Gay Mets

[Benjamin Grimm]

batmagadanleadoff wrote: This is a Mets forum. So which Mets or ex Mets do you think are gay? NTTAWTT!

There are a lot of different estimates of what percentage of the U.S. populate is gay (or bisexual), but let's go with 4 per cent, because that seems reasonable. (To me, anyway.)

That means that 38 of the 952 Mets were gay.

Name them! Whoever gets all 38 wins a year's supply of Turtle Wax and Rice-A-Roni, the San Francisco treat!

[metirish]

Robbie Alomar

[Edgy MD]

[batmagadanleadoff]

Robbie Alomar

I'll continue with the Hall of Fame theme:




NTTAWTT!

[Edgy MD]

Seriously though, tagging a guy as gay on his hairstyle or mannerisms is a little too fourth grade for me to take seriously.

[Valadius]

Rusty Staub

[Guest Mets � Willets Point]

Edgy MD wrote:

Is that a frame from a Beastie Boys video?

[metirish]

Edgy MD wrote: Seriously though, tagging a guy as gay on his hairstyle or mannerisms is a little too fourth grade for me to take seriously.

really, it's not like he was wearing a red pants!

[Zvon]

Whoever designed this cap.

[Guest LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr]

metirish wrote: Edgy MD wrote: Seriously though, tagging a guy as gay on his hairstyle or mannerisms is a little too fourth grade for me to take seriously. really, it's not like he was wearing a red pants!

Have I ever told my gay-bashing story here? Red pants were a trigger.

[metirish]

Please tell

[Fman99]

Pumpsie Green
Don Aase
R.A. Dickey
Mike Bordick
Manny "G"Aybar
Rod Gaspar
Jeff Musselman
JJ Putz
Dick Rusteck

[Guest John Cougar Lunchbucket]

lollll

[Frayed Knot]

Geez, half a page and nobody has mentioned Piazza yet?!!

[Edgy MD]

Piazza? Nobody's mentioned Alejandro Pe�is.

[Guest LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr]

During college, on a night of party-hopping on a sweaty July 4th in West Philadelphia with my summer housemates and a handful of their out-of-town friends, I got stuck with nursemaiding the out-of-towners when their friends had to pick up a stranded friend at the train station downtown... then charged with escorting them back to our house, about a 15-20 minute drunken stumble away from the last party. I wouldn't have minded as much if not for one of the guys in the group, who had creeped out a girl I'd been seeing with drunken leering AND had gotten a little mouthier-- mildly aggressive, severely unfunny-- as the night wore on.

Anyway, it's pushing 3 AM, and Mouthy and the gang (another guy, and two girls) trailed behind me, toting brown-bagged malt-liquors; we made our way almost all the way home without incident. Then we approached a still-packed party about five houses before ours, with shirtless mooks and several girls packed the outdoor patio. A few of the porch denizens start yelling things about my partywear, comprised of a slim-fitting white short-sleeved button-down, a royal-blue skinny tie, and (inspired by then-indie-rock group of the moment White Stripes) maraschino-cherry, fuck-your-eyes-red slacks. The hoots get louder, and really aggressive, as our group makes its way past the porch, and several of the guys come to the front of the patio, start rolling their necks at me, and spitting various, colorless iterations of "faggot" my way. I shook my head, smirked, and blew a kiss. They continue to hoot, but it figured to end there-- after all, we were five doors down, and it's not like we were about to escalate things, right?

Then Mouthy-- about ten feet in front of me-- threw his half-empty 40 at the porch.

It hit nobody, but the bottle shattered at some girl's feet; 5-6 of the bigger guys jumped the porch rail and started half-jogging toward us. I felt my hands ball up, but still tried to cool things down verbally, stammering, "Hey, we're just headed ho--" My sentence was ended by one of the guys flanking me; my glasses were smacked off, and after a few blind swings, I was in duck-and-cover mode. A punch to the back of the head knocked me to the ground, and I went into the fetal postion, with epithets and kicks coming fast and furious. In my periphery, I noticed that one of the guys-- the third guy-- was getting the same treatment. Luckily, the whole thing lasted maybe a minute before the cops rolled up. The shirtless dudes scattered, and the police approached us. No, I can't identify anyone, no, I don't want to press charges, no, I don't need medical attention (!).

I stumbled back home, where my housemates greeted us at the door and start crying when they see my face. When I saw the bathroom mirror, it was apparent why-- swollen, ruddy cheeks; unsightly, bleeding brow bump; some blood streaming/caked in the corners of my mouth. I was a fucking mess... but it was mostly cosmetic damage; I'm not dizzy, and, outside of some flank soreness, nothing seems off, body-wise. My face flushed a little as it occurred to me-- where the fuck did Mouthy go? When I left the bathroom, he approached me warily, asking if I was okay. I asked him where he had gone. "I ran to get help," he said. His face was spotless.

He put a hand on my shoulder as he started to say sorry; I slapped it off, and growl, "Get him the fuck out of here, when you can," to my housemates. Then I changed and went to bed. He and the gang were gone in the morning, before I woke up.

[Edgy MD]

Just another chapter in the waves of White Stripes-related violence that was sweeping our campuses at the time. I remember it well.

The sorriest hour is that period about ninety minutes after you say "Fuck no, I don't need medical attention" and when your spiking adrenaline starts to wane and you start to feel the blows you absorbed like a badass ninety minutes earlier.

[Guest LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr]

Oh, indeed.

Adding to the indignity of the thing, we were out of milk the next morning; rather than gimp it to the Wawa with my Cat Scratch Punim, I ate water-moistened Kix (IIRC) for breakfast.

[Chad ochoseis]

Ouch. Though it sounds more like "hanging out with a jagoff who instigates fights by throwing beer bottle bashing" than "gay bashing".

Never mind Piazza. How did this thread get this far without mention of this saucy, dress-wearing Met?

[metirish]

I am trying to picture you all decked out with your skinny tie and cherry red pants.....no doubt they were of the skinny variety?

[Guest LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr]

I'd say "80% jagoff, 20% gaybash." It doesn't get nasty without "faggot" and the like, which I'm thinking is what set said jagoff off.

They weren't exactly "skinny," but they were fitted. There may have been a slight flare. (I was a lot more fit.)

[Edgy MD]

I'm getting a little hot.

[Guest Mets � Willets Point]

Frayed Knot wrote: Geez, half a page and nobody has mentioned Piazza yet?!!

Don't you remember he had a press conference to declare his heterosexuality?

[Edgy MD]

Really. In many ways, it was braver than Collins. Will he ever feel truly welcome anymore at art openings, choir rehearsals, postmodern furniture stores?

[batmagadanleadoff]

Mets � Willets Point wrote: Frayed Knot wrote: Geez, half a page and nobody has mentioned Piazza yet?!! Don't you remember he had a press conference to declare his heterosexuality?

[Guest Mets � Willets Point]

Edgy MD wrote: Really. In many ways, it was braver than Collins. Will he ever feel truly welcome anymore at art openings, choir rehearsals, postmodern furniture stores?

But he's okay dancing ballet.

[MFS62]

I'm not sure if he was or wasn't, but Mackey Sasser did throw kinda' oddly.

Later

[Guest themetfairy]

From pp. 261-62 of Mike Piazza's Long Shot -


What offended me most about the whole to-do was not the charge of being homosexual. It was the general insinuation that, if I were gay, I wouldn't want everyone knowing about it....If I was gay, I'd be gay all the way. I had plenty of faults and character flaws, but being fake was never one of them. I was proud of that.

[Zvon]

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr wrote: They weren't exactly "skinny," but they were fitted. There may have been a slight flare. (I was a lot more fit.)

Probably happened right around the time I was sporting black parachute pants to parties and clubs.

[Edgy MD]

Gay all the way!