaving after the first
game. Even the three-hour average length of one Red Sox game tests my
attention span these days; I can’t imagine too many people volunteering
to sit through two consecutive games. If a team needs to increase
ballpark attendance, it’s more effective to give away bobble-dolls or do
some other kind of promotion than to offer a second free game.
Q: When was the last doubleheader
you saw in the flesh? Do you make a point of following them when they
I saw a doubleheader this spring—two
college baseball teams playing at the local minor-league ballpark. It
was a great take and only a four-and-a-half-hour time commitment.
end of the 1980s marked the end of the Mets as a dominating club. After
losing out to the Cardinals in 1987 and losing in a bitter NLCS against
the Dodgers in 1988, their half-hearted run at the Cubs in 1989 pretty
much spelled doom for Davey Johnson. He survived the axe after the ’89
season, but when the team did not get off to a good start in 1990, the
most successful manager in franchise history was fired that May. Never
as much a company man as the front office wanted, the Mets hired the
ultimate company man in Bud Harrelson. They got overachieving results
that first year followed by so much underachieving in 1991 they went in
an entirely new direction and remade the team in the image of a horse’s
ass. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Mets have had three periods of winning records for at least four
straight years: 1969-73, 1997-2001, 2005-08, and the championship era of
1984-90. Seven straight winning seasons is hard to imagine with this
The 1987 season was all about injuries and
one suspension. As well illustrated in the
SNY Documentary (not
to be confused with the
Dockumentary, which saw a splendid
Clubhousepresentation a few days back), Dwight
Gooden fell into the abyss following the ’86 season. The lingering
question following his Triple Crown season of 1985 had been, “What’s
wrong with Doc?” The answer came as the team was just about to break
camp in 1987. The answer was cocaine.
unflappable kid succumbed. He was still an All-Star caliber pitcher for
several years, accruing enough numbers to bump Jerry Koosman out of the
second spot in wins (157-140). Even Tom Seaver (number one in most
categories) was not as dominant or as electric in his his first two
years as Gooden. Kooz in his prime, though, was better and more
consistent than Doc post-1985. You could make the same case for Jon
Matlack, Ron Darling, Sid Fernandez, Al Leiter, and Bobby Jones. Maybe
Craig Swan could be on that list if he had the run support in the 1970s
that Gooden got in the 1980s. Doc and the disappointment of the 1987
season—the Mets finished three games behind the Cardinals but were
eliminated before they finished the season with a three-game series in
St. Louis—set the stage for the dissatisfaction to come.
The 1988 Mets rolled through the final
month and a half of the season, obliterating the NL East and piling up
100 wins. The Mets won 28 of their last 36 games, starting with a sweep
at Dodger Stadium (the opener of which
I was on hand for in Los Angeles). One start after losing to the
Mets, 2-1, Orel Hershiser allowed his final run of the regular season in
his final August start. He then embarked on a record 59-inning scoreless
streak. The Mets scored off Hershiser in the NLCS, but he started three
times and also notched a save to shock New York. Not just the Mets, New
York. Two years after their miraculous October, the biggest question
bandied about by overconfident fans on this new all-sports station, WFAN,
was whether the upcoming World Series would be a repeat of 1986 (Mets
vs. Boston) or
1973 (Mets vs. A’s). It turned out to be a repeat of 1974, with the
A’s taking on the Dodgers—only this time L.A. won in five games.
Mets have won only one division title since 1988, though they have won
the Wild Card twice—a route to the postseason that did not exist in the
1980s. If it had, the Mets would have piled up five more postseason
appearances, and might have won another world championship. Who knows?
But 1988 also marked the end of a Mets tradition: the end of the Banner
1988 schedule had two dots on August 14, with the odd start time of
noon. The Mets would add noon starts times in the decades to follow for
the sake of camps coming to Mets games in the summer months, but never
again would a Mets schedule be printed with the two dots signifying a
scheduled doubleheader. Banner Day became a single-game performance in
1989, with the Mets diplomatically starting the game at 3 p.m., so both
the parade walkers and the parade watchers could gather, along with all
the people showing up around the normal start time of 1:30 and providing
them with entertainment, too. (Today, one needs to get to Citi Field
well before the time any sane person would show up for a ballgame for
the reconstituted Banner Day, which explains the low turnout and the low
interest beyond the hardcores. Maybe if they started the game later or
showed the parade on TV, as they used to, there would be more interest.
But the Mets already know all about drumming up interest in ticket
the end of the 1980s, the doubleheader was on life support. Between 1987
and 1989 the Mets played nine total twinbills (2-0-1 in both 1987 and
’88, and 2-1-0 in ’89), which was as many doubleheaders as the team
played in 1986 (4-1-4). Next time we’ll discuss why the doubleheader
died out with one of the few experts on the subject of doubleheaders.
Delcos Is Back
doubleheaders can wait for now. I want to say a hearty blogosphere
welcome back to John Delcos, the former Journal News beat man for
the Mets, a voter for the Hall of Fame, and a really nice person. Health
issues have laid him low and confined him to a wheelchair much of the
time. We talked on Sunday for the first time in a while and he said he’s
working hard every day to get back to walking into the Mets clubhouse
under his own power.
site and send along any good wishes. And thanks to
Rubin on ESPN NY for letting people know about John—that’s how I
found out. So now we’ve got another comeback to root for in 2015 on top
of David Wright, Matt Harvey, and the Mets, who are a year away from
matching their longest periods without a winning season (1962-68 and
go John and let’s go Mets.
September 8, 2014
1986: Upcoming Book on
Greatest of Years
“1986” to a Mets fan and their ears will prick up. For those who were
there to appreciate it, even the most frustrated among us, 1986
generates a good feeling. For the young’uns who missed what has become
the touchstone franchise moment for a generation two generations,
there can be the feeling that they missed something. Yes, you did, but
at least your team won something, and did so in the most dramatic way
possible. And that knowledge is worth a lot; just ask any fan of the
Rangers, Mariners, Astros, Rays, Padres, Rockies, Brewers, and
Nationals, who have never won a title. And with the 1969 Mets title, our
gang’s two world championships are also more than the Royals, Angels,
and Diamondbacks. Cubs fans have a couple of world championships, but
their drought is at 106 years now, and to the many hardcore Cubs fans
out there, it is painful to say their great-great grandfather wasn’t
even alive when the Cubs last won a title. Look at that, I’ve already
made you feel better than fans of 13 different franchises.
1986 Mets were the envy of everyone else in baseball. They were hated
for their team’s attitude, for their fans’ attitude, and for their
city’s attitude. It was the Mets against the world, representing New
York against the world. And New York of that time was a dirtier,
grittier place. Times Square was not aglow with neon, cops, and
barricades. The Times Square I visited daily during my mid-1980s summers
was awash in strip joints, hookers, and pickpockets. But it was still
the Big Apple, the envy of other safer, smaller, and more boring cities,
the place where many of the smartest and most determined people in other
places flocked to see if they could hack it. New York had a buzz and
wasn’t afraid to catch one, and that was the world where the ’86 Mets
came of age.
going to stop there because that sounds like a passage from a book. I’ve
been in a holding pattern here on the site until I could get together
with my editor at Lyons Press for an as-yet untitled book on the ’86
Mets, due out in 2016, for the 30th anniversary. A new baby, an ’86 Mets
book, will be my seventh Mets book. We can add two halves together to
make eight, if you will, since
Swinging ’73 is about more than just the Mets and
The Miracle Has Landed was an effort I edited with Ken Samelson
with contributions from many writers about the 1969 Mets.
I am proud to have written so much about
the team that has been so heavily on my mind for 39 years. (I wish I was
39—I could call Bartolo Colon my big brother—but truth be told, I came
to the Mets at the relatively advanced age of 10.) I put in my time in
the doleful late 1970s and early 1980s, when the team just plain sucked,
but it was like a penance. All past sins were washed away when I was in
the house for the team’s two walkoff wins against the Astros in the
NLCS—we didn’t call them walkoff wins then, we just called them,
Nightcap: The ’86
Twinbills, Of Course
don’t like regurgitating material if I can help it, so I’m going to lay
down some info I don’t plan on using for the upcoming 1986 book. It’s
about ’86 doubleheaders! You saw that coming, right?
a 108-54 record, the ’86 Mets obviously kicked butt. They had a .667
winning percentage for the season and had the same percentage in
doubleheaders as well, racking up a 4-1-4 mark en route to devouring the
Just to keep you from getting a big head,
we’ll start with the one double loss, on July 26 in Atlanta. It was a
makeup against the same fifth-place Braves team
the Mets had literally beaten up at Shea the previous weekend.
front of 44,000 in the Saturday night rematch in Atlanta, the Braves won
the opener on a walkoff sac fly by Ted Simmons off Roger McDowell. These
things happen, even to the ’86 Mets. In the nightcap, though, Sid
Fernandez, with a 12-2 record and ERA of 2.83 entering the night,
uncharacteristically blew a 3-0 lead. That was followed by an ugly
relief outing by Doug Sisk, who Mets fans continued to get on despite
all the good things the team was doing. The doubleheader loss dropped
the Mets lead to a scant 14 ½ games.
Mets split their first doubleheader of the year, in Pittsburgh on June
6. The Pirates won the opener—the only game the Mets lost to the Pirates
all season. The Mets won the other 17 games between the teams in
’86—including doubleheader sweeps of the Buccos at Shea on June 15 and
October 4, the last Saturday of the season. How do you think you roll up
Mets and Cubs played nine times in 11 days, including two doubleheaders.
The first twinbill—at Shea on July 26—began with Ron Darling throwing a
shutout. In the nightcap, a rookie named Jamie Moyer beat the Mets, 2-1;
just the sixth game of what would be a 696-game career spanning four
decades. The teams split the doubleheader and the series in New York,
but the Cubs won the first two games of the five-game series at Wrigley
the following week. In the Wednesday afternoon twinbill, Dwight Gooden
took a 5-3 lead into the ninth in the opener, but Cubs catcher Jody
Davis hit a two-run homer. Mookie Wilson snapped the tie with a two-run
single in the 12th, and Roger McDowell allowed a run in the bottom of
the inning before finishing off the win. The Mets won by the same 7-6
score in the nightcap when Keith Hernandez bailed out Sisk by starting a
double play on a bunt after the first three Cubs got hits in the ninth.
With Jesse Orosco pitching for the second time that day—with the lefty
coming in to face a right-handed slugger—Jody Davis stayed in the park
Mets took care of the Padres on September 7, with Sisk getting the win
in the nightcap. The Sunday sweep gave the Mets a 10-2 mark for the year
against San Diego, one of five teams the Mets had double-digit wins
against in ’86—the aforementioned Pirates as well as the Cubs, Expos,
the Cardinals, the nemesis of Flushing in the 1980s and the defending NL
champions, lost 12 of 18 games against the ’86 Mets. And that was with
the Mets losing a six-game series to St. Louis at Shea in August.
Earlier rainouts forced the teams to piggyback doubleheaders on Thursday
and Sunday. The first and the last games of the series were the only
games the Mets won. The Mets didn’t need to sweat it. They’d swept the
Cardinals four straight in St. Louis in April and the Cardinals all but
gave up after that. The Mets wound up winning the NL East by 21
a year! I can’t wait to live it once more. I hope you feel that way
about the touchstone year for Mets fans of all ages.
August 9, 2014
Letters to the
I am waiting on word about a matter before
I Doubleheader Dip into 1986. If you have no idea what that previous
sentence means, don’t worry. We are spicing up the dog days of August
with Letters to the Met-idor, our old school way of taking
correspondence from weeks and months ago, from a time where the season
mattered (I know how you feel, I kind of smiled writing that, too), and
presenting it in our editorial page. For your consideration, we trimmed
the tenth edition of this gimmick to three entries.
For a little while
now, I have become a fan of your posts. Maybe because I have been a Mets
fan for nearly 45 years, or perhaps my belief that I might be related to
you (I was born in Hempstead, Long Island, and lived in Oceanside, LI,
until I was 10). From one Silverman to another, I found your writing
quite refreshing as opposed to other Mets blogfare. This particular
piece was especially nice since Montreal was a unique city for Major
League Baseball. My one trip up to the “Big O” gave me a new perspective
on the Expos. However, back in 2001, it just seemed a fait accompli that
this franchise was on life support.
Perhaps Montreal does need a second chance, but I have to take exception
to your post. At the end you commented about Tampa not being a worthy
baseball town. I should know, I live there and have taken the Rays in as
a “second team.” The Rays play across the bay in St. Petersburg.
Possible distant cousin
Thanks for the kind words about the blog. You made my day! Sorry I
stomped on yours with my throwaway line about Tampa. I do think Montreal
is more of a major league city than Tampa, but if Tampa-St. Pete was
good enough for the Mets as home for their spring trainings of 1969,
1973, 1986, and other cool years, I should give it its due as a big
league town. (That time I stopped myself before anything derogatory was
said about St. Lucie—see,
I am learning.)
I think Tampa Bay has a superb
organization—their ability to nurture young talent reminds me of a
latter day Expos—and the Rays are way better than the Expos were at
turning that talent into more talent when it comes trading time. (Carl
Pavano and Tony Armas Jr. for Pedro Martinez. Really, Montreal?)
Joe Maddon reminds me of a new age Felipe Alou,
and I am very glad Maddon does not manage in the NL East. If the Rays
ever let him go, I’d
have him manage the Mets in a minute—as if I am in charge of the
actually only been to Tampa a couple of times, but my last time there
was my once-in-a-lifetime shot of seeing my Arizona Cardinals play in a
Super Bowl, only to have two terrible moments at the end of each half
spoil the fulfillment of my football destiny. But I shouldn’t take that
out on the city when it’s the Steelers fans I should hold a lasting
grudge against. If
this is the moment where you reveal you are also a Steelers fan, I’ll
have to get busy at composing another apology note.
P.S.: In case there is some familial bond
with you or some other lurking Silverman, my provenance: I am from White
Plains, NY. The Silverman side of my family came downstate from the
Syracuse more than a century ago. Of all the people I’ve run into named
Silverman—it is a surprisingly popular name—I’ve never run into any
relations from my clan beyond the ones I already knew. But you are the
first Silverman to write in to the site in the six years since it began.
I just got done reading your bio and it stated you were from High Falls,
New York. Small world, my family owned a cabin in Kripplebush off of
Route 209. I can remember cutting through New Paltz on Route 32 and
taking Route 213 through the town of Rosendale, to 209. My good friend
was Nippy Lasher, who was the Chief of Police in Rosendale in the early
1990s. He has since passed away. High Falls brings back a lot of
memories. Nice job you have done with the Mets archives.
I have lived here since 2000. I drove back and forth for all the Mets
postseason games that year, and 2006. It is a long, arduous drive home
that can be exhausting, especially after a loss, but I wish I could do
it again someday for games that matter. Just about now it seems unlikely
to ever happen again, but time does turn things back around. When the
Mets are good, it is like nothing else.
Ulster County is so pro-Yankee it is
annoying at times, but it is not what I would call hardcore. People seem
more likely to wear a Yankees jacket or hat because it is next to the
door rather than because they are showing their colors. Most people here
don’t pay close attention to baseball. It can be spirit cleansing to
know that when the Mets blow a ninth-inning lead, no one around me cares
one bit. Life goes on. Hope it goes well for you, Scott. Thanks for
P.S.: That was written before the Cub
Scouts pack that serves High Falls chartered—and filled—a bus to take 64
of us Ulster Met-iacs to Citi Field in September against the Marlins.
That’s a lot of Met-itude hurtling Flushing-bound from these parts. I
don’t know if the worm has turned, but September games resume some
meaning when it turns into a chance to brainwash impressionable minds.
Scout shout: Heck, yeah!
Taking The Complete Illustrated History
to New Heights
(Note: This is a condensed version of
an ongoing correspondence.)
I brought your
New York Mets: The Complete Illustrated History to the pre-All
Star Fan Fest last year and brought as my item to get signed. Figured
why not consolidate. It’s a stunning book, anyway. Since that time your
book has impressed, been held by, appreciated, flipped through, and of
course signed by over 30 Mets (players and managers), who are pictured
in the book, including Gooden, Jones, Stawberry, Piazza, Kingman,
Mazzilli, Cone, Kranepool, Staub, Berra, Torre, and of course many, many
I’ve become sort of obsessed... in a healthy way?
I don’t know. I actually brought it to the Mets Welcome Home Dinner
after the excruciating Opening Day loss against Washington) hoping to
get a bunch more, but no former Mets were there that I didn’t already
have. I also missed Darling, Gary Cohen, and David Wright... just
because I didn’t game plan well enough... another story for another day.
The only one I got was Ike Davis on the last page by the pie in his
face. His sad comment, “They really
f#@*ed up putting
me in here, huh?” I felt for him.
The Welcome Home
Dinner was quite somber. Just sort of tepid applause for everything.
Maybe because these people are a certain breed of fan. Like, why no
standing ovation, thunderous applause for David Wright? Was the same
reception for nearly everyone. I don’t know... not the brightest of
starts, but we could go on and on.
I’m not a memorabilia
collector. This is my only thing. I’m not a seller or eBay vendor or
anything like that. I’m a Mets fan (G-d, have mercy on us), and I would
like this book to exist for as long as possible as a record... whatever
that means. I enjoy it. I flip through it. I read it. It makes me feel
connected to the team although I only picked them up in 2002 or so.
Let’s Go Mets. Please win tonight!
You got 30 Mets to sign New York Mets: The Complete Illustrated
History? And you went to the Welcome Home Dinner after the Opening
Day debacle? Walking out of the place that day, I said to my buddy, “At
least I don’t have to go to that dinner. Must be some down faces.” More
power to you.
Your signature project is very cool and
flattering. Makes me really glad I decided to do a 50 Greatest Mets in
the Complete Illustrated History. I used to be a newspaper and
book page designer as well as a writer, so I am kind of picky when it
comes to people laying out my stuff. That book, however, came out better
graphically than anything I’ve been involved in. And the publisher
designed those “cards” from scratch. You are definitely making the most
of that design feature.
July 25, 2014
1984-85: Back in the Land of the Living
a diehard Mets fan in 1984 was like getting a call from a friend to come
over to his house with a couple of other people. When you get there, the
place is already raging. It turns into the party of the summer and it’s
an absolute blast. You get a ride home with a few others in the car of
the girl you always liked. You are the last to be dropped off and she
starts making out with you. She says, “Talk to you later,” and drives
off. You stand in your driveway a little drunk, a little dazed,
wondering, “What the hell just happened.”
is what 1984 was like for a diehard Mets fan.
a college freshman, I contemplated long and hard roadtripping from
Virginia to Cincinnati for the 1984 Mets opener. But after finishing
last five times in seven years, no one else I knew considered going with
me or lending me their car. And I lived in a dorm filled with New
Yorkers. A year later we would have needed three cars to carry
as I returned to my dorm after dinner on Opening Day, I was glad I
hadn’t gone. Opening Day starter Mike Torrez—Tom Seaver had been lost to
the White Sox in a free-agent compensation snafu—had been pummeled by
the Reds, 8-1. That was the last time for six years that missing a Mets
game turned out to be a good idea.
Mets won their next six games and kept on rolling. Overnight, Shea
Stadium transformed from the loneliest place on earth into the place to
be, especially when Dwight Gooden pitched. The rookie sensation was like
having Tom Seaver back. Not the 38-year-old great near the end of his
career. It was like having Seaver circa 1969. And like Seaver circa ’69,
the rest of the league no longer looked forward to facing the Mets.
I am not the only one whose mind keeps turning back to 1984.
Luckily, I got to see the Mets play a lot that summer. I even saw all
four games of the big Cubs series at the end of July. It was the first
time I’d watched every game in a series in person—and I wasn’t alone in
my enthusiasm. Shea attracted 139,000 for the three dates (don’t forget
the Banner Day doubleheader). The Mets won the series opener, a Gooden
gem, in which Ron Cey launched a foul ball straight back at me in the
mezzanine. My head was turned and I spied the ball an instant before it
smacked my shoulder, only to bound 10 rows away. I should have been
incapacitated, but I was immediately needed to clap for Doc to fan the
Penguin. “Heeeee struck him out,” to quote Bob Murphy.
It was the Mets’ seventh straight win,
giving them a 4½-game lead on the Cubs. A year earlier, these
teams had been battling for last place. The Mets won that race
(finishing last, that is). Now the division—no, the world—was upside
down. Were all the literary premonitions of upheaval related to George
That might have explained the month that followed. The Mets embarked on
a seven-game losing streak, won three from the Pirates, and then lost
four straight at raucous Wrigley, including
a doubleheader from hell.
Twelve days saw the Mets drop nine games in the standings.
these weren’t the same Mets I’d grown up being embarrassed by. They
bounced back and remained in contention against a Cubs team with the
league’s best player that year, Ryne Sandberg, and a pitcher even better
than Gooden: Mid-season acquisition Rick “The Red Baron” Sutcliffe, 16-1
as a Cub. Ryno and Rick won the MVP and Cy Young, with Keith and Doc
placing second. The Cubs would meet their Waterloo in San Diego that
fall, but after all those bottom finishes, 90 wins and second place was
good enough in 1984.
Second place in 1985 was not good enough, though. Gooden was even better
in year two. He was unhitable for an entire summer, going 24-4. From May
30 to August 31, Doc won 14 straight decisions. In September, he gave up
two runs—in six starts, all but one of which lasted nine innings. The
Mets lost out to the Cardinals in the final week of the season, dropping
a must-win game by a run in St. Louis in their final roadtrip. The
Cardinals met their Waterloo in Kansas City, dropping the last three
games of the World Series as the Royals stole the world championship. At
least it was close by.
In both 1984 and 1985, I went to Fireworks
Night as well as Banner Day. Plus I sat in the rowdy upper deck for a
twi-night doubleheader both years. Doubleheaders were mostly good to the
Mets, who went 4-3-2 in ’84 and 2-1-2 in ’85. What I take from these
games—besides memories of bedsheet after bedsheet stating that such and
such Long Island burg loves the Mets—is how friendships forged in high
school at Shea Stadium were cemented in college summers by trip after
trip to Shea. Much of our summer job money was deposited directly to
Harry M. Stevens. I am still friends with a few of those guys who
were with me when the team was terrible and then became the toast of the
city in a New York minute. By the fall of ’85, the 98-win Mets were
sitting home, but all dues had been paid.
Stars and Strikes
The 1984 season was the first winning Mets
season since 1976. The Bicentennial Year proved that my 1975 Mets
infatuation was no fluke, fad, or phase. The next season my seven-year
jail sentence began. Before I was thrown in stir, I enjoyed the hell out
of ’76. It was tall ships, Bicentennial minutes, presidential elections,
muttonchops, Elton John, and
Happy Days. It was the last call before disco fever and free agency.
The Oakland A’s didn’t see October for the first time in six years while
the Big Red Machine looked like it would never stop running.
Stars and Strikes
brings it all back with plenty of flourishes
worthy of the age. And he dug deep, riffing on
“Phillies Fever,” a song as annoying as sitting through an
extra-inning loss on a balk. And the only thing more painful than a Ron
Cey foul ball to your shoulder is the
Penguin’s country western crooning in ’76. I also love how each
chapter is named for a ’76 song, even “Baby, I Love Your Way” for the
Acknowledgments. Dig it!
1976 Mets, the last decent Mets team for eight years, is covered
extensively, with enough Dave Kingman coverage to keep us Kong-ophiles
squealing like teenaged girls in the front row of a Peter Frampton
concert. Plenty of other baseball luminaries from ’76 also keep popping
up, like Dock Ellis, George “The Boomer” Scott, Oscar Gamble, and Billy
Martin, with co-starring roles going to Reggie Jackson, Charlie Finley,
Bowie Kuhn, and the man who made ’76 so fun in the first place: Mark
“The Bird” Fidrych. Great year. Great read.
July 23, 2014
+ Starters in Relief = Money’s Worth
weird what happens when you stay up late watching baseball from the far
coast. I love baseball, but my mind wanders easily, especially late at
night. As the Mets-Mariners game progressed, I found myself flipping
channels and watching Keith Olbermann’s program and his interview with
pitcher turned writer/commentator and Olbermann talked about pitching,
quickly getting to the nub of the issue: Pitchers are ridiculously
fragile. Pitching is the key to winning in baseball, as was the case 100
years ago and may be the case 100 years hence. Hayhurst made the point
about Masahiro Tanaka, a pitcher who was perfect last year (24-0) on
five days’ rest in Japan. So he signs an enormous contract with the
Yankees and the routine that helped him be a success is immediately
changed. As Olbermann put it, Tanaka essentially pitched on short rest
every time out this year. So in less than half a year, the
indestructible pitcher is destroyed. See you next year. Maybe.
every time someone brings up the six-man rotation, it is dismissed as
heresy. As Hayhurst noted later in the segment, why not take the one
pitcher who can benefit most from the extra rest and have him pitch
every six days? The Mets did the opposite with Tom Seaver when they
developed the five-man rotation in 1969. He pitched every third day and
everyone else slotted in—Nolan Ryan notably took exception. Because of
the success of the Mets staff, more teams began shifting to Rube
Walker’s miracle rotation cure.
Decades later, pitchers continue to do things the human arm was not
meant to do. And today, more than ever, pitchers have to throw as hard
as they can at younger and younger ages or risk not getting drafted,
signed, or promoted. By the time they get to the majors, their arms are
already taxed. Why not work the system to make their careers last
longer? Right now teams may even be catching a break when young studs
blow out their arms in their second or third year in the majors… because
they are not yet paying the studs the big bucks. If pitchers are going
to be hurt, let them not pitch at a reasonable salary.
Harvey could pen a pamphlet for the thrift-conscious pro athlete: How to
convalesce in Manhattan on $1,661 per day. His daily stipend on a
$660,000 salary sounds good to me, but if he’d pitched another year or
two and then gotten hurt, you’d be adding a zero and more to those
numbers. The idea of having a second Tommy John surgery is becoming all
too common. And there have been pitchers who have had Tommy John surgery
more than twice, including Jason Isringhausen three times and Jose Rijo
The surgeries will likely continue as long as people try to throw
balls through walls.
Because that is why we are here, let’s look at the Mets. With more
pitchers than spots in the rotation once they start promoting the kids
(and can we free Noah Syndergaard from the Pacific Coast League before
he gets hurt in Las Vegas?) why not throw a six-man rotation in New
York? Bobby Valentine tried it. And it does not have to be iron clad for
sall year, but maybe use it during summer when there are fewer days off.
Once you get your head around that, I have a kicker that sounds even
you are going to pay these pitchers so much money and give them extra
rest as starters, why not let them pitch an inning in relief between
starts. I hate to go old school, but this is what the likes of Dizzy
Dean, Walter Johnson, Lefty Grove and others did back when they three
days between starts was deemed a luxury. But back to today, let us say
that a starter throws one inning in relief every other start, or even
every other month. Not only would this keep teams from needing more than
12 pitchers per staff, but it would provide some rest to the most
overused members of the pitching staff: the successful setup man. It
also trains a team’s best pitchers to get big outs late in a
game—something that rarely happens now since pitch counts generally have
aces biting their nails on the bench, watching a failed starter turned
reliever get the final outs for them. Several relief outings per year
might prepare pitchers for the do-what-it-takes-to-win games in October.
The kind of games where you don’t care what the pitcher’s salary is—or
role is—just get the damned out. Though Mets fans can be forgiven if
they have forgotten that such games exist.
not a doctor. I did not run numbers until I was blue in the face. But I
do think a team willing to take a chance—like the Mets 45 years ago—may
get a leg up on the competition by bucking the trend, utilizing an
organizational strength, and training young pitchers to make fewer
starts but impact more games for their club. That’s why they get the big
July 17, 2014
First Half Grades Are In
I don’t know what is harder to believe: That the Mets went 8-2 on their
last homestand or that I spent the All-Star break at a Boy Scout camp,
missing the All-Star Game but catching a lot of rain at Camp Wakpominee. I did,
however, see a good chunk of the
first half of the 2014 season. While the last week before the break was
welcome indeed, the rest of the season often left me indifferent to
the team I have followed for almost 40 years. But enough of that. Let us
think about the last 10 days and get to the report card for the first half of 2014.
But first, know this: The parts are better
than the whole, and I could live with different management. To be
included, players must
accrue 50 at bats or 15 innings. This prevents Josh Satin,
Omar Quintanilla, Taylor Teagarden, Juan Centeno, or Ike Davis (remember him?!) from making me
decide between F or D-.
Andrew Brown, who started and homered on Opening Day, and Matt den
Dekker are included even
though they are one plate appearance shy of 50. Now line up!
First-half 2014 Report Card
to go, All-Star! Pull that average to .310, .360 OBP, don’t get traded,
and maybe get an A.
Jonathon Niese B+
On DL but he was best Mets starter in 1H: 5-4, 2.96 ERA and great
control. Nice, Niece!
Dillon Gee B+
Same grade as first half of last year. Shame that he missed two
months. Mets missed him.
Carlos Torres B+
Done everything asked. Surviving extreme overuse by TC. No starts but 60
IP in 1H is Amazin’!
Hitting .340 (.328 vs. RHP), plays 5 positions. TC, why does kid ride
pine on nowhere team?
not All-Star caliber this year. That Duda and Tejada each have 10 more walks seems odd.
Still not sure why he is here and think he’ll be traded, but Bartolo is
entertaining and effective.
May end up being most important part of pen; downside may be how handles
frequency of use.
Or Black may be most vital
cog in pen. Ridiculous he wasn’t recalled when Parnell hurt on day one.
Stepped in to become decent closer. Made 7 starts, but pen is future.
Fingers crossed on injuries.
Juan Lagares B
Has been injury-prone, but his defense and occasional pop is game
changer with young staff.
Kirk Nieuwenhuis B-
alongside Lagares in OF. Speed, power, defense and is on team with
nothing to lose!
Arrived from minors and has pitched far better than expected. Bad luck
but good arm—and
Lost job to Scott Rice in
’13; replaced Rice with 1.76 ERA while enduring endless TC warmups.
B- Big name, big
comeback after lousy start. Really likes being here and is good
Still don’t think he’s the answer at 1B, but Mets made right call on
Duda over Davis in NY.
Both brilliant and brutal so far in ’14 makes for mediocre grade. Hope
he is the slow starter type.
Like Colon, adds fun and expertise. Shouldn’t have more PA then Nieuwy
and Wilmer combined.
Glad Mets re-signed.
He’s pitched well in pen and rotation. Done everything he’s been asked.
Bold move to demote, but he’s new man now. Catching needs work, but he
is framing master.
Got F for 1H of 2013; only 4 Mets have more PA in 1H. Playing better,
but Ruben’s not answer.
Blame this on management, not player. No reason he shouldn’t be playing
in New York.
Biggest speed threat on team (22 SB), but he just doesn’t get on base
enough (.314 OBP).
Knows his role and does it well. Very good arm and big as a house.
Either whiffs or hits ball hard.
Hate to give bad
grade to ballyhooed kid debuting in NY, but 5.40 ERA and Mets lost all 4
Bounces from front to back
of bullpen. Never know what you’ll get when he comes in.
questionable new Met of ’14. Not good enough to start; doesn’t justify
roster spot or PT.
More was expected after solid ’13. May be bypassed as Mets accrue more
viable OF options.
Matt den Dekker
Not sure if he is going to be worth anything more than pinch hitter and
A 3.18 ERA and 3 saves
gets an F? 3 relief losses plus bad attitude equals good riddance.
Even his 2 saves were
frightening. Felt like Papa Grande allowed 40 HRs not 4 in 20.2 IP.
Team’s ugly record in one-run games (13-20) is on him. Stop
batting the pitcher eighth!!!
Lousy decision to stick team with no backup infielder. Change manager,
get big grade bump.
July 10, 2014
1981-83: Same Crap, Different Decade
You may see the years listed above and
dismiss them as not being relevant, or before your time, but it is all
too relevant—too much like now. This is where the Mets almost lost me. I
was in high school, getting into other things, as kids aged 16-18 have
long done. But I still was on the high school baseball team and the
game—and the Mets—seemed important every spring, at least until they
faded away when summer came along.
It was so much like now it is scary. The
early 1980s Mets were going nowhere, they weren’t interesting, we heard
nothing from ownership, and it did not seem like they would be any good.
Ever. But the Mets were held together by general manager Frank
Cashen—see the post before this one for a tribute to the best Mets GM in
history. The 1980s Mets had players on the farm, and they all stayed on
the farm. All except one.
Tim Leary was the Noah Syndergaard of his
day. Joe Torre was the Terry Collins of his day, the “how has this guy
not yet been fired?” Mets skipper. Somehow Torre talked Cashen into
entrusting the top pitching prospect (the second overall pick two years
earlier) to a team that hadn’t competed since the bicentennial. And
Leary started the third game of the year at frigid Wrigley Field. Leary
mowed down the Cubs for two innings. He even batted in the top of the
third, but after he threw a handful of pitches in the bottom of the
inning, there was a sudden mound conference and he was replaced by Pete
Falcone. The Mets got their rubber game win against a horrid Cubs team,
but they lost Tim Leary. And they lost a lot of games.
I had the chance to go to Mets games and
sit in the same seat each time for the first time in 1981. The tickets
were $5 (including Diamond Club and parking pass) and even that amount
($13.50 in today’s dollars) was a stretch for the product on the field.
I was on hand to see the Mets get shelled by Pittsburgh during a
seven-game losing streak in April, I witnessed a win over the Dodgers
the day after Fernando-mania came to Shea—the last win before embarking
on a nine-game losing streak in May—and I saw Pat Zachry lose to the man
he was traded for, Tom Seaver, in what was the last major league game
for two months.
The 1981 baseball strike was stupid, pointless,
and turned a lot of people off—including me. I had my first job and
followed other pursuits, paying so little attention when baseball came
back that I didn’t realize how close the Mets came to first place in the
convoluted second half until years later while researching
New York Mets: The Complete Illustrated History. You have to
retroactively scan the tea leaves and the boxscores to unearth the split
season race in a thoroughly mediocre NL East, especially since the
Phillies had no reason to play hard after being crowned first half
if it was Class A baseball.
I went to a couple of Mets games late in the year,
but I was really more interested in my brother buying me beer than any
half-assed and soon-to-fade playoff hopes. I’m surprised it wasn’t one
of the dopey sayings on the outside of the stadium: “Underage Drinkers
Welcome.” That might have attracted a crowd. The 1981 Mets didn’t
attract anybody. Shea actually saw the fewest fans in its history in
1981 with 704,244. (The 1979 team, with a few thousand more patrons,
still holds the distinction for fewest patrons for a full season.) So
what if the Mets were 2½-games out on September 21? I would have been a
hell of a lot more impressed if the second half featured a doubleheader
every day to make up for all the games lost by the stupid strike. That
might have given fans their money’s worth.
I believe I’ve done a good job here of
conveying the bitterness of 1981. But 1982 didn’t require a strike to
make me bitter. The Mets disappeared from the standings in June, instead
of the standings disappearing as they had a year earlier. The “By
George, We’ve Got It”was a
double pratfall as George² failed
miserably. Foster and Bamberger brought nothing to Shea, but Shea did
see its highest attendance (1.3 million) since 1976. Still, I had
trouble scrounging up anyone to go see the Mets, missing a 13-4
trouncing of LA when my friend backed out at the last minute. I am still
I did get to a doubleheader in ’82, though
it is the least favorite doubleheader I ever attended. It was a makeup
from the previous night, when a sudden storm cancelled Fireworks Night
but not my plans to paint the town red with my buddy. My furious father
turned the next day into a punitive twinbill, making the family dress in
nice clothes in the sweltering heat to go to the Diamond Club (you used
to have to dress up to go there, though I never understood why). The
games were like a punish assignment, writing 200 times: “THE METS WILL
NEVER WIN A GAME AGAINST THE PHILLIES.”
Of course, the Mets were swept that day.
They were swept an awful lot during that period. The Mets did not sweep
a doubleheader in either ’81 (0-2-3) or ’82 (0-5-6), but ’83 was a
Sure, the Mets still finished last in
1983, but Cashen threw the fans a bone. After bringing back Dave Kingman
and Rusty Staub two years earlier, 1983 saw the return of the Aleksandr
Solzhenitsyn of Mets exiles. Tom Seaver was on the mound for the Mets on
Opening Day. He wasn’t the same Seaver they’d traded away in 1977, but
he made us feel better. If the ’83 Mets played nothing but
doubleheaders, they would have been all right.
The Mets went 4-2-5 in doubleheaders in
1983, the most sweeps by the club since 1971. In one of my favorite
meaningless Mets doubleheaders ever, Jesse Orosco won both ends of the
July 31 twinbill against Pittsburgh. Orosco was the NL’s best reliever
that summer, going 13-7 with a 1.37 ERA and 17 saves in 110 innings. He
made Neil Allen expendable—resulting in the sudden appearance of Keith
Hernandez at Shea.
In that July twinbill against the Pirates,
the first game ended on a walkoff single by Bob Bailor. The second game
saw Jose DeLeon hold the Mets hitless until the ninth inning, and the
game remained scoreless into the 12th. With runners on first and second,
it looked like George Foster had killed another rally by grounding into
a double play, but Jogging George beat the throw to first. Mookie Wilson
never stopped running and crossed home with the game’s only run. It was
the second time in a week Mook had ended a game in such fashion.
The team still finished last (67-94), but
the games were fun for the first time in what felt like forever. And on
the final day of that season, Rusty Staub tied the major league record
for most RBI as a pinch hitter (25) with a two-run double in the bottom
of the ninth that completed a sweep of the Expos. Who won his first
major league game that day? Tim Leary. Sometimes the wait is worth it.
One of my favorite moments at Shea was skipping
school to go see Tom Seaver’s return on Opening Day 1983. If you want to
read one of my earliest posts on this transformative afternoon, go
But the reality is that by 1983 the 38-year-old Seaver was not much
better—and it hurts to say this—than Mike Torrez. Torrez, two years
younger, had more wins—and losses in 1983. Both pitchers were on the
down end of their careers, which helps explain why the Mets finished
last. Plus, even with Rookie of the Year Darryl Strawberry, in-his-prime
Keith Hernandez, the moxie twins Hubie Brooks and Mookie Wilson, and the
best home run (28) and RBI (90) output by George Foster as a Met, the
team still finished at the bottom of most offensive categories.
They also had problems in the manager’s
office. George Bamberger had done a fine job managing in Milwaukee
(1977-80), lifting the Brewers to American League East contenders.
Before that he’d served another AL East team as pitching coach. Working
with Earl Weaver in Baltimore from 1968 to 1977, Bamberger’s pitchers
had 18 seasons with at least 20 wins, including four in 1971—the last
such quartet in baseball history. (Because comparisons by era are fun if
irrelevant, only once since 2008 has there even been a season with four
20-game winners in all of major league baseball.)
But with the Mets, Bambi fell flat on his
face. And when the going got rough, he fell right on his sword. Frank
Cashen’s old friend considered quitting after 1982, but he was convinced
to stay on. So he quit on the team during a rough patch on the West
Coast a week after Memorial Day, 1983. Frank Howard took over and showed
a little more enthusiasm, but Cashen knew the Mets needed someone to
nurture and push the young talent coming up through the farm system. He
chose his organization’s Triple-A manager, someone else from his
Baltimore past, someone who never quit and instilled the same in his
players: Davey Johnson.
July 1, 2014
Farewell Frank Cashen
Cashen, who just died at age 88, was a Mets general manager without peer
and without fear. During his dozen seasons at the helm (1980-91), Cashen
made some bad trades. He also got a little crazy about cleaning up the
clubhouse in the wake of the Dwight Gooden cocaine admission in 1987.
But Cashen rebuilt the worst team in the National League in four
seasons. We are four seasons into the Sandy Alderson era and I just
don’t have the feeling that the wait has been worth it. Of course,
Cashen’s 1983 team looked awful, but that club ended the season with
several players who hadn’t been there when the year began: Darryl
Strawberry, Ron Darling, and Keith Hernandez. Then Frank Cashen hired
Davey Johnson as manager and brought up a whole bushel of new faces.
Reflections of a Mets Life: 1983, written in 2010, I penned a long
overdue thank you note to Frank Cashen that I composed in my head during
1983 following that deal for Keith. I have often been wrong about Mets
trades, either lamenting the exiled who turn out to be expendable, or
overvaluing the guy coming back as a franchise-changing messiah. See:
second basemen, Cleveland, from, Baegra (Carlos), Alomar (Roberto). But
I knew the trade in the summer of ’83 for Hernandez was different. Good
thing Frank Cashen was around to seize it. Thank you again. RIP, Mr.
Desk of metsilverman.com
to express my pleasure and thanks for the acquisition earlier this
summer of first baseman Keith Hernandez. I have been a Mets fan since
1975, getting on board after the good ship Miracle had already returned
from its epic journey, its crew soon scattered or run off the docks by
the Captain Bly, aka M. Donald Grant.
comes from the heart, from Mets fans like myself who couldn’t quit,
wouldn’t quit despite having our noses shoved right in it year after
year by Yankees front runners who have no idea of the meaning of
suffering for the game. Or the joy of the underdog’s cause. Of bleeding
just for a .500 season. I know now the good times are on the way. Not
this year—barring another Miracle. I can actually feel the worm turning.
Ever so slowly, out of view, underground. The minor leaguers are slowly
moving up, getting in their work, making their progress. I can feel it.
You’re really onto something with Mookie in center, Darryl in right,
Keith and Hubie on the corners, Terrell and Lynch in the rotation, and
Sisk and Orosco in the pen. I almost forgot George Foster, who’s showing
a little more life in year two. I remember his 51 home runs in
Cincinnati the year Seaver finished with 20 wins all told with the Mets
and Reds. Oh, ’77. I wish you were here then because you wouldn’t have,
couldn’t have, traded The Franchise and stood for what Joe McDonald
settled for. If you’d been there we’d be on the other side of all that
that’s all right, Mr. Cashen. The Mets are moving forward. I can finally
feel it. Anyone who can get Keith Hernandez, the 1979 co-MVP, last
year’s All-Star Game 7 hero, and the best defensive infielder in the
game besides Ozzie Smith, in exchange for Neil Allen and Rick Ownbey has
to have more magic left up his sleeve. I take back what I yelled out at
Shea in the wake of the Jeff Reardon-Ellis Valentine deal a couple of
graduated from high school a few days before the trade. Thanks for the
gift! I hope you keep Keith around longer than I hung on to the money
clip I got from my family for graduation. And not to sound crass, but I
hope there’s enough in your money clip to keep Keith here. I’m going to
go to Shea as often as I can before I head to school. College means a
new place, a new identity for me, but for once I won’t be ashamed to
admit I’m a Mets fan. I think—I hope—those days are gone. And getting
Seaver back was a wonderful touch. Now we’ll never lose him again.
stunned when I first went to Shea in 1980 and did not see the panels or
hear Jane Jarvis on the organ. Still, it was a relief that the ragged
remains of the once-proud Payson legacy had sold to deep-pocketed Nelson
Doubleday and that energetic developer Fred Wilpon—he played high school
ball with Sandy Koufax, you know.
Cashen, who’d built the Orioles into one of baseball’s best
organizations, was the new GM and the owners blissfully stayed out of
the way. The press did, too—or perhaps they were simply ignoring the
irrelevant Mets. Cashen received little guff for making no major
personnel moves and keeping Joe Torre as manager despite ample evidence
to the contrary. In fact, the press even helped. Rather than dissect the
team’s high-priced marketing campaign with the pessimism it would garner
today, some in the media bought into the hype. I remember sportscaster
Warner Wolf admonishing fans for not coming out to Shea when mid-June
came around and the Mets were not buried in last place. They were in
June 1980 started with four straight
losses, but the Mets then won four in a row—including three straight
against the defending world champion Pirates.
I was at one of those games and saw Frank Taveras try to steal home.
He was out, of course, but the effort floored me. The Mets came from
three runs down to tie the Bucs in the eighth. When Pittsburgh took the
lead in the 11th, three Mets catcher put together the decisive rally
against Bert Blyleven in one of the Hall of Famer’s seven career relief
outings. Back when most teams carried three catchers, we three C’s
started the rally (Alex Trevino), knocked in the game winner (Ron
Hodges), and touched home plate (John Stearns) to send all 13,509 of us
home happy (no one really paid attention to Warner Wolf’s pleas to come
to Shea). As much euphoria as that Saturday win touched off in the
uncrowded expanses of Metsland, the following Saturday’s contest against
the Giants became a touchstone event in the team’s proverbial 40 years
in the desert.
Trailing San Francisco 6-0 in the sixth inning, the Mets came all the
way back, climaxed by a two-out, three-run, opposite-field, walkoff home
run by Steve Henderson. It was the first homer of the year for Hendu—the
cleanup hitter on a team that was lucky to match Roger Maris’s 61 in ’61
(oh, forget about the helpful press; all season the Daily News
ran a graphic comparing the 1980 Mets HR output to Maris’s record
mark—they tied at 61). The Mets hovered around .500 through July—their
43-43 mark on July 17 was the latest the Mets touched .500 between 1977
and 1983. I missed this high-water mark because I was at baseball camp
in Massachusetts, but I did see a good old-fashioned July 4 doubleheader
before I took off.
Shea was hopping as the Mets played the
first-place Expos in a scheduled Friday twin-nighter. The Mets fell
behind 3-0 in the opener, but they rallied and pulled away late. The
Mets hit just one home run, but they stole four bases against Cary
Carter. The ’80 Mets weren’t great fielders, making three
errors—including third baseman(!) Joel Youngblood drilling someone in
the second row with a throw—yet les Expos committed five miscues. Part
of the Mets marketing scheme was special nights and July 4, for whatever
reason, was Twinkie Night. I wish I still had the ring doled out (disclaimer:
not lifesize image), but I sure remember that doubleheader.
Though Montreal took a 2-0 lead in the
first inning of the nightcap, the Mets scored four runs in the bottom of
the frame. After Youngblood’s homer, Bill Gullickson threw at the head
of Mike Jorgensen. A beanball the previous year with Texas resulted in a
blood clot in Jorgensen’s brain and an apparent seizure. It was a
life-threatening situation and his former club handled it the way any
sensitive club would have back in the day—the Rangers traded him to the
Mets. John Stearns, who wasn’t even playing the second game, came
steaming out of the dugout like he was going after a kick returner at
Colorado. He slammed into Gullickson, touching off a wild brawl with
unexpected fireworks on the Fourth. Montreal was on its third pitcher
with none out in the second inning, but Mark Bomback wasn’t great at
protecting Mets leads.
Down 6-5 in the ninth, the Mets loaded the
bases with one out as the 25,000 at Shea—hopped up on Twinkies, no
doubt—made noise like it was
1973. An explosive hurled from the stands landed near Jerry
Morales in the on-deck circle, scaring the hit out of him: He grounded
into a force play at home. Lee Mazzilli was the final chance. Maz took a
good swing at an Elias Sosa fastball and… visions of a doubleheader
sweep, three games out of first on July 4, crowd going wild… and it was
caught by Rowland Office in right field for the final out.
was just another doubleheader split in a 2-4-6 season of twinbills, but
it was the most exciting night I’d spent to that point at Shea. I felt
camp would deprive me of the Shea summer of my life. The magic left
shortly after I did.
Mets’ brief success was unsustainable. In that doubleheader the Mets
scored 14 runs on 30 hits—25 of which were singles. The team with the
fewest homers in baseball couldn’t expect to remain productive with
Elliot Maddox at third base while carrying the lifeless bats of Frank
Taveras and Doug Flynn. Flynn did win a Gold Glove Award that
year, the closest a Met came to any hardware between Tom Seaver’s 1975
Cy Young and Darryl Strawberry’s 1983 Rookie of the Year—new Met Keith
Hernandez won the Gold Glove in ’83 as well.
Torre’s proclivity toward abusing the bullpen hurt the Mets in the
second half of 1980, reaching the 95-loss mark for the fourth straight
year. New York stayed out of the basement thanks to a terrible Cubs
one point the Mets had six walkoff wins in as many weeks, but after
Hendu’s home run the Mets had just one more walkoff win all year and
losing nine such games while making crowds happy in other cities. Though
the Mets hit the million mark in attendance, the last homestand saw them
draw less than 6,000—for a three-game series. Turns out the magic was a
mirage, but those few weeks of
contention in the summer of 1980 were like a cool drink in the Flushing
MOOOOOOOOOOK the BOOOOOOOOOOK!
September of 1980 there was only one reason to watch: The kids. When the
Peter Gammonses of the world say it’s not fair for teams to stock up on
young players in September, it is obvious these experts have not spent
enough time at the bottom of a division.
lineup on September 2, 1980 featured the debuts of Mookie Wilson and
Wally Backman. Two days later Hubie Brooks played his first game. I’m
not going to say I knew immediately that these guys were keepers, but
you could sure smell the potential after the stink of force-fed,
talked-up prospects like Dan Norman, Sergio Ferrer, Butch Benton, and
Jose Moreno (though Jose’s home-drawn card came through quite a few
times in my summer of Strat-O-Matic; I always questioned Hall-of-Famer-to-be
Torre’s in-game managing skills after I Stratted those ’80 Mets to a
.600 winning percentage, on paper).
Though Hubie and Wally were a breath of
fresh air, Mookie was the best of the bunch. He didn’t take pitches, he
just hit the ball hard and ran as fast as any Met until Jose Reyes. Mook
can write, too. He and Erik Sherman have teamed up in the entertaining
and aptly-named book,
Mookie’s book taught me a few things, many of which dealt with his
unhappiness with Mets management in both the past and the present.
Despite being the team’s catalyst and one of the few reasons to go to
the ballpark in the early 1980s, the Mets perpetually sought to limit
his time, often playing him only against lefties—even though the
switch-hitting Mook was a better left-handed hitter (.279-.266). He
didn’t even learn to bat left-handed until 1980, getting the OK from Joe
Torre after Mets brass had told him no. Mookie served as a Maitre’D at a
restaurant near his house during the 1981 strike. And he saw the arrival
of Keith Hernandez in 1983 as crucial for many reasons, not the least of
which the way the world champion and former MVP pumped up his teammates
while telling them what they should do. On a team that had been down for
years, that was huge.
Davey Johnson sought time for guys he’d managed in the minors, it was
Mookie who had the biggest at bat of any Met in history. It couldn’t
have happened to a better guy. Still, Mookie has had several ugly
divorces from the Mets: the stupid trade that sent him to Toronto in
1989; getting fired as first-base coach when Bobby Valentine was let go
(also stupid); and getting canned in another coaching stint as a coach
with the Mets in 2011 after Terry Collins’s first year (stupidest of
all—who needs a homegrown Met and World Series hero teaching your
players how to run and track down flies?). Mook’s unfiltered and
unexpected views may leave you even more frustrated with this team, but
it’s still a fun read from a fun player. Everybody now: MOOOOOOOOOK!
June 17, 2014
My Awkward Date
with Tony Gwynn
was my first time on a major league field. I pitched a story about
Connecticut kid Tim Teufel to one of the newspapers in the chain where I
worked. At the time he was a Padre—one of the last ’86 Mets purged from
the team. The year was 1993, the Mets were supposed to contend, the
Padres were not. Both teams lost 100 games, but in mid-April they were
both around .500 as the Mets kicked off the second homestand of the
Teufel was just about the nicest player I’ve ever come across. When we
met at the batting cage, he was tickled that a paper in the town where
he’d grown up, Greenwich, would send someone to interview him. Having
played in New York for six seasons, he surely had done several stories
from the Connecticut angle. Yet he happily answered each question I
stuttered out. My Westport News buddy Dieter Stanko, who was not
a photographer, but came with me for the momentous occasion to snap a
few photos for the Greenwich News.
I got to the press box, though, I realized there was no story. The tape
recorder had malfunctioned. So much for my first foray into the pro
ranks, and my whopping $50 or so for the freelance piece. Dieter and I
conferred and it was obvious I had to go to the locker room after the
game and interview Teufel again. Oh, God.
The Mets won. That was in itself a miracle given that they would
lose 103 times in 1993. But it complicated my end of the deal because my
first locker room foray would be a losing locker room. It did not seem
like a huge deal as I ran through the rationalizations: “These guys are
pros. They play 162 games a year. It’s only April. They stink. How bad
can one loss be?”
I walked into the visiting
locker room and it was a funeral.
was no other press there because California papers had a late deadline.
I was the only one present who was not the best player on his high
school team. Each second seemed to last an hour. Teufel required
treatment after each game and was in the trainer’s room. So I stood at
his locker, which was next to Tony Gwynn’s. So here I am as nervous as
if I’m about to ask out the prettiest girl in school—the same small
school where I was the ninth-best player. (I am basing this on my spot
in the batting order, though maybe I batted last because our coach had
some Terry Collins genius plan.)
Gwynn had already won four of the eight batting titles he would earn in
his legendary career. He would hit .358 in 1993 yet finish second to the
mile-high air and Andres Galarraga with the brand-new Rockies. So here’s
Tony Gwynn, perennial All-Star, peering at me. Squinting. Ruffling his
lip. Just totally screwing with me without saying a word. And for my
part I can’t even look at him or come up with a thing to say. Even a
puffball line like “I’m doing a piece on Tim Teufel. How is he as a
teammate?” That would have been professional and even made the story
better. Instead I bolted for the back of the clubhouse, past Mike
Scioscia—who, like Tim Teufel, was finishing his career as a Padre—and I
stumbled into the trainer’s room, where even I knew I was totally not
allowed to be. But there was Teufel, finishing his treatment. He had no
problem answering the same stupid questions I’d already asked him.
Though I did get to ask about his two hits against crafty Frank Tanana.
By the time I got to the locker with Teufel, Gwynn was showering. I only
saw the great Gwynn after that from afar, screwing the Mets.
.338 career hitter in a time when strikeouts were acceptable and the
home run was all anyone paid attention to, that is exceptional. And
everyone in baseball I ever mentioned this story to always said he was a
great guy just trying to get me to take the bait. I guess I should have
asked out the prettiest girl in school, too.
I just wish the great Tony Gwynn peace. And I wish I hadn’t been such a
RIP, Mr. Padre.
don’t know if the ages 12 to 14 were supposed to be the best years of my
life, but I can assure you that they weren’t. They did, however, feel
like the longest years of my life, courtesy of the New York Mets. Having
served the time, I will do you the favor of making these entries brief
while also providing an inkling of what the years 1977, 1978, and 1979
were like to endure as a Mets fan. The only positive thing I can say is
at least the Mets didn’t play the Yankees during the season. Playing
them in spring training was bad enough—back when major league teams
traveled coast to coast in Florida without hardship leave. Back in the
1970s I wanted spring training to last forever… I dreaded that the
season had to start at all.
1977: Let’s start
with “This Day In.” On this day in 1977,
I awoke to the headline
telling me my days as a Mets fan had just entered the martyrdom phase. I
can still see my dad eying me as I sat catatonic in front of the
Daily News. I knew the trades could happen, sure, but I never
thought it would happen. And it never should have happened. My two
favorite players—Tom Seaver and Dave Kingman—gone quicker than you can
say “Midnight Massacre.” Talk about doubleheader losses! And while on
that subject, those twinbills sure piled up. The ’77 Mets went 1-6-9 in
doubleheaders, including a sweep at the hands of the Expos in May in
what turned out to be last night of the Joe Frazier managerial regime
(similar to a doubleheader sweep by Montreal in 1975 marking the end of
the Yogi Berra regime). Joe Torre took over the ’77 club and the Mets
played better initially, even getting their lone twinbill sweep—Torre
figuring in the rally in his last appearance as a player-manager. Then
the Mets traded their two best players and it all went to crap. Seaver
and Kingman would return to the Mets in the early 1980s, but by then
they were older and weaker and hope was only a rumor.
1978: By the summer
of ’78 I was getting into music, listening to what my Dad called
“bubblegum music” on WABC or
WNNNNNNNNNNBC (“The Next One”) as soon as the Mets had put a bow on
yet another loss in a 66-96 campaign. The Cardinals spent most of the
year in the basement, but the Mets hit their stride come August and
snagged the basement going away. At the same time the Yankees were
putting together an epic comeback from a 14-game deficit to reach their
third consecutive World Series—and second straight world championship.
Oh, joy. Willie Montanez came to Shea in the four-team dump of Jon
Matlack and John Milner, which was at least more than the Mets got for
tossing Bud Harrelson and Jerry Grote to the curb. The flashy Montanez
made life slightly less dull, and his 17 home runs were the most by a
Met until Kingman came back in 1981. Montanez somehow knocked in 96 runs
for a dead-ass team, Craig Swan led the NL in ERA yet somehow didn’t win
10 games, and Nino Espinosa’s 11 wins led the team for the second
straight year following a decade in which either Tom Seaver or Jerry
Koosman had led the Mets in that department each year. No matter,
Espinosa would be traded the following year. So would Willie Montanez.
Too bad they couldn’t trade them all.
Jerry Koosman threatened to retire if the Mets didn’t trade him. After
going 11-35 in the two years following his 20-win 1976 season, the Mets
couldn’t help but take Kooz’s threat seriously. The final remnant of the
team’s long-gone glory days, Ed Kranepool, called it quits after the
1979 season following 18 seasons as a Met. There were new faces in
Flushing in ’79, but for every scrappy story like Jesse Orosco (acquired
for Kooz) or Ed Glynn (Shea hot dog vendor turned major league
reliever), there was a Frank Taveras (acquired for Tim Foli ) or a
Richie Hebner (the body they got from Philly for Nino Espinosa). Frankie
and the Hacker had both come up through the success-based Pirates
organization and played at Shea with all the passion of a couple of
convicts serving sentences of hard labor. Mets fans saw things the same
way, as just 788,905 came to Shea, the franchise’s fewest patrons in
history (don’t count the ’81 strike year). The ’79 season ended in a
daze of doubleheaders, with the Mets losing four twinbills in five days
in September. The Mets went 2-8-9 in doubleheaders, the first time the
team swept more than one doubleheader since 1974, and it was their
Wrigley rally in the second game of a twinbill the final week of the
year—followed by a doubleheader sweep in St. Louis—that led to winning
their last six games and avoiding losing 100 games. Still, that 63-win
total was the fewest by any Mets team over a full season between 1968
and 1992. Those were the days. Not.
That paltry smattering of Mets fans who
joined me at Shea Stadium in the late 1970s are my muse. I write for
them. I don’t know how many of them are reading, but when I start to
slack off, or do a half ass job on something Mets related, I think about
those diehards suffering alongside me as the Mets got pounded yet again
by the Phillies in their powder blues. And I think about my dad, who
took me to those games, though he was not a fan and had much better
things to do on his day off. When I think about Father’s Day, this is
what I aspire to: Doing what your kid wants, smiling, and sucking it up.
Sort of like the Mets used to suck it up in the seventies. Suck is the
kindest descriptive word I can think of, but don’t ever think no one was
June 6, 2014
1975-76: Lured into the Trap
is where I come in. Where I was asked if I wanted to see the Mets or
Yankees opener in the final hour of school on April 8, 1975, I broke the
fourth-grade class tie by saying Mets, though I had no idea what such an
identification could mean. Next thing I knew I was playing Little
League… and striking out in all but one at bat. But things got worse. I
was scoring Mets games on the street, watching past midnight on our
black-and-white TV, and sneaking into my parents room to watch on the
color set to see how red Rusty Staub’s hair really was. I soon learned
about doubleheaders, too, anticipating their arrival on Sundays—or maybe
Friday—or Tuesday—or whatever day they felt like having them. I soon
learned that sweeps could be great or terrible and splits were your best
bet, but even those could lead to lasting damage.
Mets were at Candlestick Park on a Sunday afternoon, August 24, 1975.
Dave Kingman—oh, how I loved Dave Kingman—had just crushed a home run
with the bases loaded off Jim Barr. I was such a baseball newbie I
thought that “grand slam” referred to the majestic flight of his clout.
The Giants put together a late rally in game one against Jon Matlack—oh,
how I loved Jon Matlack—but Bob Apodaca came out of the pen and finished
the 9-5 win. His seven-out save was not seen as anything stupendous or
heroic, like they’d go on about today. I am not sure Dac even had a
defined role, he just came in when the signal was made by Roy McMillan—I
figured the Mets knew what they were doing when they fired Yogi Berra a
few weeks back. That was quite a leap of faith on my part.
had dinner around the time the second game began. On the mound for the
Mets was Craig Swan, whose last start had come a week earlier at the
first Mets game I’d ever attended. He, I, we won. On that memorable,
overcast afternoon, my Dad let me hold his good Cross pen and showed me
how to keep score. It still feels like I can reach through the clouds of
Flushing (and time), tap that boy on the shoulder, smile, and tell him
he’ll always remember this moment. He turns around, nods, and says, “I
know,” before going back to his scorecard. I can smell my Dad’s cigar,
although he hasn’t smoked since 1980, or been to a Mets game since 1984.
But all that tinted, glossy memory is invaded by a more menacing
baseball reality when I came back from dinner on August 24, 1975: The
Mets are down, 4-0, and they still haven’t gotten a hit.
no-hitter? I’ve heard about these. Nolan Ryan, that guy the Mets traded
for a fistful of Fregosi, threw one for the Angels in ’75. The Mets
never had a no-hitter. (Remember, this is 1975, and Johan Santana is not
yet born.) So, I guess I’m against no-hitters. And I tried everything I
could from 3,000 miles away to will the Mets to hit a little bleeder, or
blooper, or Baltimore Chop, or…
inning, down 6-0, pinch hitter due up. Forget the win, let’s just get a
single. Jesus, Alou! A popup, come on wind, take it. Damn! One out. Del
Unser—oh, how I loved Del Unser—works out a walk. Felix Millan—come on,
Felix!—strikes out. He never strikes out! (Really. He fanned just 28
times all year even while becoming the first Met to play all 162 games
and set the team hits record with 191 hits. No hit here, though.) It’s
up to Wayne Garrett.
“Edward Lewis Halicki, 24 years old out of Kearney, New Jersey. Went to
Monmouth University before being selected by the Giants in 1972. He was
just 1-8 as a rookie last year. Trying to improve to 8-10 this season.”
My mind recreates what Lindsey Nelson or Bob Murphy or Ralph Kiner or
what I might have said into my cupped hand, recapturing the moment later
on my bike through the neighborhood. “Garrett hits a ground ball to
first. It’s grabbed by Willie Montanez. He takes it to the bag. And it’s
a no-hitter. Ed Halicki has thrown a no-hitter against the New York Mets
in his 30th major league start!”
In the 39 years since then,
one other pitcher has thrown a no-hitter against the Mets. But I’m
still pissed off about Ed Halicki. So was Daily News columnist
Dick Young, who took issue on a ball Rusty Staub hit that caromed off
Halicki’s leg that went to second baseman Derrell Thomas, who mishandled
it and was charged with an error. I’d like to say this is the only time
I ever agreed with Dick Young, but I was having dinner when the play was
made/not made. But in a vindictive move Young might have appreciated, I
willed Halicki to have a mediocre career, which he did. Except against
the Mets, whom he went 7-3 against—his best winning percentage against
matter that the Mets embarked on a five-game winning streak, or that,
no-hitter and all, they did split the doubleheader and the series with
the Giants. Or that this was a hell of a lot better than the
doubleheader at Shea where Tug McGraw—the Mets had this guy last
year?!?—won both games in relief for the Phillies. Or that the ’75 Mets
would finish with a winning record, that I would attend my second-ever
Mets game on the final home date of the season, that Dave Kingman—who
played third base (!) in that game—would set a Mets record with 36 home
runs, or that Tom Seaver would strike out 200 batters for a
record-setting eighth straight year, and that Tom Terrific would become
the first righty pitcher to win three Cy Young Awards.
By 1976 I learned more. That just because
Tom Seaver wasn’t winning a lot of games, it didn’t mean that he was
suddenly a bad pitcher. That Jerry Koosman, who won 21—and was jobbed of
the Cy Young—was using up all his Mets luck at once. Speaking of jobbed,
Dave Kingman went from challenging Roger Maris—I thought Hank Aaron had
the home run record?—to not even winning the NL home run crown because
he dove for a flyball and hurt his thumb. Or that the Mets were pretty
lousy at doubleheaders (2-9-12 in my first two years following the
team.) Rest assured,
there is a lot more to 1976 than meets the Mets.
would dwell on 1975 and 1976—winning records and third place both
years—as the Mets sank into suckitude and we shifted from mid- to
late-1970s. Was Ed Halicki’s no-hitter really so bad? Was the Staub for
Lolich trade that disastrous? Was Joe Frazier that lousy a manager? Was
Dave Kingman really worth so much of my affection? The answer to these
and all such questions swirling through my confused teenaged mind was
the same: “Yes. You bet your ass!”
a Mets fan. For the long haul. For freaking ever.
Fight of Their Lives
Since I made my little plug for Dan
Epstein’s treatise on 1976—more on that another time, but there is also
room for a plug
on the thrilling year that was ’73—but I want to stay in 1975. Among
many things going on that year, it was Juan Marichal’s last year.
The high-kicking San Francisco Giant great was as good as any pitcher of
his day. Sandy Koufax burned hot and bright, but his career was short.
Koufax pitched just 12 years—three of those years as a Brooklyn bonus
baby stuck on the Dodgers bench while starting only 17 times. Sandy had
a 165-87 career mark, with just three 20-win seasons, back when wins
were deemed a pitcher’s most important number. Koufax’s top three years,
however, are considered three of the best seasons since the Deadball
Era: 25-5, 1.88 ERA, 306 strikeouts in 311 innings pitched in 1963;
25-5, 1.88, 382 K’s in 335.2 IP in 1965; and 27-9, 1.73, 317 K’s in
1966. He won the Cy Young and a pennant each of those seasons before
retiring abruptly at 30 due to an arthritic elbow. “The Left Arm of God”
Marichal had six 20-win seasons, tying Koufax for the league lead in
1963—one of three years Marichal won 25 or more games. He had a WHIP
under 1.00 four times. But the most amazing fact about Marichal is that
in his legendary 234-win career, he received exactly one Cy Young vote.
Not one Cy Young Award, one Cy Young vote.
Dominican Dandy” also pitched at a time when Latin players were a
serious major league minority; not just in numbers but in the public
attitude. In the minors especially they had to deal with bigoted fans
outraged by their skin color. John Roseboro, an African American catcher
from Ohio, knew this all too well, but even he was surprised by
attitudes in minor league Southern cities. An All-Star catcher who’d
grown up in the Dodgers system, Roseboro was steeped in the
Giants-Dodgers rivalry that had replanted itself in California and grown
even sharper thorns. Every game between them was war.
Roseboro took retaliation into his hands to keep Koufax from being
ejected, he threw the ball back to the mound right behind Marichal’s ear
during an at bat. “The hot-blooded Latin” as the press invariably called
anyone from south of Tijuana, hit Roseboro in the head with the bat. The
blow, opening a cut on the catcher’s head, started a melee and
repercussions that lasted decades.
Author John Rosengren has created a dual
biography of the two men and the incident that linked them in
The Fight of Their Lives. It deals with the players, their
backgrounds, their families, the mid-1960s hostility, and the prejudices
that separated and later united them. It is a powerful and provocative
look at two enemies who became friends after baseball. Curmudgeon
sportswriters, the same ones who had quoted Latin players in pigeon
English while stating stereotypes as facts, did not vote Marichal into
the Hall of Fame in his first year of eligibility in 1981. Two-time Cy
Young winner Bob Gibson, who retired the same year as Marichal and got
into Cooperstown in his first year of eligibility, said Marichal was as
good as anyone he faced.
Leonard Koppett, who covered the Mets in
the New York Times for much of Marichal’s career, wrote, “How
anyone who did vote for Gibson could find a way not to vote for Marichal
is hard to understand…. They were contemporaries and they were
equivalent by any set of standards you want to choose.”
There were 10 other future Hall of Famers who also got shut out in
1981, including no doubter Harmon Killebrew. Gil Hodges finished eight
votes ahead of Marichal in ’81. The
next year Marichal
finished seven votes shy of Cooperstown.
great pitcher invited Roseboro to a charity golf event in the Dominican
and their families spent time together at his home. Roseboro endorsed
Marichal as a friend. Any grudges held by voters now seemed even
sillier. If the guy who got hit in the head in a moment of rage has
forgiven him, why not everyone else?
There. I’ve gone and written a sixth-grade
book report, giving you everything except the ending. But I fully
recommend buying the book for yourself or as a gift for Father’s Day
because there is far more to The Fight of Their Lives than my
wordy spew can disclose. And if anyone judging awards for baseball
writing happens to be out there, I think this book stacks up against
anything I’ve read in recent years, including Rosengren’s
Hank Greenberg: The Hero of Heroes and Hammering
Hank, George Almighty, and the Say Hey Kidabout the 1973
season. We ’73 authors stick together.
June 2, 2014
1972-74: From Funeral to Resurrection to Wake
The years 1972 , 1973, and 1974 are so
different, together they form an arc from low to high to low. The 1973
has been well documented—went from last place to first in the space
of six weeks, but that came in the wake of sudden and tragic loss of the
most important presence in team history.
before the 1972 season was supposed to begin, manager Gil Hodges dropped
dead of a heart attack in a parking lot in St. Petersburg. Watching in
horror were loyal coaches Rube Walker, Joe Pignatano, and Eddie Yost,
all of whom had been with Hodges since he managed the Washington
Senators. He had endured a close call after his first season with the
Mets and had quit his four pack a day smoking habit. He had picked up
smoking again the past two years as he watched the Mets flounder in the
aftermath of the 1969 Miracle. In a moment, Gil was gone.
Berra had not been in that fatal foursome on Easter Sunday. When Yogi
received word a few hours later, he was invited to a meeting where he
would be offered the manager’s job. During this first week of April
1972, the players were on strike, so there were no games. Now there was
also a funeral to plan. And the organization screwed up in every way.
First, the team said it would play Opening Day as scheduled, even though
it was the same days as the Hodges funeral. The strike cancelled the
game, but the organization’s callousness annoyed the players, many of
whom thought of Hodges like a father. Then, while people were leaving
the church after the funeral Mass, Mets officials called reporters to a
press conference where they announced that Berra was the new manager and
that Rusty Staub had been acquired from Montreal for the team’s three
best hitting prospects: Ken Singleton, Tim Foli, and Mike Jorgensen. The
timing of the announcements could not have been worse, and their choice
of Berra as manager instead of farm director Whitey Herzog—who left the
team later that year to embark on a Hall of Fame managing career—can be
second-guessed for four more decades.
the way these things sometimes happen, the team of course excelled out
of the gate under Yogi—for six weeks. The team’s 25-7 start, still as
good a beginning as any Mets team besides the ’86 club, put New York
ahead by six games by May 21. By then, Willie Mays was a Met, finally
pried away from the Giants a decade after the Mets had starting asking
about bringing the Say Hey Kid back where he started as a New York
Giant. The Willie the Mets got was broken down and 41 years not so
young. But rookies Jon Matlack and John Milner were sensational; third
baseman Jim Fregosi was not.
Acquired from the Angels over the winter—at the mere cost of a ready to
blossom Nolan Ryan—the Mets tried to turn the All-Star shortstop into a
third baseman. Fregosi was a flop in New York. And Wayne Garrett, the
third baseman the Mets were so desperate to replace, hit .232 for the
Mets in ’72, the exact same average as Fregosi. Garrett would play in a
World Series the following year. By then Fregosi would be a Texas
Ranger, playing for Whitey Herzog, who had warned the Mets not to make
the trade. Luckily, the Mets made a better trade in the winter of 1973,
dealing Gary Gentry and Danny Frisella to Atlanta for Felix Millan and
it did not look like the Mets had any better chance of making the World
Series in 1973 than the woeful Texas Rangers. After a dive in the
standings around the time Rusty was hurt in 1972, the Mets continued
sputtering for most of 1973. From late May 1972 until late August 1973,
the Mets played .456 ball over a 239-game span. That’s a long enough
period to indicate that a team just isn’t that good. And the ’73 Mets
weren’t… until the end of August. Then all the breaks that had gone
against them since 1969, all the injuries, all the ill fortune,
everything was turned on its head. Again.
spending three years analyzing all things 1973 while writing Swinging
’73, one of the few aspects I have not looked at is their
doubleheaders down the stretch. It is kind of interesting that the ’72
Mets played fewer twinbills but won more (3-1-6) than the ’73 bunch
(2-3-8). What is more important is how the ’73 Mets fared when it
September 3: DH vs. Philly, split, 5½ games out
September 7: DH at Montreal, sweep, 4 games out
September 15: DH vs. Cubs, split, 3½ games out
September 30: DH at Cubs, split, 1 game ahead
October 1 was supposed to be a doubleheader, on the Monday after the
season was to have ended. Rain pushed the Mets and Cubs to play a
twinbill at deserted Wrigley Field. When Tom Seaver and Tug McGraw
teamed up to hold on for a 6-4 win, the Mets’ 24-9 finish pushing the
Mets to the unlikeliest of division titles. Or as unlikely as any
division winner could be after 1969. The second game of that
season-ending doubleheader at Wrigley in 1973 was called due to wet
grounds and a locker room soaked with champagne.
The ’73 Mets pushed the Reds and the A’s,
two 1970s dynasties, to the deciding game in the postseason. How’d it
turn out? Well,
here comes plug number two. (Ya Gotta Believe that with Father’s Day
coming up, you can’t hint enough about a good present for dear old Dad.)
then came 1974. In short, the Mets front office stood pat, acting like
Miracles would just keep falling in their lap. At the end of August
1974, the Mets were in almost the same position they had been in in
1973: fifth place, a 56-71 record, not completely buried at 11 games
out. Then they ran off seven straight wins! Miracle coming? Um, no.
other NL East teams, after watching the Mets vault over them all a year
earlier, pounded the Mets in September of ’74. The Mets lost 20 of their
last 28 games, including a tripleheader disguised as a single game. In
the longest National League game ever played to a conclusion, the
Cardinals beat the Mets on a throwing error by pitcher Hank Webb in the
25th inning. The game featured 25 Mets left on base, Duffy Dyer catching
23 innings, Dave Schneck batting 11 times—making nine outs—reliever
Jerry Cram tossing eight innings, and a dashing young St. Louis sub
named Keith Hernandez going 0-for-1. And you thought this past weekend
in Philadelphia felt long.
Mets’ 2-11-5 record in doubleheaders marked the most times they’d been
swept since 1965 and the first time ever the Mets did not sweep a single
doubleheader at home in a season—and they had 10 chances (0-6-4). Even
Tom Seaver failed to have a winning record (11-11) or an ERA starting
with a 2 for the first time ever (3.20).
91 losses in 1974 were just 12 more than the pennant-winning season of
’73, but it might as well have been 120 more losses. The magic was gone.
And it wouldn’t come back until Mets fans had endured the longest,
bleakest decade of their existence.
Nightcap: The Super
you’ve been reading along in the series so far you really love your Mets
history, don’t you? Well, if you’ve gotten to the bottom of the 25th of
this tale, let me tell you why I’m doing this.
Besides doing something different every year on the site to keep myself
interested and sane, I have to admit I have always had a love-hate
relationship with doubleheaders. I used to dread the idea of losing
them, accepted a split any way it came, and was beyond joy for the rare
Mets doubleheader sweep, even if meant nothing in the standings.
Doubleheaders were a part of Mets life when I grew up, a Sunday ritual.
That’s gone now, brushed aside in favor of more night games and
four-hour games instead of five-hour doubleheaders. Reflecting on these
twinbills brings me some comfort, a reason to keep watching as we slog
through another dark period in Metsdom.
this should be a disclaimer at the front of the piece. There is always
another doubleheader to make that up.
May 26, 2014
Mets Blow Banner
Day (And Not Just Game One)
I’ve been writing about doubleheaders from a historical point of view
this year, I could not resist commenting on the first doubleheader of
2014. And how, from a historical point of view, the Mets screwed it up.
And not just on the field.
not have all the facts because I was away over the weekend—as is often
the case on Memorial Day weekend—so I have yet to see the newly
reconstituted Banner Day in person. And I don’t recall any of the parade
being shown live on SNY. Oh, I know why that is: Because SNY doesn’t
cover Mets game at 11 in the morning! I do not understand how, with a
doubleheader actually occurring on Banner Day, the Mets could not manage
to allow banners to parade on the field between games of the twinbill,
as the team did every year between 1963 and 1988. From what I have seen,
the show-up-at-10-a.m.-on-the-Sunday-of-a-holiday-weekend Banner Day has
attracted about 500 participants—total—since 2012. For the 100 people
who showed up with banners on Sunday, I think the Mets could have
handled this on the fly. But I will give them credit for not sticking
fans with an annoying and unecessary day-night doubleheader against the
worst team in the National League—though that particular distinction
gets more difficult each day.
Even the fan who brought back Banner Day thinks the situation should
be changed, or at least moved to a non-holiday weekend. You can almost
see the people in the meeting about promotion days dealing with Banner
Day in five minutes, figuring, “That’s just the hard core fans. They’ll
come anyway.” I wouldn’t bet on that. Watching this time is no fun.
love to blame that ridiculous decision on Terry Collins, but that
actually be out of TC’s purview. Though I think it would be great if
they put Collins in charge of that department and allow someone
else—anyone else—to make personnel moves after the fifth inning.
May 22, 2014
Miracle Begets Mirage
The Mets began life with four straight
100-loss seasons. So when the Mets won the NL East in 1969, swept the
first NLCS, and beat the Orioles in the World Series, who’s to say it
wasn’t the start of four years of 100 wins? Even the most optimistic
Mets fan, hopped up on
mystic heated wine—or something stronger—didn’t believe that. So
far, we are still at three 100-win seasons since 1962.
To quote a memorable reference from the
film Woodstock, the legendary documentary and triple album that arrived
in theaters and record stores in 1970, the blue and orange had taken the
Coming down after an Amazin’ high, 1969 ended with one of the team’s
most infamous trades: the December ’69 swap with the Royals that cost
them Amos Otis, a soon to be perennial All-Star center fielder, in
exchange for Joe Foy, a third baseman who liked to party more than most
of the 500,000
White Rabbitsat Woodstock.
year 1970 began with the death of the man who made the Otis trade,
general manager Johnny Murphy. Bob Scheffing, a longtime baseball man
who by that point probably enjoyed playing golf more than building a
ballclub, took over as GM. Many of the role players on the Miracle Mets
were dispatched: Ed Charles, Jim Gosger, Bob Heise, Bobby Pfeil, J.C.
Martin, Cal Koonce, Don Cardwell, and Rod Gaspar. Granted, none were
lamentable losses or are much remembered besides the Glider, Ed Charles,
but they were not replaced with the kind of players who could cobble
together career years in unison, like these aforementioned Mets had in
1970 season was unique in that for the first time ever the Mets weren’t
insanely bad, and they weren’t insanely good, they were just mediocre.
It was the first of three straight 83-win seasons, but the ’70 Mets did
have a fighting chance to defend their title. Two doubleheaders in three
days at Shea—sweeping the Expos and splitting with the Phillies—put the
Mets into a first place tie with the Pirates on September 9. They were
still tied with the Bucs—with the Cubs just a game back—when the Mets
won at Jarry Park on September 14. The Mets dropped their next four
games, but a Sunday doubleheader sweep at packed Shea against the Bucs
would have put the Mets back in the thick of the race. Jerry Koosman won
the opener and the Mets rallied from 5-2 down in the nightcap to head to
extra innings. But a home run by Mets nemesis Willie Stargell off Tug
McGraw secured a Pirates split that propelled Pittsburgh to the first of
five division titles in six years. The brief reign of Miracles was
1971 campaign saw the end of the line for bonafide 1969 Mets heroes Ron
Swoboda, Al Weis, and Donn Clendenon. Swoboda’s bad boy attitude and
lack of production had grown tiresome and he was sent to Montreal during
spring training of 1971; Weis, never much of a hitter outside of the ’69
World Series, was just plain done by midseason ’71; and one year after
Clendenon had set a club record with 97 RBI, the 1969 World Series MVP
drove in just 37 runs in ’71. He was released after the season.
the Mets were the team to see, not just in New York, but in the major
leagues. The Mets had the game’s highest attendance for three years
running: 2.1 million in 1969, 2.7 million in 1970, and 2.2 mil in 1971.
This was at a time when National League attendance only counted fannies
in seats, and the Mets had fewer dates because of all the
doubleheaders—though there weren’t as many twinbills as there had been.
The Mets averaged almost 24 doubleheaders per year in the ‘60s, going
36-73-77. The Mets played roughly half as many twinbills as they had a
decade earlier, but they were faring better: 3-2-8 in 1970
doubleheaders, and 4-2-5 in 1971.
Hodges was as respected as any man in the city. Bud Harrelson was an
All-Star in both 1970 and ’71. Tom Seaver was a god. Though the rest of
the rotation had its ups and downs due to injuries and inconsistency
from Jerry Koosman, Gary Gentry, and Nolan Ryan, the Mets had one of
baseball’s best young bullpens with Tug McGraw and Danny Frisella. But
bad things would keep happening in a decade that would turn into a
Mets, the Record
triple album soundtrack that went along with the film Woodstock
was the foundation of many a record collection upon hitting stores in
1970. Another 1970 record is still the most cherished possession among
my attic-bound LPs: Miracle Mets.
should not be confused with The Amazing Mets, which featured the
Mets players signing their no-royalty fee favorites. That album came out
in the fall of 1969, just as the Mets were crowned champions. Though
that record should not be confused with Ya Gotta Believe,
narrated by Curt Gowdy, about the shocking development that resulted in
the Mets winning the 1973 pennant.
Miracle Mets featured the radio calls—real and recreated—by the
triumphant triumvirate of Lindsey Nelson, Ralph Kiner, and Bob Murphy.
It not only features the events of 1969, but for someone who was too
young for the ’69 hoopla to leave an impression, the rainy afternoon in
1978 when I found Miracle Mets in my brother’s record collection
stumbling across a wardrobe that leads to an enchanted land. Time
travel device and history lesson all in one, Miracle Mets also
included a brief history of their predecessors, the Brooklyn Dodgers and
New York Giants, and provided my first hearing of the fabled Russ Hodges
home run call confirming that the Giants did indeed win the pennant.
Anything that got me away from 1978 and thinking about how Craig Swan
was going to pitch a gem that night, and the Mets were still going to
lose. Thirty-six springs later, I find myself longing for a Swannie gem
and spending an afternoon in that room in that house that now belongs to
I found CDs of both
Ya Gotta Believeavailable on CD from Fleetwood Media. Just
frigging now! Both are now speeding their way to me. It is too late for
me to use either to help with the books I’ve
already written on the subject, but they will reside in my car as
anti-drowsiness medication for those late-night drives back from
Flushing. Come down from the attic, boys. Wake the echoes!
May 18, 2014
1969: Miracles Happen
Five years ago, Ken Samelson and I edited the work
of two dozen writers to produce the book
The Miracle Has Landed: The Amazin’ Story of How the ’69 Mets Shocked
the World. I finagled images, read every piece, and wrote
several, including most of the sidebars on everything from the champion
Knicks to the champion Jets to the moon landing to the ridiculous amount
of third basemen churned through by the Mets (41 through 1969). Not
surprisingly, I did a piece on ’69 Mets doubleheaders. I found that a
good part of the Mets’ success—or at least their mojo—came from the
doubleheaders that built up late in the season and helped push the Mets
to the division. They went 6-1-2 in twinbills down the stretch, and, as
a matter of fact, the first time the Mets were ever in first place was
between games of a doubleheader against the expansion Expos on September
Look Who’s Number One! The Mets had been 10 full games behind
the Cubs less a month earlier—and they kept their foot to the floor
until they hit 100… wins.
Having already penned the ultimate 1969
doubleheaders piece, here is a greatest hits package from The Miracle
Has Landed. And the hits don’t come much greater than 1969.
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The doubleheader was a major part of
baseball life four and a half decades ago. No Mets club since
1969 has matched the 22 twinbills the team played that year. The 1962
Mets endured a club-record 30 doubleheaders…and lost 17. The ’69 Mets
went 11‑3‑8 in doubleheaders, more than twice as many sweeps as any Mets
club before or since. The ’69 club earned six sweeps in their last nine
doubleheaders starting on August 16—the day the Mets began the 38‑11
finish that finished off the Cubs and captured in the NL East title.
When the schedule came out before the season, the Mets were on tap
for 13 doubleheaders, including five during the week. Due to rainouts,
the Mets wound up adding nine twinbills to the schedule—a single game
was also moved from St. Louis to New York and played on an off day on
On the subject of days off, the Mets were
slated to have 25 days without a game. This takes into account the four
in-season exhibition games on the schedule: a pair of day trips to play
minor league clubs in Memphis and Tidewater (the franchise’s new Class
AAA team in Norfolk), plus an annual exhibition at West Point and the
Mayor’s Trophy Game (an annual charity contest against the Yankees). The
2014 Mets, by contrast, were rationed 20 off days on the original
schedule—with nary a doubleheader scheduled. Rain has always been the
great equalizer between off days and reality.
Unlike modern day‑night doubleheaders with
separate admissions and several hours between contests, 1960s twinbills
were played one after the other, with a half hour in between. An
exception on the Mets calendar was Banner Day on August 17, as players
cooled their heels for a while longer as fans paraded around the field
with homemade signs declaring their love for the Mets. As happened the
previous day, the Mets swept the Padres when the twinbill resumed.
Here’s how the ’69 Mets fared in double
duty. Results for splits list individual wins and losses in the order
occurred. Sweep means the Mets won both; Lost means the opposite; @
designates a road twinbill—otherwise it took place at Shea Stadium. An
asterisk means the doubleheader was on the original schedule.
*Sunday, April 27
CHI Split: L, W
*Sunday, May 4 @CHI Sweep
Sunday, May 11 HOU Split: L, W
*Tuesday, June 17 @PHI Split: W, L
*Sunday, June 22 STL Sweep
*Tuesday, June 24 PHI Sweep
Tuesday, July 1 @STL Lost
*Friday, July 4 @PIT Sweep
*Sunday, July 13 MON Sweep
*Sunday, July 20 @MON Split:
Wednesday, July 30 HOU Lost
Tuesday, August 5 @CIN Split: L, W
*Friday, August 8 @ATL Split:
Saturday, August 16 SD
*Sunday, August 17 SD
*Tuesday, August 26 @SD Sweep
*Sunday, August 31 @SF
Split: W, L
Friday, September 5
PHI Split: W, L
Wednesday, Sep. 10 MON Sweep
Friday, September 12 @PIT Sweep
Friday, September 19 PIT
*Sunday, Sept. 21 PIT Sweep
Nightcap: 501 Pounds
The Nightcap is an all-new piece, though I
will admit it is long overdue. The book in question, fittingly, was
written by a contributor to the aforementioned book on the ’69 Mets,
The Miracle Has Landed.
As proprietor of the always entertaining
Ron Kaplan’s Baseball Bookshelf, Ron knows baseball books as well as
anyone, which makes it even more gratifying in the way 501 Baseball
Books feels like a homecoming. Several people who worked with me at
Total Sports Publishing are included herein, including John Thorn, Pete
Palmer, Mike Gershman, Gary Gillette, and Dave Pietrusza, all of whom
took care of me, employed me, and provided the occasional tough love
needed for a rookie who’d spent most of his “career” covering high
school and college sports. By the time I was 30, I thought I would never
go pro, much less publish a book under my name. Turns out that honor is
not what it once was—Ron can probably vouch for that after this venture
onto the other side of the page—but I love doing it.
Besides coming across old home week in the
501 Baseball Books’ index, I also found gems aplenty beyond the
usual suspects among the 501; unique efforts like Josh Wilker’s
Cardboard Gods, Marty Appel’s Now Pitching for the Yankees
(another Total Sports book), Peter Richmond’s Ballpark: Camden Yards
and the Building of the American Dream, Jonathon Fraser Light’s
Cultural Encyclopedia of Baseball, Mark Winegarden’s Prophet of
the Sandlots: Journeys with a Major League Scout, Jonathon Mahler’s
Ladies and Gentleman, the Bronx Is Burning, and Josh Leventhal’s
Take Me Out to the Ballpark, as well as many, many others. And as
much as I love books on baseball history, I have a weakness for baseball
novels, which have a far better rate of return than movies on baseball.
I was delighted to see the 501 included Tom Dyja’s Play for a Kingdom
and Eric Rolfe Greenberg’s The Celebrant—the only two novels to
win the prestigious Casey Magazine Spitball Award. Another great novel I
read last year—actually listened to on CD (but that counts, just like
listening to a game on radio counts for having closely followed the
action)—that was likewise more than a book on baseball was Chad
Harbach’s The Art of Fielding. I must admit to jealousy after I
read Kaplan’s disclaimer that the author received a $650,000 advance.
Authors can be a petty lot, but we begrudgingly acknowledge our
I can also acknowledge better days that made the
501. I helped choose and assign essays for editions six and seven of
Total Baseball. Ted Williams: My Life in Pictures was
designed, discussed, and plotted over several days spent at the home of
Todd Radom. And I
worked on Baseball: The Biographical Encyclopedia all day, every
day, for more than a year.
It can be good to relive the glory days, whether
it’s 1969 or my own baseball book miracle. If you want to relive the
Mets’ glory days, the best book in Kaplan’s book that you’ve probably
never heard of is
The Complete Year-by-Year N.Y. Mets Fan’s Almanac, by Duncan
Bock and John Jordan, and put together by Total Sports alum and neighbor
F-Stop Fitzgerald. Kaplan calls it a “must have” even if it is 20 years
out of date. I fully agree. Anytime I put together a list of best Mets
books, this is always in the top 10. And when people ask me the best
compilation of essential baseball books, I will simply say Ron Kaplan
knocked his pitch out of the park.
May 9, 2014
1968: Plenty o’
I’ll start by admitting that my only real
memories of 1968 are splitting my head open in a full-speed collision
with our dining room table, watching
Underdog re-runs on TV, and getting a real dog, Topper. So 1968
is kind of fuzzy in a first-person sense. But you could feel the world
was different with Gil Hodges was in the Mets dugout, even if you didn’t
know what any of that meant.
mind, Gil Hodges is the best manager in Mets history. In four years,
almost as long as Terry Collins has been in charge, Hodges changed the
locker room, became a guiding influence to his players, made these
underdogs believe in themselves, and won a World Series with a team that
wasn’t any more adept at hitting than this current bunch. But you
weren’t supposed to hit in 1968. You were lucky to survive. So was Gil
Year of the Pitcher saw a full-fledged return to the dark ages of the
Deadball Era: Bob Gibson had a 1.12 ERA, Denny McLain won 31 games,
Catfish Hunter threw the first perfect game in an AL regular-season game
since 1922, Don Drysdale tossed 58.2 consecutive shutout innings, the
National League hit .243, the American League batted .230, and Carl
Yastrzemski was the only AL .300 hitter—and he made it by one point.
Pitching was so dominant, even the perennial doormat Mets almost had a
was Jerry Koosman. On a staff with future Hall of Famers Tom Seaver and
Nolan Ryan, Kooz won 19 games and would have won the NL Rookie of the
Year Award if not for Johnny Bench, a revolutionary catcher who captured
a Gold Glove as a rook, but more importantly at the time, the Cincinnati
catcher could really hit—no matter who was pitching. The Mets, on the
other hand, couldn’t hit at all.
The best example of this lack of offense
for this club, which finished last in the NL with a .228 average,
occurred during Gil’s first week on the job. On April 15, 1968, having
already partaken in four shutouts in the first five games, the Mets took
the field at the Astrodome with a chance to go over .500 at the earliest
time in team history. Instead, they broke their own record for the
longest game ever completed, playing a 24-inning game and, of course,
losing. By a score of 1-0. There were 87 shutouts by that score in 1968;
the majority (47) taking place in the National League, which is fitting
since the NL beat the AL in the 1968 All-Star Game… by a 1-0 score. It
was like never-ending soccer matches all by a score of 1-nil—except that
America in 1968 was far more familiar with
Vanilla Fudge than with soccer.
Thirteen times the Mets played 1-0 games in ’68, winning seven. That
meant the Mets were involved in 15 percent of all 1-0 games that year.
Even in the Year of the Pitcher, the Mets had a stellar young pitching
staff. And that’s with Tug McGraw, a veteran of the Casey Stengel and
Wes Westrum regimes in New York, spending the whole season in the minors
(as a starter). The 1968 Mets allowed the fewest hits (1,250), in the
National League, placed second in strikeouts (1,014), and third in WHIP
(1.133). Only the two-time league champion Cardinals exceeded the Mets’
total of 27 shutouts, meaning that the other team did not score in 37
percent of their wins.
course, 22 times the Mets did not score a run. Besides the 24-inning
game in Houston in April—lost on a bad hop—the Mets dropped a 1-0,
17-inning game to San Francisco in August. The Mets were only 2-13 in
extra-inning games in 1968, and just 2-9-11 in twinbills. Twice—yes,
twice—in 10 days the Mets split doubleheaders in which the teams
combined for just three runs in two games: in St. Louis with Bob Gibson
winning the first game, 2-0, and Kooz taking the nightcap by that
popular score of 1-0; and one against the Cubs with Dick Selma winning
the opener, 1-0, and Bill Hands taking the nightcap for Chicago, 2-0.
The Mets also lost a twinbill to the Cubs when they only allowed four
runs in two games and were swept by both the Giants and Braves while
surrendering just five tallies over two games.
Mets lost a lot of close games, but they won many of them as well. Their
63 one-run games—and 26 such wins—proved the most to that point in team
history. For the first time ever, the Mets did not lose 90 games and
they finished ahead of the Astros, their brothers in expansion. (The
1966 Mets also avoided the basement, but the Cubs earned the ignominious
honor of being the first to finish below the Metropolitans.)
should have been a year that ended with pats on the back for a team
finally making real strides. Instead the season ended with Gil Hodges
nearly dying of a heart attack in the Atlanta visiting clubhouse on the
final road trip. Hodges’s health was so tenuous the Mets did not even
know until winter if he’d be able to manage the team in 1969. But of
course he came back. Oh, he managed.
Nightcap: The End of
1968 season was the last of its kind in many ways. Disgusted by a decade
in which pitching became more and more dominant—though it’s funny how
everyone is still in love with Sandy Koufax’s 1960s success all these
years later—the major leagues actually did something about the lack of
offense. They lowered the mound and the strike zone, contemplated other
rules changes that might help offense (a result was the 1973 designated
hitter rule), and added the save rule (which changed game strategy in
several ways, though this took some time). But what had the biggest
effect on offense was letting four expansion teams into the league in
1969, providing jobs to three dozen or so pitchers who otherwise would
be in the minors.
’69 season would also be the first to feature divisional play, so that
made ’68 the last time that the best teams in each league automatically
moved on to the World Series. Though the Series itself was
dramatic—Detroit rallying from a three-games-to-one deficit to beat the
Cardinals—the pennant races were mostly nonexistent (and it was the last
time you could use “pennant race” in its original context, because every
race thereafter would be for the division or, starting in 1995, the Wild
sure if I hadn’t spent so much time sitting on my floor with my dog
watching Underdog (and it was while chasing Topper that I slammed
my head in the dining room table to earn five stitches), I would have
been outraged at this radical change to the game, since, for the record
I have initially been annoyed at the Wild Card, the Wild Card game,
moving teams to other leagues, and adding interleague play to the
everyday baseball schedule. But divisional play created another layer of
postseason baseball that has been remarkably good for the game and ended
the unwieldy 10-teams-for-one-spot setup that baseball had for most of
the 1960s. Though the Mets have benefited from the Wild Card, it’s still
not my favorite.
mostly 1968 meant the Mets could no longer finish 10th, or ninth in a
bumper crop season like ’66 or ’68. Sixth would be the lowest a National
League team could finish from 1969 to 1992, which the Mets managed five
times in one seven-year span known as my adolescence. And the one season
that seventh play was in play in the NL in 1993? By gum, if the Mets
didn’t achieve that.
May 2, 2014
Dip 1965-67: Something
Westrum This Way Comes
the summer of 1965, the World’s Fair was starting to get old… and so was
the Mets’ losing act. In their fourth season in the majors and second
season at Shea Stadium, the Mets were somehow getting worse.
other three teams that came into existence in the early 1960s had seen
improvement. Houston, renamed the Astros in 1965 after moving into their
palatial, groundbreaking dome, lost 97 times but still finished 15 games
ahead of the Mets. The new Washington Senators, led by manager Gil
Hodges, moved up to eighth in a 10-team American League. The Angels won
at least 70 games for the fifth time in as many years of existence—and
given that 1965 was the first year of the amateur draft, California’s
progress was more an accomplishment than it sounds today. Particularly
when compared to the Mets.
Stengel could still get laughs, but losing was starting to grow
tiresome. There were even hints that Casey may have even been on the way
out as ’65 wore down, but Casey wore down instead. Or more precisely,
was on the eve of a doubleheader, of course, with Casey Stengel holding
court with his old pals in town for Oldtimers Day. (Remember when that
a schedule staple, Mets fans?) In the days of highballs and high
living, things get a little hazy about the 1965 reverie, but late on
July 25, a Saturday night (this may be why they played day games on
weekends), Casey broke his hip. He was on the eve of turning 75 and his
doctor told him to hang it up. The decision allowed Casey to enjoy what
would be the last 10 years of his life without the day-to-day travel
that makes big-league baseball the great challenge that it is. And with
Casey moved on, the Mets could move on. At least on paper.
General manager George Weiss, Casey’s boss in the Bronx, Manhattan, and
Flushing, let Stengel name his replacement, no big deal since it was at
first believed that the Ol’ Perfessor might come back. It could have
been Yogi Berra, who’d come to the Mets after being fired as Yankees
manager, and became a Mets coach—but not before nine final at bats (with
two hits). Catcher turned bullpen coach Wes Westrum, who had met Stengel
for the first time two years before at a bar during the All-Star Game,
had recently taken over as pitching coach when player-coach Warren Spahn
ditched the 1965 Mets when he realized he would add little to his lofty
career win totals at Shea Stadium. So just like that, Westrum became the
second Mets manager.
Coming off a .302 “winning percentage” since 1962 with Casey, it is
almost stupefying to report that Westrum was worse. The Mets went 19-49
after he took over, a .283 percentage that was 43 points lower than
Casey’s 31-64 start to ’65.
funny how when you’re bad, those doubleheaders just pile up. Stengel’s
Mets had a 14-41-28 mark in doubleheaders, and doubling up was quite
popular in 1965. On May 24, at Philadelphia’s Connie Mack Stadium, the
Mets finally won a doubleheader on the road, ending a skid dating back
almost exactly four seasons: 25 consecutive road doubleheaders without a
double-dips for the year, the 112-loss Mets went 5-12-7, and that
doesn’t even count two doubleheaders in which the second game ended in a
tie—and had to be replayed… spawning yet more doubleheaders. The last
one was an 18-inning scoreless tie on the last Saturday of the year,
with Chris Short of the Phils and Rob Gardner each throwing 15 shutouts
innings before giving way to the bullpen and the game being called by
Saturday night curfew.
last weekend in May saw a scheduled doubleheader at Shea, with another
twinbill the following afternoon in Chicago, 23 years before Wrigley
Field had the lights that would have allowed for a later start. Imagine
the howl the Players’ Association would make today about that—but the
Players’ Association in 1965 was little more than a trained seal
performing at the owners’ command and eating whatever fish the brass
deigned to toss in the pool. The 1960s was management’s last heyday in
manager of the Mets was an old school type. Wes Westrum, as quiet as
Casey Stengel was outspoken, felt threatened by his 1966 third-base
coach, Whitey Herzog. A Stengel protégé, Herzog came up in the Yankees
system in the 1950s. Herzog was traded so he could play, as opposed to
riding the pinstriped pine. Always great with the press, Whitey gave the
writers far more good stories than Westrum—though I’ve always been
impressed by the comment attributed to Wes: “Baseball is like church.
Many attend, few understand.”
a few more hits falling in and Herzog waving in more runners from the
coaching box, the 1966 Mets scored 95 more runs than in 1965. Though
they again finished last in hitting, the Mets only lost 95 games
and placed next to last in the standings, far and away their best
season to that point. The ’66 Mets were also 5-6-12 in doubleheaders,
the lone time in their first seven seasons that the Mets came that close
to breaking even in twinbills. With Herzog moved up to farm director for
1967, Westrum wouldn’t have to worry so much about losing his chair to
the White Rat. And then things fell apart.
would think that with the dawn of the Seaver Age, the Mets were on their
way, but they took a step backward in 1967. Imagine how bad the team
would have been if not for Seaver? Tom was terrific, going 16-13,
tossing 251 innings, becoming the first Met to win any hardware (NL
Rookie of the Year), and saving the All-Star Game with a scoreless 15th
Mets may or may not have considered dismissing Casey Stengel before he
broke his hip in 1965, but there was no doubt they didn’t want his
successor back for 1968. With the Mets at 94 losses with 11 games to
play in the 1967 season, Westrum quit during the final homestand. That’s
fitting, since no Mets manager since has had a home winning percentage
close to Westrum’s paltry .404… at least until Terry Collins took over.
(But wait, there’s an update on that: Because the Mets improved to .500
at home through 16 games in 2014, Collins’s .428 winning percentage at
home now surpasses Joe Torre’s by half a percentage point. Hooray!)
Salty Parker finished 1967 as manager. As if he were appointed for our
purposes, his first assignment was a doubleheader. The Mets split with
the Astros, thanks to Jerry Buchek having the game of his life with
three-run homers in his final two at bats, including a walkoff blast in
the 10th. The Mets lost their 100th game of the season a few days later
and finished 61-101.
Mets went 4-8-13 in doubleheaders in 1967, including their first
recorded day-night doubleheader—in Atlanta, where two admissions
resulted in a park that wasn’t a third full for either game—and three
straight doubleheaders in as many days at Wrigley Field on Labor Day
weekend; the Cubs won that best-of-seven, 5-2, but Labor Day itself
meant a trip to Cincinnati for a one-game series. (One game can’t
be a series, can it? No matter, they lost.)
For the final week of the ’67 season,
Johnny Murphy came down from the front office, put on a Mets warmup
jacket, and observed the ballclub from the dugout. Mets numerologist
Jon Springer doubts
whether undercover Murphy wore any specific uniform number. When the
next season began, there were fewer players who accepted losing as
easily as they accepted their paychecks. Murphy earned his pay that
fall, staying in Washington D.C. until he worked out a deal to bring
Senators manager Gil Hodges back to New York. GM Bing Devine, who set a
still-standing franchise record by moving 54 players (27 position
players, 27 pitchers) through Shea Stadium in 1967, would go home to St.
Louis about the same time Hodges arrived. Devine took over a world
champion Cardinals club and added another pennant his first year back. A
Fordham product, Murphy had a successful career pitching for the Yankees
and then working for both the Red Sox and Mets front offices. Now he was
a general manager. And Murphy would win a pennant the year after Devine.
when you think these Mets will never get better…
Met About Town
Getting in three seasons of doubleheaders
took a little something out of me. So allow me to slip into a skinny
tie, a fresh suit, and hit the jazz clubs with Tommy Davis.
Tommy D. was cool.
two-time batting champion, Davis came over from the Dodgers after the
1966 season in exchange for fan favorites Jim Hickman and Ron Hunt.
Davis provided offense for a team that was last in runs and was the last
Mets team for 26 years to lose 100 games. Davis finished 10th in the NL
with a .302 average in ’67, but in the
Murphy and Hodges finalized a deal to send Davis, Jack Fisher, Buddy
Booker, and Billy Wynne to the White Sox for Tommie Agee and Al Weis,
both heroes to be at Shea.
It was too bad for Davis. A Brooklyn kid,
he loved living at his mom’s apartment and taking in the jazz scene in
the Summer of Love in Manhattan. He was beginning the itinerant phase of
his career. After eight years as a Dodger, Davis moved on to
nine different teams the rest of his career. He never called New
York home again during a season, and watched from a distance as the Mets
he helped babysit in 1967 became the unlikeliest of champions just two
April 27, 2014
Greg Spira Award
I am proud to
have served as a judge for the second annual Greg Spira Award. The award
is given in recognition of the best published article, paper, or book
containing original baseball research by a person 30 years old or
younger. Winners were announced today, April 27, which would have been
Greg Spira’s 47th birthday.
Greg was a very
good friend and colleague, serving as co-editor with me for all four
editions of the Maple Street Press Mets Annual , plus he was my
neighbor, confidant, and sometime dog sitter. Greg was the one who
pushed Maple Street to include the Mets with the other teams for a
preview magazine back in 2007. And for a while, the Mets had the
top-selling magazine of all the major league teams Maple Street
featured. Greg worked on countless projects with me, and, I just
remembered, he wrote the biography of
The Miracle Has Landed, the most detailed book ever written
about the 1969 Mets. Frisella, like Greg Spira, died far too young. Greg
died of kidney disease in 2011.
A longtime member
of the Society of Baseball Research, Greg was the founder of the annual
Internet Baseball Awards in 1991. He was also an early adopter and a
pioneer in using the Internet to advance baseball analysis, particularly
via Usenet’s groundbreaking rec.sport.baseball group and via
BaseballProspectus.com. Spira later
contributed to many sports books as a researcher, writer, and editor,
including the ESPN Baseball Encyclopedia, the ESPN Pro
Football Encyclopedia, Total Baseball, and Baseball: The
The winner of the
$1,000 first-place prize is Ben Lindbergh, for his
brilliant piece of pitch framing. The article has changed the way I
look at catchers and has made me an even bigger fan of—and forgiver of
the lack of offense so far from—Travis d’Arnaud. Lindbergh is
editor-in-chief of Baseball Prospectus and is so accomplished at such a
young age, I had to double check his age to make sure he was under 30.
He is way under the eligibility limit, as are college students James
Santelli, who wrote about defensive shifts, and Noah Woodward, whose
piece on diminishing pitch movement as games wear on provides validation
for many an early hook for pitchers—it’s not just for pitch counts
anymore. For the full Spira Award press release, and all the links, go
And if you know
any really talented writers who are churning out baseball pieces with
critical analysis and creative thinking, wel open up nominations for the
2015 Award next January.
April 25, 2014
Dip 1964: Fair to Shea
Tuesday night at Citi Field the Mets did not do much offensively, but
hit 1964 extremely hard. In case you weren’t at that game—and there
sure weren’t many in the house—the Mets were taking note of the opening
of Shea Stadium, which was christened 50 Aprils ago. Unlike 1973, which
passed its 40th anniversary with barely a team-sanctioned whisper from
the club the stole the ’73 pennant, 1964 is getting the full treatment.
Never mind that we can’t bring back Shea, which is in stadium heaven
with Forbes Field, Shibe Park, Crosley Field, and all the old gang.
the Mets came into the National League in 1962, baseball was dominated
by old ballparks, many of which had been around since the Deadball Era.
The ballpark the Mets called home their first two years, the Polo
Grounds, belonged to that elder stadium class. When spanking-new Shea
Stadium opened up on April 17, 1964, it was the start of the Mets
establishing a brand of their own, a personality beyond the cuddly team
that New York National League fans liked seeing lose more than they
liked not having a team at all. The Mets would grow up at Shea, even if
it took several years for them to actually start playing like a real
opened the same time as the neighboring World’s Fair, so going to
Flushing was its own doubleheader. You could take in the fair, see the
World of Tomorrow, and then stroll over to Shea Stadium and see the
horrors of today. The Mets went just 33-48 at home their first year at
Shea—ironically, the same brutal record they had in 2013 at Citi Field.
But people were coming to Shea more for ambiance than for baseball in
1964. Yes, I used “ambiance” and “Shea” in the same sentence. Flushing’s
own was state of the art in 1964, the ballpark that others copied—and
screwed up, with half-ass Astroturf replacements for Forbes, Shibe, and
Crosley in the early 1970s.
Shea was named after a lawyer, which sounds like the setup to a joke,
but you needed a powerful attorney on your side to bluff the National
League into thinking New York would rather start a new rival league than
live any longer without a National League team, even if had to call the
threatened enterprise the Continental League. Sure, 1964 could be
confusing. It was, after all, the last year without me on the planet,
so, to paraphrase many a young pup then and now, it couldn’t have been
that important. Never mind that 1964 also saw the American arrival of
the Beatles, the escalation of Vietnam, the election of LBJ, and MLK won
the Nobel Peace Prize.
That is a lot to fathom. Relax. Have an
Old Fashioned, get the smoke out of your eyes, and take a thinking man’s
nap on the couch,
Mr. Draper; we’re playing two.
first doubleheader at Shea Stadium was played on May 10, 1964, a split
with St. Louis that left the 10th-place Mets with a forgettable 6-18
mark. The second doubleheader staged at Shea would be much harder to
forget—or even finish. May 31, 1964 was a Sunday afternoon double-dip
against the Giants. Good weather and the Giants’ return to town brought
out the biggest crowd to date in Shea’s short history: 57,037. That was
the highest attendance that first year at Shea—and remains the largest
New York crowd to ever see the Mets and Giants—an especially big draw in
those days when memories of the New York baseball Giants were still
vivid, and Willie Mays was still as big a star as the game offered. Fans
got to see plenty of Willie Mays that day, even three innings of the Say
The Giants rallied from a three-run
deficit in the opener as Juan Marichal beat Al Jackson, 5-3, in a tidy
2:29. The nightcap would be far from tidy, and it might have also been
over in under 150 minutes if not for those meddling Mets. Instead it
took five hours longer.
Ed Kranepool, who’d played in a minor
league doubleheader the previous day, prior to his recall to New York,
tripled in a run in the sixth to start the comeback from a five-run
deficit. The Mets had trimmed the San Francisco lead to 6-3 in the
seventh when Joe Christopher cracked a three-run homer to tie the game.
And 6-6 it remained for the next 15 innings. By the time Del Crandall
finally broke the tie in the top of the 23rd, Mays had already been to
the infield and back to center field, Kranepool had manned first base
for 32 innings and made 36 putouts, the Mets had turned their
second-ever triple play (to escape a 14th-inning jam), Galen Cisco had
pitched nine innings in relief—only to get the loss, while 25-year-old
swingman Gaylord Perry had tossed 10 innings for the win and discovered
a new pitch: the spitball. (Perhaps that day Shea had run out of
pine tar as well as food.) After that impromptu experiment with
Sunday night baseball, at least the Mets had Monday off.
But if you thought that the 23-inning
nightcap—a major league record for the longest completed game, which the
Mets would later break (twice)—was the only historic twinbill played by
the ’64 Mets, you’d be wrong.
On June 21, 1964, Jim Bunning threw the
National League’s first perfect game since 1880. Bunning, the father of
seven, fittingly tossed his perfecto on Father’s Day. Take a look at the
bottom of the ninth as called by Bob Murphy on WOR-TV. It’s
exhilarating and at the same time a little sad that Murph never got to
try his talents at calling a no-hitter for the home club at Shea.
Mets finally got a hit in the third inning of game two, facing Rick Wise
in his first career start. The Phillies would famously cough up a big
lead in the final week of the ’64 season, but that third week of June
saw them sweep three twinbills from the Mets. Philadelphia handed the
Mets four of the dozen doubleheader downers they endured in ’64. The
Mets did win four twinbills, their best effort yet in double duty. All
the doubleheader wins came at Shea, where the Mets had the
second-highest attendance in baseball at 1.7 million. Not bad for a
109-loss team, though those 53 wins were their best effort yet. Mets
fans would not remain so easy to please.
Met Tells All
The same day the Mets took 23 innings to
lose the second game of one long-ass doubleheader with the Giants, there
was an overlooked debut at Shea: Mr. Met. The papier-mâché head was
donned by Mets ticket department employee
He wore the head from 1964 to 1967, three to four
years being about the length most mascots seem able to endure life under
the mask for bosses who think anyone can entertain the masses. AJ Mass
spent the same number of years as Reilly, donning the “new” Mr. Met
costume three decades later. And he lived to tell the tale in
Yes, It’s Hot in Here.
Mass was hired during the Nickelodeon
theme park period in Mets history in 1994, when the Mets were coming off
a 103-loss season that would have fit right in during Reilly’s early
days with the club. Eventually, Mass ended up in the costume of the
resurrected Mr. Met, who had remained a symbol for the team in the 1970s
and 1980s, but whose personage was not seen in the ballpark from the
1960s to the 1990s. It’s a shame, too, because Mr. Met quickly became
baseball’s favorite mascot, even if the
area around Citi Field has twice the number of Yankees fans as Mets fans.
don’t blame Mr. Met. He was willing to take a bullet for craft and
country, or at least the threat of one during the
last presidential visit to Shea Stadium. Mass had a
good run as Mr. Met until the Mets moved on without him, an occupational
hazard for mascots, it turns out.
In his book just out from Rodale, the
fantasy character turned fantasy writer for ESPN explores mascot life
from the point of view of the man (or woman) in the costume. He talks to
numerous people behind the mask and profiles many birds of a feather,
from the San Diego Chicken to the Pirate Parrot—talk about your costumed
divas! There are lots of minor mascots, and some stories are much better
than others. My favorite is how the Phoenix Suns Gorilla got started as
a singing telegram deliveryman who was sent to a Suns game dressed in a
General Urko suit from Planet of the Apes. He edged out on
the court and started dancing. A ref tossed him a ball and he sank the
shot. Next thing you know he was an NBA institution.
Like the players the mascots help cheer,
most performers don’t get to go out on their own terms. They are
generally treated the way ballplayers would be treated if they hadn’t
formed the strongest union in the land. Because if mascots had a union,
you can bet it would be standard that all costumes come with
cool suits to wear underneath. Then it might not get so hot in
April 18, 2014
Doubleheader Dip 1962-63:
Splitting That First Pair
It was a Sunday, the last Sunday in April
1962, and the Mets took the field at the Polo Grounds against the
Philadelphia Phillies. On that Sunday in Harlem, April 29, 1962, the
Mets were officially baptized into baseball religion: the Church of the
Double-header. The inaugural Mets twinbill brought almost 20,000 people
to the Polo Grounds, the biggest crowd yet to see the expansion
club—home or away. For a team that had lost the first nine games of its
existence and stood 10 games under .500 on the third Sunday of the
season, the underlying feeling seemed to be that with a ballclub this
bad, you’d best get your money’s worth: Two games for the price of one.
There were a lot more offdays in the
1960s, made possible by the doubleheader. Remember, 1962 was the first
year the National League had a 162-schedule—incredibly, the leagues had
so many differences back then that in 1961 the already expanded AL
played 162 games and the NL scheduled 154 for its eight teams. The NL
joined the 10-team route and 162-game schedule in 1962, doing so without
starting the season earlier or ending it later. How did they fit the
extra games in? Doubleheader to the rescue.
Instead of scheduling more Monday and
Thursday games, pushing the limits of 1960s air travel and pushing the
interest of fans to attend additional weeknight games, teams scheduled
twinbills on Sundays. Or Saturdays. Or Fridays. Or Tuesdays. And, of
course, there was the doubleheader that still exists today: the makeup.
Though mercifully, the annoying day-night doubleheader was still decades
away from disrupting players’ and fans’ rhythms for the sake of owners’
At $3.50, the price of box seats at the Polo
Grounds in 1962, baseball was a bargain. As long as you weren’t
expecting much from the Mets. Future generations would maintain these
low expectations, and treat championship teams as benchmarks upon which
life was centered. If you had your ticket for that first Mets twinbill,
you were in for a treat.
The Mets had a record of 2-12, but they
were on a high. The previous afternoon New York’s newest—and
only—National League team had rallied from five runs down in the sixth
inning to knock off the Phillies, 8-6. Frank Thomas, Charlie Neal, and
Gil Hodges homered in succession to make it a one-run game before the
tying and go-ahead runs crossed the plate on the same Chris Short wild
pitch. Suddenly emboldened with the lead, manager Casey Stengel brought
in Opening Day starter Roger Craig, who blanked the Phils for the final
three frames and was awarded his first win as a Met and the first ever
Mets win at home. In a year where Craig would go 10-24 and the team
40-120, it was a good day to be a Met. The next day had the promise of
being even better as the Mets attempted both their first winning streak
Al Jackson, who along with Roger Craig would be a
20-game loser in 1962, took the hill in the opener of the doubleheader.
When the Mets grabbed the lead in the second inning on another Frank
Thomas home run—he would launch 34 in ’62 and hold the club record until
coming of Kong in 1975—the Phillies had to be a little worried. That
worry was well founded as the Mets put together the biggest outburst in
their brief history, a seven-run fourth that broke the previous day’s
record six-run sixth. The Phillies were as responsible as the Mets for
the outburst. Three straight Mets reached on Philadelphia errors, plus
there were two wild pitches, a walk (to the pitcher), a stolen base (by
Elio Chacon), and a home run (by Jim Hickman).
Al Jackson, in his first year of six decades of Mets employment, did
not let the output go to waste. He tossed the inaugural shutout in Mets
history in game one. His 8-0 gem assured Casey Stengel’s
Mets of at least their first split of a series—and a doubleheader. The
Phillies felt far from assured.
Expansion was making its first go round in
70 years in the National League. The Phillies, losers of 107 games in
1961, were no gimmee to finish ahead of the Mets in ’62, or the new
Houston Colt .45s. In reality, the Phillies never had real reason to
worry, they were on an upswing that would see them put together an
unprecedented six straight winning seasons (helped, no doubt, by heaping
helpings of games against a pretty bad Mets team). The 1962 Phillies had
a winning record, finishing 40½ games ahead of the Mets—and the Phils
were a seventh-place team!
No club wanted to finish 10th, but the
Mets obligingly clinched the basement by 18 games. Unlike today, fans
adored them without complaint. Filling the aching void left when the
Giants and Dodgers absconded to the coast, the Mets had jumped through
plenty of political and procedural hoops to get National League baseball
back in New York. And they finished dead last with panache, thanks to
Casey, Choo Choo, Marvelous Marv, and Hot Rod Kanehl, plus a host of
washed-up veterans and exquisitely awful scrubs.
Two early Mets leads disappeared in the
nightcap and Philadelphia cruised to a 10-2 victory. Sherman “Roadblock”
Jones, scratched from the Opening Day start when a lit match-head landed
in his eye, was scratched from the starting rotation after getting
pummeled to fall to 0-4. Even the ’62 Mets had standards.
The Mets played a staggering 30 doubleheaders in
1962, the most in club history. They won two of them before they lost
one! Then they went 1-17-9 in twinbills the rest of the way, being
outscored by 120 runs in those doubleheaders, a distinct brand of
vaudevillian baseball for the
Mad Men age. And they kept New York lively with 17 of these double
features at the venerable, if crumbling, Polo Grounds.
The Mets played 19 doubleheaders in 1963…
and again won three. They once more split 10. Their last doubleheader of
1963, in the final week of the Polo Grounds, was the first-ever Banner
Day. That tradition would last a third of a century, die from lack of
commitment by ownership in the mid-1990s, and revive in the 2010s. Pared
from the doubleheader, however, Banner Day is sort of an orphan without
its built-in audience watching the parade of bedsheets while awaiting
the nightcap of a twinbill. (There were no cell phones then to keep us
so occupied with nothing.)
But we held out hope that Banner Day would
come back and it came true. Now we only have to hope that the Mets will
one day serve banners as the meat of a sumptuous doubleheader sandwich.
Now that would get your money’s worth.
Nightcap: It Only Works in
So this your Doubleheader Dip, a yearlong
look into Mets doubleheaders since the team began. Rest assured, like
most things on this site, I am making it up as I go along—the form, that
is; the doubleheaders are real. Each feature will include two parts,
like any self-respecting twinbill. Welcome to the Nightcap portion of
It starts with me. I remember how a
doubleheader seemed natural from the get-go. Two games in one day? Sure,
why not? So when I was a sports newbie at age 10, I just assumed all
sports included doubleheaders. The Jets game: “It’s Sunday, so why don’t
the Jets and Patriots play another game after this?” It would save on
travel, though they might have to expand rosters.
“Why don’t they have doubleheaders in the
World Series?” My Dad just smiled at that one. Little did I realize that
I’d soon just settle for a World Series game that started before 8 p.m.
Remember when the
Mets were last in Anaheim in June of 2008?
Tuscany tile ring a bell? Yes, Anaheim is where Willie Randolph got
fired. At the time,
Willie got rooked. As I went through the 2008 season in minute
a book with Keith Hernandez, I came to believe that the Mets would
not have stood a prayer in 2008 if not for the managerial change in the
waning days of Shea. The team really responded to the Gangsta, but the
horrible bullpen—the main culprit in Randolph’s firing—undid the good
work by Jerry and friends when it counted in the end. Whatever Manuel
magic there was did not transfer to a new stadium, or even to the
closing of the old one. Something to ponder as you try to stay awake for
the late games from the coast. Funny how Mike Scioscia’s still there,
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Just letting you know I’ll be talking Mets
on Spadora on Sports around 10:20 a.m. on Saturday, April 12, calling in
from Shawangunk Mountains. The syndicated show can be heard from Rome to
Geneva (both New York), as well as several other locales including
Brattleboro, VT, Keene, NH, and a little burg of Boston, MA. Or you can
tune in rye
April 8, 2014
Home Is Where
the Heart Is (Not!)
the first Mets homestand of the season is over and now comes the good
part: the road games. So much for “root, root, root for the home team.”
If you haven’t noticed, there is a verifiable fact about these Mets—they
stink at home.
has nothing to do with the opening 2-4 homestand, though that sorry
display—with a dicey one-run win and a walkoff grand slam keeping it
from being a complete disaster—only adds weight to the argument about
the sorry state of the Mets at Citi Field. But even if we throw out that
first homestand—and don’t we wish we could—Terry Collins’s .424 home
winning percentage is the worst of any Mets manager in the last 46
counting interim skippers and fill-ins, you have to go all the way back
real cliff-dweller,” Wes Westrum, with a .404 winning percentage
between 1965 and 1967, to locate a skipper with a lower percentage in
his Mets career. T.C. also beats out Casey Stengel, who had a .372 home
winning percentage as the team’s first manager and patriarch. Those
early Mets clubs defined mediocrity for New Yorkers and baseball fans
for generations to come. Any time “winning” percentage from those years
comes into a Mets conversation, it is not a good sign. And of the 16
managers who have lasted longer than a year with the Mets, Casey and Wes
are the only ones who gave the home folks such lousy fare. And the
prices were a lot lower and the entertainment options a lot more limited
in the 1960s.
Art Howe (.447) and pre-genius Joe Torre (.428) did a better job at home
than the current Mets manager. The best, you may ask? Davey Johnson
(.635), Bobby Valentine (.576), and Willie Randolph (.574!). Bud
Harrelson (.562) and Jerry Manuel (.555), neither of whom would be
confused with Gil Hodges (.528), ran circles around Collins. And other
than a select season or two, none of them had a murderer’s row lineup.
straight years with a lower winning percentage on the road than at home
is a new franchise record. You could call it a fluke, bad managing, bad
ownership, or bad luck, but the fact that it has only gotten worse since
moving the fences in at Citi Field provides food for thought.
was not always this way. The Mets put together winning home records
their first two years at Citi Field, including a smart 47-34 mark in
2010, which marked the only time the Mets have hit more homers at Citi
Field than the opposition. The 2010 campaign also included a three-game
sweep of the Phillies in which their NL East tormentor (or one of them,
at least) did not score a single run in 27 innings. I recall Phillie
after Phillie stomping back to the dugout that week, pounding bats into
the ground as they failed over and over to reach the vast dimensions of
Citi Field. Then came 2011.
two of the three years under manager Terry Collins and GM Sandy
Alderson, the Mets have had a winning record on the road, which you will
find no complaints about here. At the same time, however, the Mets have
become one of the worst home teams in baseball. In 2011 and 2012 they
were 14th of 16 teams in the NL. After the Astros were swapped over to
the American League—in a move you can ponder while you stay up late to
watch the Mets-Angeles interleague series this weekend—the Mets moved up
to second-to-last in the NL at home in 2013 with a 33-48 mark. That was
the worst home mark not just in Citi Field’s existence, but you have to
go back to the God-awful 1978 season to find the last Mets team to be
more putrid at home over a full season. Nobody wants to go back there.
It has been only two years with the
new Citi Field dimensions, which brought in the fences by about a
dozen feet in the alleys and lowered wall height as well. It may be too
early to assign the fences as the main culprit, especially since the
Mets have the same brand of dreadful offense we’ve been watching since
they moved out of Shea. It is not a great hitter’s park, and probably
never will be, but the problem is since they moved in the fences, the
road teams have looked a lot more at home. Last year, for example, while
going 7-3 against the Mets at Citi Field, the Nationals hit 22 home runs
in 10 games. That is almost half as many homers as the Mets hit in 81
home games. And this was in an off-year by the Nats. The 2013 Mets hit
even fewer longballs at home than during their inaugural year at the
park. (Thanks to
Newsday for the data.)
Mets HR Opp HR Home Rec
2009 49 81 41-40
2010 62 46 47-34
2011 50 59 34-47
65 86 36-45
45 79 33-48
does it all mean? It’s all part of the answer to the everlasting
question: Why don’t the Mets win?
Terry Collins responsible? He doesn’t help. Given the constant financial
crunch in Metsland, he is managing with one hand behind his back, but
when terrible Torborg (.480) and bumbling Bamberger (.478) run circles
around you at home, it’s hard to blame the talent—because those 1980s
and 1990s teams had plenty of players indifferent to winning. On a good
like to blame moving in the fences, but the Mets were getting outclassed
in that department before the walls were touched. (Though I will say the
Giants kept their cavernous dimensions, built around young pitching, and
have won world championships twice since 2010.) Is this Sandy Alderson’s
fault? He has picked up top prospects Zack Wheeler, Noah Snydergaard,
and Travis d’Arnaud in exchange for the team’s best outfielder and
pitcher. The players he has picked up, haven’t made it yet. And the Mets
have no real minor league hitting prospects close to ready for the
majors. While he has shown the ability to trade established stars for
ballyhooed prospects, it may be time to ship some prospects for some
proven players if this situation is ever going to reverse itself.
I look to the past for answers when it
comes to the Mets. And the past tells me that the rough road continues
ahead. How long? I
can only pray it’s not much longer.
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I have you here, next week will start the metsilverman.com doubleheader
special. I will dissect the 450-plus twinbills in Mets history, and
unearth some facts, fun, and as always, hidden heartbreak. Ernie Banks
had a famous motto: “Let’s play two.” When it comes to the Mets and
twinbills, it’s more like, “Lets try not to lose both.” But some Amazin’
things have happened, too, when the doors open for two-for-one fun.
is the sorbet course, the palate cleanser. It comes in following the
first game of the year and April Fool’s Day, to wipe away the
exciting—and in this case, rather bitter—Opening Day flavor. The taste
buds start over as we embark on the often bland period of baseball that
exists between game two and Memorial Day. Titles can be won and lost
during this period, though the winning part would seem to hold true for
the ’86 Mets, not the ’14 Mets. This club will spend most days trying to
shut the barn door after the horse has run out. And then Terry Collins
will open the door again and call in another reliever.
enjoy the sorbet and we’ll be back later with a more substantial course.
Though I have a feeling Bartolo Colon is going to be hungry for more
than a cup of sorbet.
After a long, tough day schlepping to
Flushing to watch the Mets bullpen flush another win away. I came back
home and did something different. I watched the final episode of How I
Met Your Mother. Now I’ve watched the show on many occasions, but only
as a re-run and rarely as a complete show, but after seeing 10 promos
for the final episode during Sunday college basketball, I felt compelled
to watch the last show like I’ve been watching all along. There must be
sniglet for missing the whole series yet catching the finale.
liked the episode and how all the characters ended up. (Others
were not as pleased.) Maybe I should have been watching these past
208 Mondays since 2005. Oh, well, that’s what re-runs are for. Then I
fell asleep and a new show came on.
started with the recurring dream of ball four after ball four, of
borderline calls missed, of unnecessary moves by Terry Collins and a
soundtrack of Jeurys Familia’s downer entrance music. Then it was washed
over by all the happy openers I’ve witnessed since 1983, netting a
record of 16-6. Well, 16-7 now. No shock, the biggest Opening Day
buzz-stomping club with me in attendance is the Washington Nationals, a
team—in case you missed the post below—I really don’t like. Even the one
win I’ve seen the Mets get in a lid lifter against the Nats in 2006
occurred because the umps blew key calls at second and home in the last
two innings, both of which would surely be overturned today through the
time-wasting miracle of replay. But this isn’t about me, it’s about my
Since my dinner was
a microwave burrito washed down with a PBR, the dream got funky
quickly. Like the TV show, it seemingly took me all the way to the end
of the story. I didn’t know where I was at first, but I soon realized I
was on a packed Manhattan street corner. There were floats and cars and
people clad in blue and orange lined up everywhere. I looked around me
and snow was hitting me in the face. Only it wasn’t cold. It was
confetti! I looked next to me and saw a 12-year-old version of myself.
are you doing here?” I say. “When I was your age the Mets not only
finished last, they traded Tom Seaver.”
laughs. “I’m not you…”
can’t hear the rest of what he says because some kid blows a vuvuzela
(image only) right next to my ear. And then the whole crowd breaks
into a chorus of “Wooooooooo!” I even join in. My throat aches as if
I’ve been yelling a lot in recent days. Like all dreams it’s kind of
messed up—I can’t tell how old I am or who the players are, or if this
kid is my son or grandson.
Another blue and orange float comes by and
raised arms appear through streams of confetti. I make out a face clear
as a bell. It’s, it’s… it’s Phil Jackson. The parade is for the Knicks.
I hate the Knicks.
I’ll always love your mother.
Back in Montreal... for a Meaningless Weekend
are certain subjects I have a hard time controlling myself over. One is
celebrating Mets greats and their great teams (but I’ve got medication
to take care of that now). Another is micro-fretting over each Mets move
at the end of the year when every game is crucial (going on memory
here). And the third is the fate of the Montreal Expos.
With the Mets playing two exhibition games
against the Toronto Blue Jays this weekend in their first visit to
Montreal in a decade, plus the release of Jonah Keri’s
new book on the Expos, this Expo-phile is set to burst his Youppi
suit. I’ll manage to keep this shorter than my Expos contemplation in
one this site’s
posts. But I can’t keep it simple.
You see, to me, the Expos do not play in
Washington as the Nationals. The Expos are dead to me. I don’t mean
“dead to me” in a
vindictive way regarding someone who sold me out.
It was the Expos were sold out. Killed, if you want to be dramatic, but
the patient had been sick for a long time. It’s the way the drawn-out,
sorry mess was handled by the commissioner and the other owners who
collectively “owned” the Expos after they let Jeff Loria skate his
responsibilities and handed him the Marlins to ruin. Meanwhile, MLB
treated the Expos like a poor relation whose existence in a tiny
upstairs room in their sprawling mansion sickened them for what it cost
to keep Cinderella alive. And this is a Cinderella version of the story
if she’d bippity-boppity-boo squashed that fairy godmother bug flying
around in the garden. The “Cinderalla
went to Washington: a transformation of
an old hat into a new franchise, a quick (song and) dance, then a
tall stranger swoops in with a glass slipper (in an American
taxpayer-bought stadium), and it is like Montreal never happened, which
the new franchise did by handing out uniform numbers retired by the
Expos and treating the Montreal portion of their history like forgotten
know the answer to any franchise problem has long been the same: “Build
me a new stadium or I’ll go somewhere that will.” But Montreal was not a
Before they moved to Washington after the
2004 season, no major league team had relocated since, well, Washington.
After the 1971 season ended—and
a ninth-inning riot forfeited the RFK Stadium finale to the
Yankees—Texas became the new home of the Senators (the new Senators,
mind you, since the old Senators had moved to Minnesota in 1961). Major
League Baseball then enjoyed a 33-season run without a franchise
relocation. That’s pretty impressive for any sport. The NFL, which saw
unprecedented growth—and greed—in that same span, had six relocations
(including my beloved football Cardinals to the dry heat). The NHL saw
10 teams move between 1971 and 2004. The NBA had 11 relos.
franchise shift is ugly, like the divorce of a family on your childhood
street. You know the kids, the parents, even the pets, and you sit on
the corner helplessly watching the moving van come and take away
everything but the empty shell of a house that remains. I still remember
when P.J. Cotunio moved from White Plains to New Mexico; it must have
been when I was four, in 1969, and I ran down the street crying as the
family pulled out. I never saw him again. I have no memory of the
Miracle Mets—or the inaugural Expos—from that year, but I can still see
P.J.’s car disappearing in a blur of salty tears.
held it together the day I chased the Expos bullpen car for the last
time. I was at Shea Stadium for the Expos game, with my buddy Paul, on
the final day of the 2004 season. It would have been fitting for
Montreal to win, since they defeated those ’69 Mets at Shea in their
first ever game, but I have never rooted for the Mets to lose in a real
game—not even to send me home after freezing (or sweltering) at the
ballpark for far too long, to keep the team from having to destroy their
rotation in order to use someone in an extra-inning emergency, or even
punish the team for making a stupid trade (and there have been many). I
did not root for the Mets to lose that day, even in what was the last
game of the lost Art Howe regime. The Mets managed an 8-1 triumph to
avoid being swept by last-place Montreal.
the ninth inning of that franchise snuffer on October 3, 2004, Paul and
I had inched to the front row in the field level. On the hill was Mets
reliever Bartolome Fortunato. (Remember him? He was sent by Tampa Bay to
“even out” that brilliant
Kazmir-Zambrano deal that was initially applauded by the clueless front
office but soon got the GM and the manager fired.) Fortunato was
pitching to none other than Endy Chavez, pre-Mets folk hero days, and
Endy grounded out to second in the last day of Art Howe, Todd Zeile, and
five other Mets who played that afternoon, not knowing the end of the
game had come for them at the end of the game. It waits for all of us.
guess that brings us to this weekend’s Mets-Blue Jays exhibition series
at Stade Olympique in Montreal. Seems strange that two teams that train
a coupla-three hours away in Florida have to travel 1,500 miles to
another country to play two meaningless games. And the meaningless part
is what gets me.
the Dodgers and Diamondbacks still getting over their jet lag by going
to Sydney, Australia to open the season, why does Montreal get
“exhibition game” status? Clearly, the Blue Jays are not selling so many
tickets where a weekend series against the likes of Tampa Bay (now
Fortunato- and Zambrano-free for a decade) might drum up crowds similar
to the 40,000-plus seats sold for the Mets and Jays.
Evenko, a Montreal company, pushed by
former Expo Warren Cromartie, lobbied MLB to get this series.
According to the
New York Times, there is actually some nostalgia from people
other than me. Quebec kids too young to have seen the Expos are wearing
the tri-color hats around town. The Hall of Fame elections of Gary
Carter and Andre Dawson—both wearing Expos hats on their plaques despite
protests in New York and Chicago, respectively—have led people to
remember the team fondly. A team that 20 years ago won 74 times—in 114
games—before the strike sent the game hurtling into a nuclear winter and
forever marred Montreal’s feelings for the game. I think we can blame
the owners for that, too.
What’s done is done. Let the dead bury the dead, but maybe these
exhibition games will lead to a slow-growing movement and in another 23
years when there is a franchise shift, maybe Montreal makes the short
list of sites to evacuate to. I went to Olympic Stadium once and it does
lack some appeal, though it was any more unpleasant to my taste than
Pittsburgh’s Three Rivers Stadium of that era. And with an Olympic
Stadium Metro stop—and Molson on tap—Montreal was (and is) a hell of a
lot more appealing than Pittsburgh.
Washington got a second chance to have a
franchise, and—thanks to the Expos situation, a third chance. Maybe
Montreal will one day get another shot at les ligues majeures. An
international, continental, and as Keith Hernandez purred today on SNY
"a very classy" city, which speaks two languages and hosts
one of the greatest franchises
in sports—plus ex-Expo mascot
Youppi. It’s a better place for a big-league team
than, say, Tampa. And Montreal has certainly paid its dues.
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Thanks again to Taryn Cooper and her new
the Mets Lounge, for having me on in between Maggie Wiggin and Greg
Prince—and by inclusion called me cool for the first time since, well, I
guess that depends a lot on
what you consider cool. It was good fun and I’m officially
ready for baseball 2014.
Each year around this time, I attach a player to
my current age based on uniform number. It started with number 43 and
sidewinding ’80s Mets pitcher Terry Leach in the
first-ever metsilverman.com post on my 43rd birthday in 2008. We
keep on keeping on with year number six… but let’s not get confusing,
it’s Jon Niese’s Year, number 49. If only his health holds up.
Without Niese, the list of 49s in Mets
lore leads to a frightening alternative: Armando Benitez,
the team’s right-handed saves leader. But if I could leave Armando
out of the top 50 Mets in
Best Mets, I would have gone to a Walt Terrell, Kevin Kobel,
Dyar Miller, or even Don Aase Year before I ever went with Armando. But
thanks for being there and sparing us, Jon Niese.
Previous Years have belonged to the
aforementioned Terry Leach (43), Ron Darling (44), Tug McGraw (45), Neil
Allen (46), Jesse Orosco (47), and last year, the year I couldn’t choose
the lefty with the strong arm and attraction for guns or the southpaw
who’d been a Shea hot dog vendor: My Randy Myers/Ed Glynn Year (48). If
this seems tiresome, the count won’t go on forever. Number 50 in 2015
will be the last year of the exercise of naming my year. The site will
go on past 50—and I surely hope to follow.
This is my first foray into a Year with a
current player. I have liked Niese since he provided much-needed
reinforcements in the ill-fated attempt to end Shea’s run on a less than
agonizing note in September 2008. He made three starts: in two he got
roughed up, but the other was a gem against the Braves in the second
game of a doubleheader after the Bullpen of Death had blown yet another
Johan Santana lead in the opener. The pen would implode again the
following afternoon, but we won’t dwell on that because life is too
short, as these ever increasing uniform number Years keep proving.
Niese has now been around long enough to
become a veteran. If Niese if ever healthy for an extended period, the
Mets might even consider trading him for someone who can hit. Advocating
a trade for my Year-mate is definitely new, but I think his balky elbow,
shoulder, and neck will keep him a Met through my 49th year—or at least
the baseball-playing portion of it. I like Niesey, obviously, but I like
the Mets more, and I will part with anyone if it will help bring about
the end goal: winning a World Series in whatever time I—or any of us—has
left. Not to be macabre, but with the Mets make you feel your mortality,
no matter how many seasons you are on this side, or the other side, of
Considering how many kids my daughter’s age have
four world championships on their pinstriped watch, I think hoping for
one more title in this lifetime isn’t pushing it. But when you think
about the 86 years between champagne drafts for Red Sox fans until 2004,
the 53 years Rangers fans have waited, or the 52 years Astros fans have
endured without a title, you learn to not to assume anything is your
due. As Felix Unger once told an
Odd Couple courtroom, never assume.
We also can’t assume Jon Niese will be
healthy—he’s already missing this year’s Opening Day nod after two
spring training shutdowns. And chit-chat between Gary Cohen and Keith
Hernandez today on SNY did not make it a slam dunk he would pitch the
first time through the rotation in 2014. Only twice has Niese made 30
starts in a season—in 2010 and 2012, so maybe he’s got a Howard Johnson
every other year thing going, and ’14 will come up roses for big, bad
Jon. Despite missing time with a shoulder problem last year, he still
finished .500 (8-8) with a 3.71 ERA for a very mediocre team. After
coming off the DL, he notched his second career shutout—and just his
third career complete game—in his final August start. He allowed more
than three earned runs in only one of his last six starts. And for a
team starved for offense, it’s worth noting that he’s one of the
better-hitting Mets pitchers. He hit over .200 for the second straight
year and knocked in as many runs (four) in ’13 as Mike Baxter, while
batting 15 points higher than
Bax, who already has five hitless Dodgers at bats this season Down
So that’s the Niese story. What can you
expect from metsilverman.com this year?
Plenty of the posting,
Facebooking that is the author’s lot in the modern age—be an
introvert on your own time, they say. Oh, and this Wednesday night,
March 26, I
will be on the
new Taryn Cooper podcast
at 9:20 p.m. with Greg Prince and Maggie Wiggin.
This year promises more delving into the
Metsian past, which I think we all can agree has been far more
interesting than its present during the six-year run of this site.
Though there is no new book from me this
year—the first time that’s happened since 2007—don’t worry, there’ll
still be the
odd book plug to keep you warm and fuzzy on a chilly Citi night.
Last year, my persistent 40 Years Ago
Today posts actually achieved the site’s long-sought goal of more
posts of shorter length. It will be hard to duplicate that in 2014,
but I have a couple of tricks up my sleeve… and two is the buzzword on
the site in ’14.
We will take a fun look at Mets
doubleheaders. Right now, the idea is to look at a few years’ worth of
twinbills per week, with the hard data as one part of the entry,
followed by a nightcap with more story than nuts and bolts. Or I might
swap this order. Or I might do something completely different once I get
going. Like a twinbill, you never know how it will end.
Why doubleheaders? A couple of years ago,
while in the midst of researching a book, I got a note from a reader
asking a simple question: “How many times have the Mets won the first
game of a doubleheader?”
I couldn’t just pick up the media guide and look
up that specific query. I could find out how many wins, losses, and
splits there have been, but that little question sent me digging into
every doubleheader in Mets history. It took up way more than my usual
procrastination time, so I set the project aside. I still need to finish
the research, but it’s ready to be shared with the public. Twinbills
aren’t for everybody, but I’ll keep it lively and interesting. As usual,
the final form of a metsilverman.com seasonal mission will look far
different at the end than it does the beginning. Sort of like the way
the Opening Day Metsies (34-18
and counting) usually looks like an entirely different animal than
the one we see struggling the rest of the year.
But I am glad to be 49, and glad to be
Niese. Now if only I were lefthanded and could throw 90 mph…
Spring Training Opening Post
everyone who has an active baseball website, there is a requirement
announcing the start of spring training games. To be honest, I could
probably live in perpetual winter with the Mets a vague notion as
something past. Then I could move on to other pursuits. Watching the
Mets makes me annoyed far more than it makes me happy—as anyone who has
ever lived with me through a summer will plainly tell you. Even at bats
given away during a blowout win can disturb me. If I wanted perfection
there are many other teams I could have picked. But I am stuck with the
Mets like the dog I picked out because our eyes met for a second and
then we were stuck together for life. The scab from where my dog bit my
hand just healed.
not a fan of the Mets manager; the general manager I truly hope knows
what he is doing; and the owner I wish was as reclusive and as wealthy
as Howard Hughes. The players come and go, come and go. According to the
Mets Database, there have been 968 Mets who have suited up in the
regular season during their 53 seasons. That puts it at sometime perhaps
in 2015 when they will put the uniform on the 1,000th player in
franchise history. Will number 1,000 be a star, a scrub, a journeyman
talent, or a player who will one day jump atop a dog pile of delirious
Mets in a World Series–clinching game? I watch to find out. Something
has to keep me turned on. I could have stopped being a fan 1,000 times,
but why stop now? I might miss something. Or somebody. My dog is curled
up comfortably at my feet,
February 21, 2014
Live and Let Live
February 24, 1980.
My 15th birthday. So long ago that that night Pink Floyd staged one of
their very few performances of
The Wall tour at Nassau Coliseum. (The Wall was performed
just a dozen times in the U.S. after it came out: seven times at the Los
Angeles Forum and five times in Uniondale, starting February 24.) When I
heard a friend from school was going to the show, I was jealous and
envious, thinking that if I had tried using birthday privilege—and using
full-court press guilt on my parents, who were out of town for my actual
birthday—maybe I could have been speeding to the Uniondale for the best
birthday present since my mom made
the best $10 purchase in history and got me both the German and
Japanese G.I. Joes when I turned seven. But I dismissed my
going-to-Floyd fantasy when I realized that it meant I probably would
have missed the gold medal game.
The winter of 1980 was the only time I played ice
hockey. I had to quit partway through the season because my grades
tanked. And besides, I really was a suck-ass hockey player. But I loved
the game. I tried to love the National Hockey League, but it just didn’t
take. The regular season was interesting but meaningless—16 of 21 teams
made the NHL playoffs in 1980—and the postseason went too deep into
baseball season to maintain my interest. But Olympic hockey I love. To
this day I would still rate the 1980 Olympic run at Lake Placid as the
greatest sporting event I have followed other than the 1986 postseason.
I have seen a lot of great postseason baseball, watched all but three of
the last 38 Super Bowls (and even attended one), have followed the NCAA
basketball tournament religiously, and was extremely fortunate to be at
the 2002 Games in Salt Lake and see team U.S.A. win in the flesh. But
1980 grabbed some piece of me that only comes out every four years.
It is obviously great when the Americans have a
gold medalbronze medal consolation
prize-worthy squad, but I still watch the tournament nonetheless. And I
watch despite believing that the Games are a lot better when they don’t
feature NHL players, which is normally the type of stipulation that I
use as an excuse not to watch—such as the Summer Games with NBA
players. But this month I have hung on every play of Olympic hockey (men
and women) regardless of who is wearing what jersey. (It probably helps
that my son plays hockey and I already spend a coupla-three nights a
week at the rink.)
Just the like 1986 postseason, it gnaws on me a
little that I wasn’t there to witness a miracle first hand. Or in the
case of the 1980 Games, see it live on TV. Yes, the most important
Olympic event this side of Jesse Owens vs. Adolf Hitler was not shown
live, even though it was played in the Eastern Time Zone. For reasons I
still cannot comprehend, a game of this magnitude between super power
rivals with the weapon capabilities to annihilate each other 50 times
over, that featured a team of seasoned full-time players against our
amateurs, that was the embodiment of the American underdog story… was
not shown live by ABC. I recall closing my ears and singing a song when
the score came on the news earlier that night.
I actually got through two periods of watching the
game on delay until my aunt called. She said, “Isn’t it wonderful?”
“Isn’t what wonderful?” I responded, knowing full
well what she meant. But my Aunt Gee, who would have turned 100
tomorrow, was the nicest person I’ve ever known, and it was her birthday
that night, so I told her the U.S. beating the Soviets was a great
present and hung up the phone. It made the moment slightly less special,
but I blame TV executives who still pull this same crap three dozen
years later. (Really, NBC? Soap operas instead of USA-Canada hockey?) I
never blamed my aunt for spilling the beans because, ya know, it really
That was the last Friday in February of 1980. On
Sunday, the Americans took on Finland for the gold medal. The team full
of college kids again turned on the drama, falling behind the Fins, 2-1,
after two periods. The result was U.S.A. coach Herb Brooks making the
shortest and most effective locker room speech in Olympic hockey
history. Pardon Herb’s French:
lose this game you will take it with you to your fucking graves." He started to leave
the locker room, but he stopped, turned around, and repeated,
"Your fucking graves.”
The Americans won that day, 4-2, live on ABC from a town 277 miles north
of where I grew up. The host city for the 1932 as well as the 1980
Games, it seems inconceivable that little Lake Placid could twice host
the Olympics—until you spend a little time there, and you realize that
that town is capable of anything. When the movie
came out, with its jubilant crowd scenes recreated on Lake Placid’s
own Main Street, I waited until we were in the town to see it—of course
it was still playing at the Palace Theater
six weeks after it opened—and that sort of made up for the 1980 tape
delay, even though I certainly knew the ending before sitting down for
the movie. Beating the Soviets, and then, with a chance to blow it all,
knocking off the Fins, too, is something I think all of those players,
coaches, and those who followed them, will happily remember to their
dying day. Whether they saw it live or just wished they did.
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As for the timing of
this, here is a piece about tape delayed broadcasting that was written
and then held onto by the author. Proof that networks—and
American hockey players—aren’t
the only ones who can screw these things up.
February 13, 2014
Last Call for
Greg Spira Award Nominees
There are only a couple of days left to
nominate yourself or a deserving young writer for the second annual Greg
Spira Award. Greg, who died of kidney disease at age 44 in December
2011, was a longtime friend, colleague, and co-editor with me for the
defunct but always funky Maple Street Press Mets Annual. Sadly,
the last installment of that preview magazine in February of 2011 was
the last of many projects we worked on together.
There are specifics for eligibility. First and foremost, the nominated
baseball piece needs to have been published online, in print, or
presented between January 16, 2013, and January 15, 2014. The writer
must be under 30 at the time of publication. Nominations must be in by
Saturday, February 15, before midnight. Nominations received before or
after this period will not be considered.
The winner of the 2014 Greg Spira Award will receive a cash prize of
$1,000. The committee will also recognize two additional writers with
awards of $200 for second place and $100 for third place.
The nomination form for the Greg Spira Award can be found at
www.SpiraAward.org. Anyone can nominate a qualifying piece for the
Award, and self-nominations by authors are definitely welcome. Note,
however, that only one entry per author will be considered for the Greg
In order to be eligible for nomination, a piece or book must be about
baseball and must contain original analysis or research. Articles,
papers, and books eligible for consideration include those published in
print or in e-books, those published or posted on the World Wide Web,
academic papers or dissertations, and papers presented at professional
or public conferences.
am honored to be one of the judges. There has already been more
submissions than last year. I look forward to reading the pieces and
helping find a deserving winner. The inaugural Spira Award was presented
to Trent McCotter of Washington, D.C., last year. Dan Farnsworth and
Caleb Hardwick were second- and third-place winners, respectively.
February 6, 2014
speaking about Ralph Kiner, one is tempted to start by saying, “Mets
fans of a certain age”… but with Ralph Kiner, it was Mets fans of any
age. And all of us will miss him.
Kiner was the link to the Polo Grounds to Casey Stengel to Nolan Ryan as
a Met to the Amazin’ Mets to the first dowsing of champagne in the Shea
Stadium locker room. He was on the job when Tom Seaver fanned 10 batters
in a row, he was there when the Mets clinched the unlikeliest of
division titles in 1973, and when they came up just a little short in
Oakland that October. He called Dave Kingman’s mammoth home runs and
declared that he could hit them out of anyplace, “including
Yellowstone.” He might have borrowed that line, as he borrowed the line
that said, “Singles hitters drive Fords, home run hitters drove
Cadillacs.” And he knew plenty about that, having clubbed 369 in just
over 10 years, leading the National League in home runs an unprecedented
seven straight years.
taught me plenty, starting with what the Hall of Fame was. He was
enshrined in Cooperstown the same year I started following the game,
1975. He showed me that baseball was about patience, as the eight years
that followed proved. While waiting for contention, he related stories
about when the team was really bad, in the early days. And Kiner, along
with Bob Murphy and Lindsey Nelson, the longest running trio in baseball
broadcasting history, guided me through the abyss of Mets baseball.
While Lindsey left after the 1977 season, Ralph and Murph stayed. When
Murph moved to radio, Kiner seamlessly took the hand of many new TV
partners. Tim McCarver brought out the true pro in Kiner, and Ralph, in
turn, made Tim McCarver less of a know-it-all and a more human
broadcaster. For a while, at least.
was there when the Mets got good again. His “going, going, it is gone
goodbye” tied once again to home runs with meaning in the National
League East. When the Mets went back to mediocrity, Kiner stayed sharp,
a reminder of the good old days, and he stayed on as the team turned 40
and even 50. The World War II veteran who’d come up with the terrible
Pirates of the 1940s, always let you know that he’d seen worse—and he’d
seen better, too. He knew how to switch gears like a race car driver in
a race that’s run every day, or every couple of weeks as his workload
slowly diminished, by choice.
Kiner’s Korner, the best postgame show of its kind, lasted for
his first three decades of Mets baseball with players fighting over
going on the show—and grabbing the $50 fee. It was hosted by a homer
champ, but it was never a “homer” show—if you just tuned in and didn’t
know the score, you’d immediately know if it was a Mets win if Jerry
Koosman, Ed Kranepool, or Lee Mazzilli were sitting there, or another
“L” if the guest was Willie Stargell, Johnny Bench, or Lou Brock. No
matter who was on the show, they sat in front of a set that though long
gone, but it even made the cut in a 1973 movie filmed at Shea,
Bang the Drum Slowly. Ralph penned
a book that I still have two copies of, and he later authored
bookthat I included in a 2005 Best Baseball
Writing anthology I put together with the late Greg Spira for
Sports Weekly. Yeah, this is where I put my brush with Kiner
wrote the foreword for my first book,
Mets Essential. Even better than that was the book signing that
was set up with him at the Barnes & Noble on Union Turnpike. His driver
got lost and Ralph wound up half an hour or so late. There were tons of
people lined up, and some were getting angry—especially those who
resented that I was there and the Hall of Famer was not. Suddenly Ralph
showed up and everyone applauded. The 300 people were all smiles as they
all got autographs—some of them even wanted mine (after
they secured Ralph Kiner’s signature). I have met a few ballplayers, and
I will say honestly that only Ralph Branca, whom I have known since I
was a child, I would put ahead of Kiner on the good guy chart. Ralph
Kiner and I later did a phone interview for the book,
The Miracle Has Landed, which I am including below.
Before I get to that, though, I want to say that Ralph Kiner taught me
baseball. He and Murph and Lindsey were the ones who filled my mind with
the game and taught me all its intricacies—and in record time. I was 10
when I watched my first game and by 11 there was nothing I didn’t know,
or didn’t want to learn. Channel 9 still gives me a warm glow whenever I
stop on it on TV roulette. The great trio of Murphy-Kiner-Nelson belongs
to the ages now, but they belong to Mets fans first, foremost, and
forever. Ralph Kiner was a great ambassador for baseball, but also a
teacher, mentor, companion, and for a few hours on Union Turnpike, a
friend. But he was that from that first day I tuned him in back in 1975.
And I am sure you feel the same way.
Ralph Kiner, Q &
A (The Miracle Has Landed, 2009)
Kiner was in his eighth season as a Mets announcer in 1969. Kiner, along
with Bob Murphy and Lindsey Nelson, broadcast the Mets their first day
as a franchise in 1962. The broadcasters remained together for 17
seasons—a record for a trio with one team—until Nelson moved on to the
San Francisco Giants after the 1978 season. Murphy remained with the
club, switching to radio full-time in 1982, until he retired following
the 2003 season. Kiner still broadcasts a few selected Mets games per
season in his late 80s (he was born on October 27, 1922, in Santa Rita,
New Mexico—the only man elected to Cooperstown to be a native of that
state). Though Kiner never played for the Mets—he retired at age 32 in
1955 because of a chronic bad back—he is one of the most beloved men in
franchise history. His beloved postgame show was a staple among Mets
fans for two generations. It was dubbed Kiner’s Korner for the
porch in left field at Forbes Field, where he won an unprecedented seven
consecutive National League home run titles (including ties in 1947 and
1952). He hit 369 home runs in just a 10-season career with the Pirates,
Cubs, and Indians. He was elected to National Baseball Hall of Fame in
1975 and to the Mets Hall of Fame in 1984.
took time in September 2007, two months after Ralph Kiner Night at Shea
Stadium, to talk about the 1969 Mets and how things were handled in the
Maple Street Press: In 1968 did you feel there was something
changing about the team, or was it something you didn’t really see until
Ralph Kiner: They had acquired both Koosman and Seaver by then.
Ironically, they got them by happenstance. Seaver was originally signed
by the Atlanta Braves and he was signed through a technicality. [It was
done] illegally and they would not honor the signing. They put his name
in a hat and there were three teams trying to get Seaver [in the special
lottery set up by commissioner William Eckert in 1966]. One was
Philadelphia, the other was Cleveland, and the Mets. And the Mets drew
his name out of the hat.
Koosman was also going to be released by the Mets [in the minor
leagues], but he owed them some money for a used car and Joe McDonald,
who was running the farm system, said let’s keep him around for another
month and get our money and then let him go. He ended up having a good
month in the minors, so they didn’t let him go and so he stayed with the
Mets and of course he was part of that real good pitching staff they had
and at that time.
idea was that pitching was the way to build a club and that’s basically
how they came to have such good pitching. In ’68 they had quite a few
shutouts [25, second-most in the major leagues]. It was an abnormal
amount of shutouts for a team that wasn’t winning, but they pitched very
well. Then in ’69, they had never been at .500, and in the early part of
the year they gotten to .500 for the first time in their history and
they, the writers, celebrated it, but Seaver was quoted as saying we’re
only .500. They were 10 back on August 13 and the Cubs were dominating
the league at the time, but all the things were going right for the
Mets. The Mets wound up beating the Cubs and winning 100 games. They
were getting all the breaks you need to get to be a winner. Everything
has to go right all the way around for a team to win.
MSP: The double shutout, when both pitchers drove in the only runs
in 1<\->0 games, was that the strangest doubleheader you’ve ever seen,
at least the strangest that didn’t go 30-plus innings?
RK: Cardwell [had one of the RBI- hits] and the other was Koosman.
Koosman was a hell of a pitcher. He certainly was one of the best
competitors the Mets have ever had. He was really an outstanding pitcher
along with Tom Seaver. That team also had some really good pitching
along with Ron Taylor. Those guys had a real solid ballclub and all
those guys had their career years in that year that they won. They beat
a really good team in Baltimore. Frank Cashen was GM of Baltimore.
MSP: Do you think that the five-man rotation the Mets developed in
1969 was good for the game or was that something that has led to team
like the 2007 Mets, who haven’t had a pitcher throw a complete game all
year that wasn’t shortened by rain?
RK: That became the rule of baseball and I don’t really understand
it. I don’t know why you have to go to five-man rotation and not pitch
complete games. And Seaver feels the same way. Seaver and Koosman that
year, they didn’t take them out automatically when they got to a certain
number of pitches.
MSP: Between August 13 and the end of 1969 the Mets had 25 complete
games in that span.
RK: Over the years, the Atlanta Braves with Glavine and Smoltz, they
pitched all through the game. And Seaver, his pitch count would be up
around 150 or whatever. To me, that theory that you don’t throw more
than 110 or 120 pitches, I don’t understand that myself. I think the
more you use your arm the stronger it gets. Of course that was the way
they all pitched at one time in major league baseball. The starters
would relieve in between starts on top of that.
MSP: The platoon system, is there something about the way the Mets
used that? Gil Hodges used it religiously. Donn Clendenon was the team’s
best slugger and he didn’t play at all in the Championship Series in his
very strict platoon. Do you think that helped keep the players rested,
as opposed to the Cubs, who played the same guys every game?
RK: Credit Stengel with the platoon system. He used it a lot when he
managed the Yankees and he himself was platooned a lot when he played
for John McGraw [for the 1920s New York Giants]. That system was not
brought in by Hodges. He just continued using it when he took over.
Might have been passed over from Stengel to him.
think the platoon system that they use now with the middle relief and
the closer is a cop out for the manager. That way at the end of the
ballgame if they lose it they can say, “I did it like everyone else and
I went to my middleman and he didn’t do the job.” Or it might have been
the closer. I don’t really understand the advantage. When I played, we
were so happy to get the starting pitcher out of the ballgame because
every club had maybe three outstanding pitchers and when you had to go
to the bullpen for a pitcher who didn’t have that kind of stuff. The
closer does have the ability to throw hard for one or possibly two
innings. That could be an advantage, but other than that I know whenever
we were hitting against someone like [Warren] Spahn, who had so many
complete games it was unbelievable, or good pitchers like that, we were
happy to see them get out of the lineup.
MSP: Getting back to 1969, when Agee hit that home run in the upper
deck. The only one hit there, you probably had the best view of anyone
of that ball.
RK: Agee hit that ball up there. He had outstanding power. He wasn’t
that consistent, but he could hit the ball well.
key to that ’69 team was getting Donn Clendenon on that team. It gave
them the right-handed bat that they really needed to score enough runs
for that real good pitching staff. All those guys had really good years.
You get down to Al Weis, Grote, and all those background guys—they had
career years that year.
MSP: In the World Series, especially. Al Weis, who had never hit a
home run at Shea Stadium, hits a game-tying home run. Swoboda, under the
Hodges platoon, would have normally come out for Shamsky, who actually
hit more home runs in fewer at bats than Swoboda. But in that particular
spot with Eddie Watt on the mound in Game 5, Hodges let Swoboda bat in
the eighth inning and he ended up getting the winning hit. That was
obviously a huge moment there.
RK: They had one of those years that was unreal. They had everything
go their way the second half of that season.
MSP: So during the postseason did you do the broadcast on the radio?
RK: I did the radio broadcast for the network [NBC]. That’s how they
did it then. They had the local guys do it for the network. Lindsey did
the TV and I did the radio.
MSP: Now the way they would do it, the team’s station broadcasts on
the radio with their regular announcers and then there’s a separate
national broadcast. But instead of doing that, you guys would just do
one to go all across the country.
RK: Yes, uh-huh.
MSP: Did you, Lindsey, and Bob Murphy have a set rotation during the
season where one would do TV, the other do radio, and the third would be
RK: We would alternate. All three of us would do TV and radio every
single game. I don’t remember how it would break down, but it was
something close to that. I would do TV with Bob or Lindsey, then I’d do
know when we originally started, George Weiss said no one is going to be
the number one announcer. We were going to be a team of three
announcers. There were only three of us and we did all the games on
radio and almost all of them on TV.
MSP: That was one thing he told you early on and that was something
that really was the case, because you guys really were really quite the
team. Now when Lindsey would go do football and he wouldn’t come back on
Sundays, what would you guys do?
RK: I’d do half TV and half radio and Bob would do half TV and half
radio. We both worked alone. There was no other announcer involved.
MSP: Did they have it arranged in general so that you’d be available
at the end of the game for Kiner’s Korner or would you go right
from the booth to the studio?
RK: At the end of the game I’d go right down to the studio and do
MSP: There was one story of one of the 20-inning games where you had
gone down to the studio to get ready for Kiner’s Korner because
it looked like the game was going to end, and then it didn’t, so you
wound up sitting down in the studio for something like 10 innings.
RK: That was in 1964 when we had the doubleheader that went seven
hours, and 23 minutes. I went down for the second game of the
doubleheader that went 23 innings. I went down in the eighth inning and
it looked like it was going to be over after nine and it was tied. I
started to come back up relieve either Bob or Lindsey and I never really
got back up. There was a triple play in that game and things like that,
so I never got back up. I was down there for all the extra innings of
the second game of that doubleheader that went 23 innings.
MSP: Was the Kiner’s Kiner set big? Sometimes those sets on
TV look huge and then when you’re there they’re not much bigger than a
RK: It wasn’t bad. It was done for Kiner’s Korner. And we had
two cameras that we used for the interviews and everything and also the
working part of the thing was the producer’s room right next to it. But
they didn’t use the Kiner’s Korner room for anything but
MSP: Is it still there? Is it used for anything else now?
RK: It’s still there. We use it for doing games. Before Sports Net
New York got involved, we used it for the interviews when the players
would come inside. And we’d use if for Kiner’s Korners. We didn’t
do a lot of those [in the 1990s] we only did certain ones. Now they use
a truck. It’s much easier for them to do it from there and they do the
interviews on the field.
of the things you might want to note is the replays. Originally, and
this goes back to 1962, the replays were done in the downtown studios.
Those were new to television and the tape machines that they used to do
the replays came from downtown. I would indicate what I wanted to be
replayed and downtown they would play it back through. Quite a few times
they would get the wrong replay up and then we had to ad lib and make
the excuses or whatever it was. It was very Mickey Mouse in the very
early days of our broadcasts. They really didn’t do replays in those
MSP: And what about the graphics?
RK: They were done in production. They did the graphics ahead of
MSP: When they do occasionally have a game from a while back on SNY
or something like that, one of the first things you notice is how spare
the graphics are. They’re not giving you a lot of information. They’re
giving you home runs, runs batted in, batting average, and it’s up to
the people to pay attention to find out how many outs there are or what
the score is. Was that something you noticed over time that changed?
RK: The equipment got much better. They added a lot more cameras. We
only used about five cameras, and now they use about 10 or 11. They can
set up their graphics on a camera that would not be in use. Because of a
lack of cameras, we weren’t able to set up the items you see now that
are done and well done.
MSP: One of the things you don’t see so much is the behind the
catcher view. That used to be one of the predominant views.
RK: That’s really the director. He might say, “Let’s use the center
field camera.” That’s determined by the director and the producer.
MSP: Did you have the same producers throughout?
had about five different producers. Maybe more. But we had the guy that
did the Dodgers games, I think his name was Griffin. The producer was a
studio guy. It was too long ago. Bill Webb came out as an assistant and
he went on to great fame. He’s still doing the games for us. We had real
good production, there’s no question about that.
MSP: Going back to 1969 is there a game you remember the most, or
one where you said at the time, “Oh, my Gosh, this is a whole different
ballgame from what I’ve been watching”?
RK: We had eight years, really, of tough times with the game. One
game I really remember was the game where Seaver pitched the one-hitter
where Jimmy Qualls had the only hit of the game. Of course, no one has
ever pitched a no-hit game for the Mets.
MSP: One last thing, when you were doing the interviews on
Kiner’s Korner, going back to 1969, was there anyone who was
especially good interview or especially tough. How about Gil Hodges?
RK: He never gave you a lot of information. But he was a terrific
guy, a great guy to be around. I had a good relationship, but he was not
a gregarious type guy.
MSP: You got to call the home run that broke your record for home
runs by a right-handed batter in the National League when he was with
the Mets. You had 369 and his last home run was 370. That had to be
interesting because you played against him so long.
RK: I played against him his whole career. I probably kept him out
of the Hall of Fame because he never led the league in home runs. And if
he’d have done that maybe two or three times, he might be in the Hall of
MSP: Do you think he’ll get in the Hall of Fame?
RK: It’s going to be real tough for him to get in now with the
Veteran’s Committee, I’m talking about, the Old-Timers.
MSP: You have a vote on that, do you not?
RK: I vote for him. No question about it. I vote for him for the
Hall of Fame.
February 5, 2014
Reflections of a
Mets Life: 2013
So what if I’m off by a year, technically?
So are the Mets! The 2013 season was the year that the Mets front office
hit the reset button on the reboot of the Mets as a competitive
enterprise. As Michael Corleone said in The Godfather when he
Tessio who is selling him out, “It’s the smart move.” Because we
could tell from a mile away that 2013 was not going to lead into a 2014
of fulfilled promise. The only way to do that was to cross one’s fingers
about 2014 and then when the Mets won 70-something games—again!—we’d
come to realize that the Mets really are fakes. Some people believe that
already, but more would have seen it sooner if the team had stayed with
the company line. And the Matt Harvey injury late in ’13 made the
concession about ’14 even more prudent.
So how do you like my reflections so far?
I just killed two seasons with one paragraph.
Unlike the first 40-plus years in
Reflections of a Mets Life (for further examples, scroll down and write
in “Reflections” under the “find” button on my high tech site), there is
no hindsight factor with the present day. I’d love to say 2013 is the
new 1983, and suddenly the Mets minor leagues will blossom where one can
say that Harvey is the new Gooden, Syndergaard—Darling,
Wheeler—Fernandez, Mejia—Aguilera, and on and on as such dreams may take
us. I have no idea how they will turn out. All I know is the present.
And for all I know these guys might be Pulsipher, Wilson, Isringhausen,
and Dave Mlicki—it says a lot about that quartet from 1995-96 that
Mlicki had the best Mets career. I hope one day I will think of 2013 the
way I do about 1983, the best last-place Mets team in a long run of such
finishes because everything came up roses the following year and for the
rest of the decade, frustrating as it sometimes was. Metsland never saw
a better seven years.
Who knows what we really have now? Will
the team’s hitting deficiencies continually recur? Or will they be
solved in ways we cannot yet imagine? That is another reflection. For
I realize that the Mets will never be the Yankees,
or even the Red Sox, or the Cardinals. The Mets do, however, have the
money to be a better version of a team like the Rays, if they are smart.
I admit that using the words “money,” “smart,” and “Mets” in the same
sentence sounds ludicrous. “Lucky,” though, is a word that the Mets have
enjoyed at key moments in their half century of existence—just not many
doses of it lately. Triskaidekaphobia aside, I got lucky with the
Mets in ’13, even if the team did not.
it Jo Boxer!
I went from having no tickets for
Opening Day to having four gratis box seats at the last minute because
others had less flexible schedules. And I saw the most lopsided
Opening Day win in the annals of a team that has historically kicked
butt on Opening Day (and played indifferently the rest of the time).
I got a press pass—rare for me—at the
last minute to see Matt Harvey start against LA when he was the
hottest pitcher in the game. Harvey didn’t win, but the Mets did after
Wright collected a two-out single in the ninth to tie it, followed by
bad boy Jordany Valdespin’s grand slam to end the game in the 10th.
I watched more games on TV than I had in
years and saw Matt Harvey pitch one of the best games in Mets history
only to get a no decision, but the Mets still won when Mike Baxter got
the first of two game-ending pinch hits that week. It seemed the
better Harvey pitched, the worse support he got.
The best week of the year? The five-game
winning streak that started with a late rally to beat the Braves on
Sunday Night Baseball that fed into a staggering, two-stadium,
four-game sweep of the Yankees. The first time the Mets have skunked
the Yankees in one season in interleague play. The Mets followed that
up by getting swept by the Marlins.
The Mets remained more or less dead
until June 16. I got back into WFAN range (we will not even bring up
that 2013 was the last year of the FAN-Mets marriage) just in time to
hear a walk-off home run by forgotten Kirk
Nieuwenhuis. The next time the Mets hit the field was their best day
of the year: the June
18 day-night doubleheader in Atlanta, with Harvey winning the opener
and Wheeler victorious in his debut in the nightcap. From mid June
until the end of the year the Mets played .500 ball (49-49). You could
not ask much more from this team in 2013.
Back to me... I caught a foul ball! My
second ever at a major league game, bookended with a ball caught—also
on the rebound—in the final year of Shea. Thank you, Josh Satin!
I won a second-chance lottery for tickets to the
All-Star Game. Then I got lucky again. By the time I realized that the
email was not the week’s 12th reminder about some useless Mets.com
“deal,” the only tickets left were standing room only tickets. At $100
apiece these were not even close to the most expensive tickets I’ve
seen in five years of Citi Field. Then on the day of the first Mets
All-Star Game since 1964, I got lucky a third time. We claimed an SRO
perch in front of the handicapped seating area in left field and from
there watched Matt Harvey toss shutout ball as the NL starter. The
very pleasant man in front of us, who happened to be in a wheelchair,
departed midway through the game to escape the heat. He invited us to
use his seats. We’d been to the sweltering the Home Run Derby the
night before, and spent the afternoon at the fun All-Star Fan Fest in
the city, so by game time the kids were starting to sag. We sat, we
watched, we checked off a long-time wish list to attend an All-Star
Game. Perhaps the luckiest part of all, the usher forgot where he was
working. He smiled at us and gave us a thumbs up for us to use the
seats rather than have them sit idle for the last five innings. Lucky
thing I decided to bring the kiddies and the wife, but I was just
following the advice given in
the best baseball song ever written.
In September, just when I was starting
to wonder if I should scram Citi Field because I had kept my kid, a
friend, and his dad too long at a meaningless, scoreless, Sunday game
against the Marlins, Travis d’Arnaud contributed his lone key
offensive moment of 2013: a game-winning single. The new number 15’s
a little Grote in him.
I actually found someone willing to go to a
Mets-Brewers game the last Friday of the season for
Metoberfest and got
a special boot that I made good use of throughout the fall. The
game, as advertised, sucked.
The last day of the year I was guest of
the Chapmans, ending 2013 as I started it, at a wonderful Citi Field
tailgate. I watched Mike Piazza get inducted in the Mets Hall of Fame,
saw Eric Young become the first Met not named Reyes to win a league
stolen base crown, and though the Mets hit one ball out of the infield
all day, they somehow won—with Frank Francisco getting the save. What
What the hell, indeed. All my good fortune added
up to another 74-88 season, but it did get Terry Collins another
contract. The good luck did not carry over to meaningful games for the
Mets or meaningful projects for me following the publication of
Swinging ’73, but that can happen if you start getting picky
about the projects you sign on to do. I hope my luck changes in that
regard this year, just as I hope there is a departure from the perpetual
70-win season. With the Mets, though, let me put in a disclaimer that I
don’t mean I am looking for fewer wins in the future. I just hope to get
one year closer to turning the corner because I’ve been running down
this same block so long I feel like George Jetson on a treadmill.
“Jane, stop this crazy thing!” And I don’t mean Jane Jarvis.
Though she can
play me out any time.
The 40-year anniversary countdown for
Swinging ’73 was good fun, but it made annual
housekeeping on the site tricky. I did manage to get out the final 2013
player grades (a lot of C’s), my Favorite Non Playing Met (Anthony
Recker), and I even got off a shortened version of Letters to the
Met-idor (a lot of player movement in December led to that). But there
are still things to keep up with from 2013, including the ’13 edition of
Reflections of a Mets Life, which will come later this week.
Right now you are blessed with my
attendance record at Citi Field over the past year. When the new park
opened, I vowed to catalog each season in the Citi as it came along, so
as not to strain my memory as I did a while back to recreate a list of
my 365 games at Shea (give or take a dozen). My Citi mark is far more
precise: 66 games in five seasons (35-31 record). One of those games
came last September, when a Travis d’Arnaud single in the 12th inning
mercifully plated the lone run of an otherwise scoreless and tedious
game. Months later while tallying, I realized that it was the fifth win
I’d witnessed against the frigging Marlins at Citi, one more than I’ve
seen against the Dodgers. That deserves the kind of coverage a
meaningless Mets September win garners in week two of football season.
For all the hubbub about bringing in the
fences, I saw the Mets hit exactly three home runs in 10 games at Citi
Field; visitors hit eight. For the year opponents belted 90 homers at
Citi, while the home boys hit all of 59. The Mets are just abysmal at
home—since giving away home-field advantage, the Mets have a home record
of 69-93 in 2012-13. Attendance declined for the fifth straight year as
well. But I digress.
Pitching continues to be the best thing
about this franchise. I witnessed young arms aplenty in 2013: two Matt
Harvey starts, two Jon Niese nods, a Zack Wheeler win, plus a cat named
Dillon Gee, who allowed one run in two solid starts on my watch, only to
go 0-1—such are the hazards of employment in Flushing. I was pleasantly
surprised in the two starts I saw Carlos Torres make—including a win
against runaway division champion Atlanta. I witnessed two of the three
wins by Vic Black, who wasn’t even a Met until Labor Day. Four straight
games I saw Bobby Parnell have a direct role in an outcome: a win, a
loss, and two saves. On the slugging front, Jordany Valdespin’s
extra-inning, walkoff grand slam marked the only time I recall ever
seeing that in the flesh, because apparently the one I saw Robin Ventura
hit didn’t count.
I took my son to his first Opening Day and
attended my first All-Star Game in 2013. You won’t find the latter event
on the list because it—like the Mets-Yankees exhibition games I saw in
1989, and 2013 Home Run Derby—is not an actual game. Also not included
below: ’13 visits to ballparks in Philly, Boston, and Baltimore, along
with minor journeys to Salem, Virginia; Frederick, Maryland; and
Dutchess Stadium for my 10-year-old’s birthday with the
And that’s it. The Citi details are below.
Ten games felt like a good number. Maybe the Mets will give me reason to
try to get out there more in ’14.
Log 2013 Citi Field
Mets Rec, Pos
Who hit the HRs
SD, 11-2 W
Everything went right. Cowgill slam and every
starter got on base (except for Ike, with 4 Ks).
SD, 2-1 L
Took 6 Padres to hold Mets to 1 run on 5 hits
(plus 5 walks). Buck ripped HR off LF facade.
LA, 7-3 W
Harvey start, Wright ties it with 2
outs in 9th (with 1B open), win in 10th on Jordany slam.
Controversial scrub hits last Mets HR I see.
Cin, 7-4 L
Harvey not great, but surprise! Ankiel was: 2
2Bs and a 3B but then was pinch-hit for by TC.
Atl, 4-1 W
Ike got a big hit! And Lagares!! And Torres!!!
Atl, 7-4 W
My first time seeing Zack in the flesh and I
catch a foul ball! Nice afternoon plus 14 hits.
Mia, 1-0 W
Teams sleepwalk after doubleheader night before.
D’Arnaud 1B in 12th for Black’s 1st W.
SF, 2-1 L
Enough Giants fans at this matinee to make you
puke. Mets offense looked sickly, too.
Mil, 4-2 L
Maldanado, Aoki, Davis
Second of 3 straight 4-2 losses to Brew Crew.
Mets beer boot made trip worthwhile.
Mil, 3-2 W
Mets get 3 hits, no walks yet still win on
Piazza Day to finish 3rd. Eric Young wins SB crown.
Not a success for Mets, but I saw All-Star Game
and got in 10 games despite missing all of June and August. Went 4
times with my son!
Since ’09 opening
How long until Citi (or I) see meaningful game?
January 29, 2014
Super Trivia for a
Copy of Swinging ’73
It took all of five minutes for James Diceman Lynch to come up with the
answer to the trivia question. I have had past trivia contests that in
five days did not come up with the right answer, so kudos to the
Facebook group True Metsfans, where there were more mentions of D.J.
Dozier than in 1987 NFL draft rooms, when he was the 14th overall pick
out of Penn State. Five unproductive years later with the Vikings and
Lions, he was in the major leagues as a Met, where he was perfect in
steals (4-for-4) but not much else (.191 average) for the all too
imperfect 1992 Mets (lest we forget,
The Worst Team Money Could Buy). He was traded with Wally
Whitehurst to the Blue Jays that winter for Tony Fernandez, the Richie
Hebner of the 1990s when it comes to people not wanting to be in
Flushing. D.J. never played again in either the NFL or MLB, but his
promise lives again
- - - -
Since this is Super
Bowl week in New York, this once in a lifetime occurrence (we can only
hope) should offer something to those not willing to dole out the big
bucks for tickets, even after they have been slashed on the secondary
market because out of towners are tired of New York or snow. Whatever
the reason, let’s
get to this football-oriented Mets question. The winner gets a copy of
is the only Mets player to have played in the NFL?
The winner is the
first person to send in the correct answer to my
accounts, or by emailing me at
firstname.lastname@example.org. Swinging ’73
not only deals with baseball and the general strife of the year
Watergate flooded everything, but it also has a bit about football,
including the undefeated Dolphins, the last Giants game at Yankee
Stadium, Joe Willie Namath on
Monday Night Football, and baseball being played in football
stadiums. Good luck and good reading.
January 17, 2014
Nominations Open for
Greg Spira Award
This is an
announcement that makes me happy and sad: Happy that a promising writer
will get encouragement—and more important, money—for high quality
research and writing, but I am also sad since the award exists due to
the death of a good friend. Greg Spira and I put together numerous
projects over a dozen years before his death at age 44 in 2011 from
kidney disease. He was among the most knowledgeable Mets fans I have
known, and he co-edited all four editions of the Maple Street Mets
Annual with me from 2008-11. I miss that magazine, but I miss Greg
I am proud to be
one of the judges for the annual award in his name, given by his
brother, Jonathan, to help nurture young writers.
The award is eligible to writers aged 30
or younger who have published or presented an original, researched piece
on the game Greg loved so much. Greg always pushed for the Mets annual,
which paid for content, to include articles by young writers, many of
them still in college or fresh out.
It is fitting that
the announcement came out the same day as the
Oscar nominees, because that list annually led to an hour-plus
telephone debate with Greg on who should and shouldn’t have gotten
nominations. (I am still hoping to see 12 Years a Slave after
listening on CD to the riveting 1850s memoir, I really enjoyed
Gravity, I thought All Is Lost deserved more than a sound
editing nomination, and I felt Blue Jasmine was overrated—what no
Oscar love for Andrew Dice Clay?) That my post on Greg’s award is coming
out a day late is also fitting because many of our hours-long phone
chats—he lived 10 miles from me for 10 years—began with me calling to
remind him to get the work done on time.
Here is the
official announcement of the award. You can find out more by going to
the Spira Award
site. Good luck, and I look forward to reading this year’s entries.
Greg Spira Baseball
Rules and Procedures
for Nominations for the 2014 Award
The Greg Spira
Baseball Research Award Committee (www.SpiraAward.org)
has announced the rules and procedures for nominations for the second
annual Greg Spira Baseball Research Award. The winner of the 2014 Greg
Spira Award will receive a cash prize of $1,000. The committee will also
recognize two additional writers with awards of $200 for second place
and $100 for third place.
The inaugural Spira
Award was presented to Trent McCotter of Washington, D.C., last
year. Dan Farnsworth and Caleb Hardwick were honored as
second- and third-place winners, respectively.
The Nomination Period
will open at 12:01 a.m. EST on January 16, 2014, and remain open through
11:59 p.m. EST on February 15, 2014. Nominations received before or
after the Nomination Period will not be considered.
The Nomination Form
for the Greg Spira Award can be found at
Anyone can nominate a qualifying piece for the Award, and
self-nominations by authors are welcome. Note, however, that only one
entry per author will be considered for the Greg Spira Award.
In order to be
eligible for nomination, a piece or book must be about baseball and must
contain original analysis or research. Nominated pieces or books must
have been published between January 16, 2013, and January 15, 2014.
Articles, papers, and books eligible for consideration include those
published in print or in e-books, those published or posted on the World
Wide Web, academic papers or dissertations, and papers presented at
professional or public conferences.
In the event of
multiple nominations, a self-nomination by the author takes priority
over any piece nominated by a third party. If multiple pieces by one
author are nominated by third parties, the judges will attempt to
contact the author to ascertain which piece he/she wants to be
considered. If the author fails to respond, the judges will evaluate the
first piece submitted and ignore any other nominated pieces by that
The Publication Period
dates have been chosen so that pieces published about the annual January
Hall of Fame election are eligible for consideration without having to
wait a full year. This also ensures that pieces about Spink Award, Frick
Award, and Hall of Fame inductees who will be honored in Cooperstown on
the same July weekend will not be split between two Greg Spira Awards.
(The Spink, Frick and Veterans Committee selections are announced in
December, while the Baseball Writers Association of America selections
are announced in early January.)
The Greg Spira Baseball Research
Award winners will be announced on April 27, 2014, the 47th
anniversary of Greg’s birth. Winning entries must display innovative
analysis or reasoning
by an author who was 30 years old or younger at
the time of the entry’s publication.
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Something I am sure
Greg and I would have carpooled for if it had been around during our
days with the Mets annual is the inaugural
Queens Baseball Convention. I will head down Saturday afternoon to
McFadden’s next to Citi Field after I watch my son’s hockey team take on
my hometown White Plainsmen in the morning. Saugerties Mustangs on the
ice and the New York Mets hot stove burning bright, should be quite a
January 13, 2014
Cheating Players and Teams That Employ Them
Slowly I turned, step by step… Three or four times I have considered
writing an entry for my mood on the winter state of baseball, but I have
held off. The
Queens Baseball Conference? It’s been plugged often elsewhere but I
will probably be among the audience. The Hall of Fame ballot? I am a
“hard marker” as someone once said and my version of the Hall of Fame
does not include anyone who is not an automatic. Greg Maddux? Yes. Frank
Thomas? No. Craig Biggio? No. Tom Glavine? 300-game winners are rare
these days, and I don’t know how you could hold him back; unless you
said the Mets—not the Braves—needed to win a game badly, and then he’d
fold like a cheap suit. If he’d pitched worth a damn in one of his final
three starts as a Met, I think a lot of New Yorkers would rejoice at
this news, and they surely would have slept better in the last two weeks
of September 2007 if he hadn’t had a 14.81 ERA and batters didn’t get a
hit every other time they hit the ball (.500 batting average on balls in
play). Abysmal fortnight aside, Glavine is deservedly in the Hall. When
it comes to the hat he wears on the plaque, it’s obviously an Atlanta
“A,” but he did spend as many years as a Met as Gary Carter, who will
never be confused with Glavine when it comes to Mets who came through
when it really, really mattered.
what’s the topic already? It’s Alex Rodriguez. Ugh! I can hear kids
throwing down their gloves like in Little League when the worst kid on
the team made an error at the worst time. Yes, Alex Rodriguez. The guy
the Mets ignored in 2000, a move that took a while to feel like the
right move. But it has felt so, so right for a while now. People here
hated Jason Bay and he just sucked as a hitter, though not as a person.
Over time, we’ve come to embrace Darryl Strawberry and Dwight Gooden,
who left a lot on the table as players and initially left Flushing in
disgrace due to their too human traits. A-Rod has no redeeming
qualities. He had all Roger Clemens’s and Barry Bonds’s talent and was
just as rock headed. A-Rod, like Clemens and Bonds, was already among
the best in talent and remuneration at his position when he decided to
applaud the 162-game suspension and I can only hope it remains in place.
I can also hope that this becomes the penalty for a first offense and
maybe we’ll actually see fewer players tempted as a result. The whole
thing is a little sickening, even watching smarmy Tony Bosch in the
60 Minutes piece online, interspersed with Viagra ads.
is a loathsome jerk who has already admitted to cheating once—during
that same period he would have been a Met had they signed him as a free
agent—but MLB did it right this time by including the postseason (or
play-in games) in the ban. Last year this loophole allowed Nelson Cruz
to play for the Rangers in a one-game, pre-Wild Card playoff between
Texas and Tampa Bay. Nelson and the Rangers lost. Detroit’s Jhonny
Peralta, on the other hand, played in two postseason rounds after
serving his suspension through the regular season in the Biogenesis
case. Peralta hit .417 in helping the Tigers beat Oakland. If the A’s
hadn’t had employed so many players involved in PEDs through the
years—including newest Met Bartolo Colon—they’d have a right to be
furious. Peralta hit .286 against Boston, higher than Miguel Cabrera,
Torii Hunter, or Prince Fielder in a losing cause.
loophole allowed a pair of free-agents to be to showcase themselves
while telling those watching at home—and impressionable kids with 11:30
bedtimes—that it’s OK to miss eight weeks of the season; let the
cheaters back for the games that really count. What if either player was
a starting pitcher who would have had all that rest and might be in
midseason form come October? Peralta got a $53 million contract for four
years from St. Louis. That number helped set the market for the free
agents, presumably clean, that followed. The team benefiting from all
this is the Yankees, who, if the suspension stands, have $25 million
they do not have to pay A-Rod, which they can spend on another player
and not have that sum count toward the revenue sharing payroll limit of
least I’m not the only one pissed. Dave Aardsma, middling Mets reliever
in 2013, said it for a lot of players trying to stay in the big leagues
on God-given talent, not Bosch-induced chemistry. “I had two major
surgeries in five years and made it back clean,” Aardsma said the day of
the Peralta signing. “Nothing pisses me off more than guys that cheat
and get raises for doing so.” At last look Aardsma was still trying to
latch onto a team for the major league minimum.
know where this is going, don’t know where this game is going, but I do
know that I turned on the MLB Channel this morning and all they were
talking about was A-Rod. The NFL Channel was all about Brady-Manning XV.
One day maybe baseball will get back to the big news being a big game.
But a first step might be to not reward people for cheating. Close the
loopholes in suspensions. Keep them out of the Hall of Fame. But as long
as they keep rewarding people who cheat with lavish contracts, we’re not
really going anywhere.
Forty Years Ago Today: 12/18/73... Yanks Hire Dick Williams. Not
It was like a dream. Except it was real.
There was dollar shrimp for the press at a
restaurant overlooking Flushing Meadows, the new—if temporary—home
of the New York Yankees. Queens wasn’t what the Bronx Bombers were used
to, but now they could relax. The disaster that 1973 had turned into for
the Yankees was at an end. The New York media was lapping up the shrimp
and everything the new manager said—new manager Dick Williams.
six years as a major league manager, Dick Williams had gone to the
postseason four times, three pennants, and two world championships. It
was a golden age of managing. Three future Hall of Famers were employed
in 1973: Walter Alston in Los Angeles, Sparky Anderson in Cincinnati,
and Earl Weaver in Baltimore. One future Cooperstown enshrinee was just
starting in the dugout, Whitey Herzog, fired late in the year in a
Texas-sized disaster with the Rangers. Another Hall of Fame skipper was
saying goodbye on the other side of the Lone Star state as 67-year-old
Leo Durocher managed his last game in Houston’s season finale. There
were other superb ’73 skippers who did not wind up in Cooperstown: Billy
Martin (Texas), Chuck Tanner (White Sox), Jack McKeon (Royals), Danny
Murtaugh (Pirates), Danny Ozark (Phillies), and Gene Mauch (Expos).
Managers Red Schoendienst ( Cardinals) and Eddie Mathews later made it
into the Hall of Fame as players, while Mets skipper Yogi Berra was
already in Cooperstown as players. And though the Hall of Fame forgot
about Ralph Houk, we will not. He’d resigned after the last game at old
Yankee Stadium following three decades in pinstripes, had his
resignation accepted, and then took the job in Detroit. In Williams, the
Yankees had hired arguably the best manager of them all, for an owner
who would give Charlie Finley a run for his money when it came to
Williams knew from dealing with onerous owners. He had won his second
straight world championship just two months ago, beating the Mets in
seven games, and topped it off by quitting. In the World Series-winning
locker room, Williams told Charlie Finley he was not taking it any more.
It was something people in every walk of life wanted to do to that
boss, the one who has you talking to yourself, questioning yourself,
wondering how to get him off your back. Sportswriters, most of whom
could sympathize with such bosses, made Williams a folk hero. As if a
man who won two straight World Series needed extra PR.
Williams really needed, though, was someone who could write a happy
ending to his story. Because even though Williams was announced as
Yankees manager 40 years ago today, he never managed a game in
pinstripes. He still had a two-year contract with Finley, and the
Oakland owner would not let him leave... for New York.
should have worked out, but the year from hell for George Steinbrenner
would not end any other way but badly. New general manager Gabe Paul
tried to work out a deal with Finley, but he would take nothing less
than the crown jewels of the Yankees farm system: Scott McGregor and
Otto Velez. Neither ever played in Oakland and Dick Williams never
managed in New York.
Though 1973 began with his purchasing the Yankees for a song—a tune to
the sound of $10 million, or $8.8 million if you count parking garages
sold back in the deal—Steinbrenner’s year quickly unraveled. Two of his
pitchers swapped wives as spring training began—talk about the need for
good PR. His team went from first place to fourth just as the crosstown
Mets were making a reverse climb through the standings. Behind the
scenes, illegal campaign contributions the previous year were coming
home to roost, eventually leading to his (first) suspension from
baseball. And in the final move by Joe Cronin in a career that went from
player to manager to general manager to league president, the longtime
Red Sox employee would side with Charlie Finley—not that he wanted to.
Finley held the cards, he had a signed contract. And just to show it
was all about New York, he would let Williams out of his contract to
manage the Angels in time for him to manage the All-Star game the
Yankees hired Bill Virdon—not mentioned earlier among the game’s great
managers. Though he would win the 1974 AL Manager of the Year Award, he
would be fired before the Yankees were even out of Shea Stadium in 1975.
And in came Billy Martin. But that is a story for another year.
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concludes Swinging ’73 Presents: 40 Years Ago Today... sort of
like a surprise ending when you have been listening to a book on CD for
a long time and then it suddenly ends. I was going to extend this series
over Christmas, but since the Dick Williams saga is the Epilogue of
Swinging ’73, I think we are done here. Of course, the book includes
a detailed account about what happened to the main characters from 1973,
and there is plenty of other stuff not included in the accounts,
pictures, and descriptions online. And that leads into the final pitch.
There’s just enough time to order
Swinging ’73 online or via this site. But hurry, supplies of
books and dignity are limited.
for what happened in the final two weeks of 1973,
Magnum Force, and everyone’s favorite holiday film,
The Exorcist all opened in theaters. President Richard Nixon
Endangered Species Act, ironic in that his own presidency was far
more in danger than most of the species he was protecting. Notre Dame
beat Alabama by a point in a shootout Sugar Bowl of unbeatens. Miami and
Minnesota punched their tickets for a Super Dud—though Super Bowl VIII
would likely have been far more interesting if conference runners-up
Oakland and Dallas had made for a Madden-Landry matchup at Rice Stadium
fade out, it is tempting to play Jim Croce’s
“Time in a Bottle,” which sadly reached number one at the end of
1973, three months after his death in a plane crash at age 30. That is
too sad a note to go out on, so I am going with the title song, and the
final song, from a great ’73 album not included in the online
retrospective—though mentioned in the book—Goodbye
Yellow Brick Road. “I should have stayed on the farm, I should have
listened to my old man...”
Forty Years Ago Today: 12/16/73... O.J. Breaks 2,000 at Shea
On this day in 1973 the Juice was loose. Before he
was a presumed killer, mediocre actor, or even rental car spokesman, O.J.
Simpson was the most prolific running back in pro football history… in a
14-game season. Orenthal James Simpson came into the final game of the
’73 NFL season needing 61 yards to break Jim Brown’s 10-year-old mark of
1,863 yards. Simpson did that easily enough and kept on
running all over the Jets at snowy Shea.
The Jets were lucky to have four wins and they
were not up to the task of stopping the Juice. The Bills ran the
football a staggering 62 times—talk about ball control! Simpson ran for
an even 200 yards on 34 carries, and fullback Jim Braxton rushed for 98
more on 24 carries. Bills quarterback Joe Ferguson tossed all of five
passes in the game. Joe Namath threw for 206 yards on those rare
occasions when the Jets had the ball, but Buffalo stampeded to a 34-14
win. The victory wasn’t enough as 9-5 Buffalo missed out on the playoffs
by a game. The Dolphins, who’d win the Super Bowl again, went 12-2 to
wrap up the AFC East. In the one Wild Card team era, the Bills were SOL
because the Bengals, who had the same 10-4 record as the Steelers,
claimed the Wild Card. The Bills could only blame themselves due to a
16-13 home less to the Bengals—who had
the most low-key NFL helmets this side of the Browns (I still hate
those frigging striped Cincy helmets).
The ’73 Bills had pretty cool helmets, too.
O.J. remains the only player to ever rush
for 2,000 yards in a 14-game season. The other six players to achieve
the feat have all done so since the NFL increased the season to 16 games
in 1978. Though O.J. retired after the ’79 season more than 1,000 yards
shy of Jim Brown in career rushing yards (12,312), no one has ever
matched Simpson’s average of 143 rushing yards per game over a full
Simpson, who had been acting in TV as a guest star
since before he won the 1968 Heisman Trophy at USC, began his big screen
career in 1974 with a small part in a big movie,
The Towering Inferno, and acting with Lee Marvin and Richard
Burton in The Klansman (what
it sounds like). He would be better known in the 1970s as
Hertz pitch man, leaping luggage in a single bound. Simpson would be
brought low in the years to come—not low enough, many still
contend—but in a league where running backs still ruled, O.J. was on top
of the world in 1973. Or at least running over it.
December 11, 2013
Mets Holiday Present of the Year: You’re in Luck
know that point where it gets close enough to December 25 where you
think, “Well, if I don’t do this now, it’s never going to happen?” Well,
we’re almost there.
guess it gets to that point when you are trying kind of hard to come up
with gift ideas for others. The last three years I have done the service
of recommending gifts for Mets fans. As someone who has gotten Mets
gifts at just about every gift-giving occasion for, oh, 38 years or so,
I have experience in this area. Other than
the 7-Line, the
greatest entrepreneur of paraphernalia that doesn’t actually use the
word Mets, I rarely buy Mets apparel stuff to wear. I think I have
already proven I am a pretty hard-core Mets fan and I don’t need to be a
Wilponian billboard on my off time. Not that I don’t have a drawer-full
of such stuff, including the snappy All-Star golf shirt I bought at half
price during garbage time last year—maybe
I should specify: September.
In the past I have recommended
clubs for the kiddies,
e-guides to help navigate a park that still makes me feel like a
stranger at times, and
books from impeccable sources to get us up to date on our Mets. This
year I am not going as far to do what I can to help for the holiday
present of the year. (I used to say Ch