
Back in May and June, people were asking me what I thought of the Mets' then-hot performance. "Wait until after the All-Star break," I would say, burned by attendance at the season-closing games in 2007 and 2008 and various other instances of stupidly getting my hopes up. (In baseball and in life, man.) Well, not to say that I was right, but I was kind of right. Or, as the person updating the Mets-centric Twitter account for local sports yakker WFAN put it, "Frankie [Rodriguez] in police custody [for assaulting his father-in-law], tarp on the field, raining [sic] coming down, Joe and Evan yelling in [...]
You know what helps to stop think about the oil spill for two minutes? (The "top-kill" procedure being attempted today-plugging the hole with mud and cement-is being given a 50/50 chance of working, and may make the leak worse if it fails. So yes, please, any diversion.) Watching a squirrel run around the field during a major league baseball game. It's also comforting to know you can count on the announcers to make the very same joke every time something like this happens.
Journeyman righty and reggaeton singer José Lima passed away after suffering a massive heart attack on Sunday. Lima, who resurfaced on Friday announcing his intentions to open a youth baseball academy in his hometown of Los Angeles, was an effervescent on-field personality during his 12-year MLB career, calling the time he spent on the mound "Lima Time" and proving himself good at whipping up crowds — even when his pitching performances were, shall we say, not quite Cy Young material. He also has a fantasy-baseball drafting strategy named in his honor. Lima was 37.
"Stick it, A-Rod." -Peggy Lindsey, the grandmother of Oakland A's pitcher Dallas Braden, who hurled the 19th perfect game in MLB history in the Athletics' 4-0 win over the Tampa Bay Rays on Sunday. Braden and the Yankees' existentially tortured third baseman had a bit of a row last month when Rodriguez jogged across the pitcher's mound while taking a shortcut from third base to first, which Braden took as a sign of disrespect; at the time, A-Rod idly wondered if Braden had much to complain about, given the "handful of wins" the lefty had amassed up to that point. In the wake of history, Rodriguez was [...]
A Nielsen survey is claiming that despite the non-endorsements of luminaries like President Obama, the New York Yankees are somehow not the most-hated team in baseball — that honor instead goes to the Cleveland Indians, who ranked a mere 0.9 on a -5 to 5 "sentiment scale" that the company derived from the use of specific keywords in Internet postings. Judging by the Tribe-blogger reaction to the Wall Street Journal's query about his team's triumph (which was basically the word "sigh" stretched out into 14 individual words) and the general annoyance the Yanks induce in me even today, I'm wondering if there should be a sort of [...]
Mets fans finally have something to cheer about regarding the team's worst start since the bad old days of 1992: The team's trainwreck performance will probably keep any of the early-oughts' lights of post-grunge from following in the footsteps of Creed singer Scott Stapp, who, fresh off shredding the national anthem at the Florida Marlins' Opening Day festivities, has penned a song in honor of the teal-suited team. It's called "Marlins Will Soar" and it has the same vague references to faith and being lifted up that his work with Creed did, only this time he manages to rhyme "triple play" with "playoff race." Artistic growth! [[...]