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Young done for 2011. Four games started, three of them pitched very well, two of them intensely memorable -- 3-for-3 hitting in one, providing backdrop for We Got Bin Laden announcement in the other. $1.1 million. Nice work if you can get it.

Dave Loggins's " " alternately suggested "please come to Denver, with the snowfall." That appeal involved moving up into the mountains "so far that we can't be found". An early example (1974) of living off the grid. Within a year, in " ," Barry Manilow defined the "cities and towns [he'd] been in" as "Boston to Denver, and every town in between." And from John Denver regarding his favorite state. In the runup to Super Bowl XXV, Fred Norris, Howard Stern's song parodist (and "total personality" per the movie version of Private Parts), re-imagined "Get Out of Denver" as "Bend Over Denver" -- which they did, for the Giants, 39-20.

metirish wrote: Bay made the trip eh? Mets progressive under Alderson, but tough to telecommute to left field.

Revenge! And here are nine of the 25 guys to do it: Jose Reyes � SS Daniel Murphy � 2B David Wright � 3B Carlos Beltran � RF Ike Davis � 1B Jason Bay � LF Jason Pridie � CF Josh Thole � C Chris Capuano - LHP

Mets Yearbook: 1970 debuts Wednesday night, 6:30, after Mets-Rox. Seaver, Agee, Clendenon and Harrelson all had banner years. The fans had Banner Day. Yet the Miracle Mets slid into merely mundane. But I look forward to be propagandized all over again.

While "most home runs by a catcher" and occasional other positional record forays have come up, I don't think I've ever heard hits divided up by position. 3,000 hits would be 3,000 hits, and a large percentage by a catcher would be pretty impressive, even if Pudge won't have worn shin guards while running to first on a single one of the them.

Gwreck wrote: G-Fafif wrote: That's me and my Jose. I just can't see any of it working out. I want to believe there's an answer. All I come away with are conclusions. You can't see him signing a seven year deal with the Mets at $120 million, in which Reyes performs for three years at his 06/07/08/11 level (he'll be age 29-31), followed by two years of above-average (but not superstar) performance (age 32-33) followed by two years of slightly above average to replacement-level performance (age 34-35)? 'Cause that's what I see. Conceptually, perhaps, though I'd like to wait to decide what 2011 is (he was all-world for a spell in 2010 before falling off). Deep down, I think 2006 was five years ago and I've not seen that Jose all that much since about August 2007. Real fine player at times. Real fine player at the moment. $17 million per annum player out into 2018? Makes me queasy trying to answer that honestly.

In my bluest and orange bones, I believe that no matter what the Mets do where Reyes is concerned, it will absolutely backfire. They will re-sign him and he will deteriorate quickly and expensively. They will trade him for prospects and the prospects will be proved suspect within 12 months. They will let him go for draft picks and the draft picks will be used on Ryan Jaroncyk redux. He will rescue the MFYs or MFPs from sinking into a post-Jeter or post-Rollins abyss. We won't win with him. We won't win without him. He'll get picked off first and be out crossing from second to third on a grounder to short again and again. He'll stop tripling and won't do much doubling. He'll be blocking Ruben Tejada's or somebody else's path by 2013. I will miss him horribly if I see him in another uniform. I will bitch endlessly as he drains payroll and clogs the DL. Perhaps you Taxi fans remember the two-part Fantasy Island-themed episode ("Fantasy Borough") in which each denizen of the garage imagined a wonderful scenario for him or herself while waiting for fellow ABC star Herve Villechaize to stop by the Sunshine Cab Company to pick up the briefcase he left in Tony's cab. Alex tried to fantasize but couldn't. Wound up making out with a gorgeous woman he discerned was his cousin. That's me and my Jose. I just can't see any of it working out. I want to believe there's an answer. All I come away with are conclusions.

HahnSolo wrote: Seems like the younguns are influenced by the constant "Make noise" (and really, is there a stupider ballpark innovation than the Noise Meter?) and "everybody clap your hands" that there's no desire to spark their own LGM chants. And even when they do--and this is what really annoys me about the ballpark atmosphere--the chant is immediately drowned out by the latest scoreboard plea to make noise or clap your hands. The racing from behind to lead the parade never seems to work well. I wonder what would happen if, save for a little organ music (I was going to say "a little organ," but no sense grooving one into Fman's wheelhouse), we were left to our own devices. Immediately, probably nothing. Over time, maybe something organic.

Jeff Pearlman with a lovely profile of former long-haul trucker Mookie Wilson, who once, you might have heard, took the last swing of a rather exciting baseball game. "It gets to the point that you're talking about the story of the event, and not the event itself," he says. "It's so monotonous, it's so redundant. I know I have to tell the story, and I know people I'm telling it to have already heard me tell the story. It never changes. I'm trapped." And yet, within this sentiment lies the simple beauty of William Hayward Wilson. For as much as he has tired of repeating the same tale ad nauseam, Wilson, 55 years old, never stops repeating the same tale ad nauseam. "We've been together for more than 30 years, and Mookie's never turned down a request for an interview or shied away from an autograph," says Jay Horwitz, the team's veteran vice president of media relations. "He is probably the nicest, most decent man I've ever met." Which explains why Wilson, an excellent-but-not-amazing ballplayer whose 12-year career, from 1980 to '91, compares most similarly (according to the Baseball Reference website) to Terry Puhl and Al Bumbry, has become an eternal Met; he is a symbol not merely of past glory, but of everything good and righteous about an oft-bumbling franchise. Wilson's smile is a rainbow. His laugh is uplifting. His brown eyes, as wide as the fullest of moons, gaze intently. He looks directly toward you when he talks and slaps you on the back before walking away. Makes me glad that in my one encounter with No. 1 I didn't ask, "About that ground ball..."

Wow, even his quirks aren't quite right this year. Dickey's warmup music changed from "Panama" by Van Halen to "Darth Vader's Imperial March" or something like it from Star Wars. And his at-bat music was similarly kooky. Unfortunately, his pitching didn't stay in the sun.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr wrote: HahnSolo wrote: G-Fafif wrote: Half-decent engagement in 512 today late in the game. Some LGMs that sustained through entire pitch sequences. One guy insisted on telling Wright to DO IT FOR YOUR MUTHA though honestly he was kind of a dick. Lot of small children, presumably a symptom of Mr. Met Dash and Mother's Day. Mets sucked worse than the crowd. You were in 512? Can't believe I missed you. Mrs. Solo quite befuddled by the no-promotional giveaway for moms thing. Ha. Three generations of LWPeople were in 514. I think I can guarantee you that at least 1-2 of the sustained "LGM"s you heard were out of my lungs, G (assisted by a clapping, yelling 14-mo.-old). Good God, a good number of people were looking at us cockeyed for "LGM"ing in the 7th WITH THE. BASES. LOADED. Go watch "Thor" or something, cockeye-people. You shame yourselves with your stares and silence. We cheer here (or used ta, anyways). Hahn, I thought that just maybe I saw you somewhere along the way. Then again, all Mets fans look alike to me. LW, I fear your voice, like Jason Bay's best efforts at hitting the ball a substantial distance, didn't travel well through the Citi Field atmosphere. But your lungs are appreciated.

bmfc1 wrote: "Don't go out of the sun too much"? If Dickey said that, we'd all be fainting from his brilliance. Well, we would have last year.

Half-decent engagement in 512 today late in the game. Some LGMs that sustained through entire pitch sequences. One guy insisted on telling Wright to DO IT FOR YOUR MUTHA though honestly he was kind of a dick. Lot of small children, presumably a symptom of Mr. Met Dash and Mother's Day. Mets sucked worse than the crowd.

O'Connor 1.5 Paulino 1.0 Reyes 1.0 Turner 1.0 Hairston 0.5 Dickey 0.5

Turner 2.5 Gee 2.0 Pridie 1.5 O'Connor 1.0 Rodriguez 1.0 Byrdak 0.5 Igarashi 0.5 Reyes 0.5 Thole 0.5

Thanks. History will just have to be a little patient.

Query for BG: When do you expect to add scorecards for 2011 games? I've been linking to them in FAFIF's The Happiest Recap series because they're more fun and tell a more visual story than box scores. The Game 28 THR selection was from 2011 -- the 14-inning "U-S-A!" game (a late switch, obviously) -- so I had to content myself with a box score link for that game. Just curious. (Like 49 years of designer scorecards aren't enough to satisfy everybody.)

Jose Reyes paid tribute by playing the game (offensively, anyway) like the Say Hey Kid. The two have always struck me as something of a pair.

Pridie 2.5 Reyes 2.0 Davis 1.5 Beltran 1.0 Niese 1.0 Igarashi 0.5 Rodriguez 0.5 Isringhausen 0.5 Buchholz 0.5

Pridie the Mets, a major motion picture starring Jason Pridie as the Iron Horse (featuring Angel Pagan as Wally Pipp).

Not to mention your cousin GARCIA.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr wrote: Through 4, we're keeping pace with a shambling, wounded animal. Faaaaaantastic! Spoken too soon.

Kevin Elster in the booth, asked about his late-career power surge. All but admitted, in a ha-ha manner, that he was enjoying the juice.

Rod Barajas -- hard to be mad at that guy for doing what he does every May at Citi Field.