I.G.T. 10/3/2010 WAS @ NY The End

[Zvon]

Thank you Mets, for ending my misery.

Perez walks in the winning run during extra innings.
How perfectly fitting.

[Guest Edgy DC]

Jerry putting his foot in it in the post-game...

[Gwreck]

I had to turn it off lest I throw something at the radio.

[Guest Edgy DC]

"The bullpen has to be addressed as well."

Do you really think they need to go down that path again?

[Guest Kong76]

Not listening to post game.

I dunno, it was a fitting game how it turned out to end the season.

[Zvon]

Edgy DC wrote: Jerry putting his foot in it in the post-game...

Are you referring to his comment that singled out Thole?
Wtf? What a lame thing to say there.

How and why did I ever support you Jerry, you buffoon!

[bmfc1]

Zvon wrote: Edgy DC wrote: Jerry putting his foot in it in the post-game... Are you referring to his comment that singled out Thole?

What did he say?

[Zvon]

bmfc1 wrote: Zvon wrote: Edgy DC wrote: Jerry putting his foot in it in the post-game... Are you referring to his comment that singled out Thole? What did he say?

I don't think he meant it in a negative way, but he said the Mets needed a run producer, "especially" when you have a guy like Thole (or something like that, I'll have to listen to that again). He may have been trying to actually compliment Thole (meaning that he gets on base or something) but there was no reason to use his name there. He could have said especially with most of the bats I have in my line up or especially with the way I prefer that everyone bunts to get on or something, anything. I'll have to listen again. Maybe I heard this wrong.

But to me it sounded as if it came out in a way that Jerry was simply saying the Thole was not a run producer. And it did not sound like a positive note in terms of Josh.

[bmfc1]

Thanks Zvon. There was no need to mention Thole or anybody else as he won't be managing these players any longer. Even to the end, he couldn't just shut his mouth.

[Zvon]

bmfc1 wrote: Thanks Zvon. There was no need to mention Thole or anybody else as he won't be managing these players any longer. Even to the end, he couldn't just shut his mouth.

Even if I got this out of context, which is certainly possible, I was half listening, there simply was no reason to single out Thole the way he did. It's the way he said "especially" which grabbed my attention.
It was a stupid and a rather confusing statement. I don't think he meant it to sound like that which makes it even more stupid.

[Guest Edgy DC]

Zvon wrote: Edgy DC wrote: Jerry putting his foot in it in the post-game... Are you referring to his comment that singled out Thole?

Among other things. But yeah, that was nutty. Your rookie catcher's productivity ain't your problem, Jerry.

And then, coming out about the bullpen needing to be "addressed," after his penners gave him six gorgeous shutout innings on season-getaway day --- until he ended it by throwing Oliver to the wolves --- just makes me weepy.

[Piggiestomatoes]

I'd love a link to Jerry's post-game comments if anyone has it. Had to go back and watch the 14th again. If nothing else, with references to Kafka and Poe by Gary and Ron, we definitely have the most erudite booth in MLB!

[Chad ochoseis]

EdgyDC wrote: Nyjer Morgan really needs to go to Fundies Camp.

I missed the game, but one of the weird things about this season is how dumb Nyjer Morgan has become. A good friend of mine lives in the DC area and I used to describe Angel Pagan to him as Nyjer Morgan, except without a brain. The roles seem to have been reversed this season.

Lousy season for the Mets. Good season reading the CPF and occasionally hanging out with real live CPFers.

[Zvon]

Edgy DC wrote: And then, coming out about the bullpen needing to be "addressed," after his penners gave him six gorgeous shutout innings on season-getaway day --- until he ended it by throwing Oliver to the wolves --- just makes me weepy.

This is just mind boggling.
It's like he's going out of his way to be crucified.

[ashie62]

Oliver Perez, how fitting...Hot stove time!!

[G-Fafif]

Home from 14 cold, windy and mostly scoreless innings. I can honestly say, as one of the "wolves," fuck Ollie and fuck Jerry. Doors, asses, the hitting thereof and the way out.

[Met Hunter]

A little chilly at the game. Some people got choked up when they lowered the Dominican flag after the game.

[Guest Edgy DC]

I don't get it.

[Met Hunter]

Omar's impending firing...Los Mets...Tony B...changing of the guard...Ahh, it got a laugh at the ballpark.

[Guest LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr]

Haven't been in much of a mood to count the blessings, but I'd be remiss if I didn't recount one of the few positive Metly customer-service experiences I'd ever... well... experienced.

LWYoungerPooper and I got to the game a little later than expected (just before first pitch), and sans BabyBjorn-thingy, so it was a bit of a sprint-cum-balancing-act for the first inning or two, until we could get seated. Finally, though, we sat in our Promenade first-row box seats and settled in. I fed her, dip-checked the diapers, and settled in to watch the game/have some Shake Shack... only LWYP, underslept and crinkling up her Don Rickles-y about-to-cry face, had other ideas. Just as the sobs began to crack in her throat, I whisked her up, piled our bags back up, stacked my beer on top of my Shake Shack takeout box, and wobbled to the concourse for a quickie rocking/warming session. As I rifled through the diaper bag for her sucker, a middle-aged guy in a CitiField windbreaker, expensive shoes, and gelled-back hair leaned close and said, "Aw, that's adorable." I thanked him, and then dove right back into simultaneously rifling through the diaper bag and ministering to YP. He kept watching, and seeing me struggle, asked, "Is everything all right?" Again, I thanked him, and turned back to YP. He said, "Are you guys here alone? Is that it?" Mildly creeped out, I politely answered, "Yes, Mom's stuck at work," and again turned back to my daughter. "Well," he started again, as I suppressed a snappish remark. "Would you guys be interested in moving down? Would that help?"

Stunned, I stammered. "I guess... that might... help." With that, he whipped out comp tickets for two Field Level seats, and walked us over to the elevators. "Thanks again for coming," he called as the elevator doors closed, "and tell them Dave sent you down." We watched the lion's share of the rest of the game-- until the 10th, anyway, when we left-- from the Champions' Club, where a sympathetic bartender-- after seeing me wrestle Artie into a comfortable sitting position with a by-now-twitching bicep and hearing that "Dave" sent us-- comped us on a beer and an apple juice.

It didn't occur to me until the drive home that we'd been comped-- unless my mind's eye and the Googled images I'm looking at now deceive me-- by Dave Howard, doing quality control on the season's last day.

[Guest themetfairy]

That's a great story.

Just remember, though, it was Artie who was comped due to her irresistible cuteness

[Guest LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr]

If you don't think I'll be upgrade-wangling with Artie-bait through pre-K, you're nuckin' futs.

[Guest John Cougar Lunchbucket]

Holy shit. I was sure Dave Howard was evil.

[Guest Edgy DC]

Viva David Howard.

[Guest themetfairy]

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr wrote: If you don't think I'll be upgrade-wangling with Artie-bait through pre-K, you're nuckin' futs.

Go for it, man!

[Frayed Knot]

Amazing what tumbling attendance and bad public image will do for customer service campaigns.

[Guest Edgy DC]

I like Howard. He's had to do a lot of stand-up-and-take-the-heat work.

[Guest LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr]

He did kinda have an obsequious way about him at first, and the tone of the "are you guys here alone" would have set the Spider-Sense tingling in another context.

Buuuuuuut, yeah, I can't really complain. Thanks, Metsie.

(Also, I know I'm severely biased, but I can't overstate how adorable YP is when she's in stranger-charming mode.)

[metirish]

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr wrote: Haven't been in much of a mood to count the blessings, but I'd be remiss if I didn't recount one of the few positive Metly customer-service experiences I'd ever... well... experienced. LWYoungerPooper and I got to the game a little later than expected (just before first pitch), and sans BabyBjorn-thingy, so it was a bit of a sprint-cum-balancing-act for the first inning or two, until we could get seated. Finally, though, we sat in our Promenade first-row box seats and settled in. I fed her, dip-checked the diapers, and settled in to watch the game/have some Shake Shack... only LWYP, underslept and crinkling up her Don Rickles-y about-to-cry face, had other ideas. Just as the sobs began to crack in her throat, I whisked her up, piled our bags back up, stacked my beer on top of my Shake Shack takeout box, and wobbled to the concourse for a quickie rocking/warming session. As I rifled through the diaper bag for her sucker, a middle-aged guy in a CitiField windbreaker, expensive shoes, and gelled-back hair leaned close and said, "Aw, that's adorable." I thanked him, and then dove right back into simultaneously rifling through the diaper bag and ministering to YP. He kept watching, and seeing me struggle, asked, "Is everything all right?" Again, I thanked him, and turned back to YP. He said, "Are you guys here alone? Is that it?" Mildly creeped out, I politely answered, "Yes, Mom's stuck at work," and again turned back to my daughter. "Well," he started again, as I suppressed a snappish remark. "Would you guys be interested in moving down? Would that help?" Stunned, I stammered. "I guess... that might... help." With that, he whipped out comp tickets for two Field Level seats, and walked us over to the elevators. "Thanks again for coming," he called as the elevator doors closed, "and tell them Dave sent you down." We watched the lion's share of the rest of the game-- until the 10th, anyway, when we left-- from the Champions' Club, where a sympathetic bartender-- after seeing me wrestle Artie into a comfortable sitting position with a by-now-twitching bicep and hearing that "Dave" sent us-- comped us on a beer and an apple juice. It didn't occur to me until the drive home that we'd been comped-- unless my mind's eye and the Googled images I'm looking at now deceive me-- by Dave Howard, doing quality control on the season's last day.

Missed this , great story....one fan at a time...nice one all round

[Guest Edgy DC]

Yeah, I hope that you wrote personally and thanked him.

My best customer service experience came when I lost my keys the second to last day of the season at RFK, and I couldn't get to the ballpark the next day for the last game, because I couldn't access the Lost and Found office without a ticket?!

Next day I call them, and they indeed have my keys (with Mets logo). I head down and ask for L&F, and I'm directed to an office down corridor B, and it's the office of the Nats version of Davdid Howard. Keys are on the desk and he thanked me for coming. I tried to tell him RFK is great and to hell with stadium fever, but I couldn't get over him taking responsiblity for my dumb-ass Mets keys.