The Ways and Means of Mets-LovingBig Shots 2013

[metsmarathon]

does it not get any bigger than the governor of new jersey? he's a mets fan. even admits it to schoolchildren.

[stevejrogers]

Mick Jagger? Says Jay Horwitz on Twitter: Long time Mets fan Mick Jagger,who is in concert next to Citizens Bank Park, will stop by and watch BP before his first Stones set. Reads like another Boy Who Tweeted Wolf installment from Jay. I mean, c'mon...the Stones are still together in 2013?

Not everyone can be The Beatles and just never get back (no pun intended) as a touring band since their last one-off on the roof of the Apple building in 1969!

[Guest Swan Swan H]

Also posted in the 7/2/13 IGT - Judd Apatow

[G-Fafif]

The Daily Show, August 14, 2013:

Regis Philbin: "Why did you choose to be a Mets fan?"
John Oliver: "Because as a British person I associate sports with misery."

[dgwphotography]

Joss Whedon, closet Met fan?

During a Q&A hosted by Nerd HQ, Joss is asked what was on his bucket list. His initial reply:

I'd think I'd like to play third base, for the Mets...

The Q&A starts at 26:00

Mets content starts around 36:30....

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[Benjamin Grimm]

If he can play first base, he's hired!

[RealityChuck]

Not someone we want to claim as a fan.



If you don't recognize him.

[Guest John Cougar Lunchbucket]

That looks like Carlos Danger.

(big thing on the loyalties of mayoral candidates in the politics thread). The Weinerman is probably the biggest Met fan of all the candidates. De Blasio is a Red Sock. Pretty sure Lhota is a MFY fan.

[Guest themetfairy]

That kid is awfully young to have such a deep Fed Up With The Paparazzi look about him....

[Benjamin Grimm]

He's probably tired of fielding questions about his father's penis.

[Guest LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr]

Hey, if he can field questions about his father's penis, get him a glove!!!1!!1!

Speaking of dad, I'm guessing he was a big Coney fan.

[G-Fafif]

MLBS 1965:John Steinbeck.

You see, my interest in sports is catholic but cool. I don't expect you will believe that I once sent for a mail-order course in alligator wrestling complete with a practice alligator, so I will not tell you this. Yes, my interest in sports is quiet but deep. I am particularly drawn to the game of rounders, which we call baseball. I would be wrong to call it a sport. I don't think the players have a real sporting attitude toward it. Mostly they want to win because if they win they get more money. In baseball I like the audience almost better than the game. I guess that is why I am a Met fan. But for many years our household was torn to pieces emotionally every year. My wife was a Dodger fan born and bred in Fort Worth, which is, or was, a Dodger farm. Every year, she went through the fervency, the hope, the prayer, the shining eyes and the loud and raucous voice and, finally, after the season the dark and deadly gloom and despair that lasted clear into spring-training time. I guess our family devoted more pure spiritual energy to the Dodgers than to any other religious organization. This, of course, was before they defected to the West. Any kind of skulduggery and ineptness my wife could Forgive and even defend, but treason she could not take. She is a Met fan now, and our house is whole again. Early on, to save arguments, I became an Oriole fan and even bought a little stock in that club. If you were for anyone else you got an argument, but if you said you were an Oriole fan people just laughed and let you alone. I thought I had a guarantee that they would stay on the bottom, but now they have doublecrossed me by climbing up. I nearly went to the Senators, because there is a federal law which forbids them to win. Then the Mets happened, and I was stuck. Baseball brings out a kind of pugnacious frustration in foreigners. Once as guests of a very old and dear friend in London, we were at Lord's watching a sedate and important cricket match. When a player let a fast ball go by, my wife yelled, "Git it! What ya got, lead in ya pants?" A deathly silence fell on the section around us, and it was apparent that our host would have to resign from all his clubs. After-ward he lectured her gently. "My dear," he said, "we don't do it." "Peewee Reese would of got it," said my elegant moglie. "Don't tell me about baseball," said our host. "It's only rounders, and I know all about it. Don't forget, I, too, have been to Egbert's Field." There is no way to explain that baseball is not a sport or a game or a contest. It is a state of mind, and you can't learn it. [...] So you see, Ray Cave, it was a mistake to ask me to write an essay about sports. Hell, I don't even know the batting average of Eddie Kranepool.