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"Dessens Into Madness" by Dan Warthen

"I Can See Clearly Now, No Matter What Everybody Says" by Dave Howard

"Redding, Willing, But Not Particularly Able: Adventures in Acquiring Fifth Starters" by Omar Minaya

"How Did I Ever Find the Time to Write This Book?" by Pedro Feliciano

"Laughter is the Best Medicine" by Jerry Manuel

"Money for Nothing: How I Secured My Financial Future" by Oliver Perez

"The Chest Years of Our Lives" by Tony Bernazard (Foreword by Adam Rubin)

"Third Base Is Overrated" by Ryan Church

"Swing and a Misch: How Met Pitching Stood Pat in 2009"

Is Turk gathering canned goods en route to moving off the grid? You know, to fill in the gaps on whatever he can't personally kill.

What, Burnitz couldn't have posed for some beefcake? No wonder we got rid of him.

Edgy DC wrote: In recent weeks, Stoner has been buzzed BoC sentence fragment nominee.

Barring something positively Bucknerian, I find missing the playoffs in brutal fashion much worse than losing the playoffs in brutal fashion. At least there were playoffs, indicating something was won somewhere along the way. Of course the Mets in this decade have been courteous enough to let us sample from both types of toxic stew. Though it technically didn't end the season, if this question was put to me before September 30, 2007, I wouldn't have hesitated one second in naming the Brian Jordan onslaught as the crushingest blow(s) I'd ever absorbed as a fan of this team. So close to a September 2001 miracle -- three-run lead in the ninth; four-run lead in the ninth six days later -- and stopped cold by our fiercest rival both times. I didn't vote for it here because of what came later, but it's still astoundingly awful. I went with 9/30/07 over (or under) 9/28/08 since it broke the mold for horrible last days and recast an entirely new and more horrible one. The Shea Goodbye aspect of the second consecutive Eliminated From Playoff Contention On The Final Day After Having Held A Reasonably Healthy Divisional Lead Well Into September certainly added an evil twist, yet as frustrating as it was, the closing ceremonies made the experience bittersweet, which is to say there was sweet in there if you looked hard enough. Nothing sweet about the seven earned runs in the third of an inning and then sitting there and waiting for it to be over and then going home and listening to the starting pitcher say, in so many words, "eh, whatever." After 9/30/07 happened, you can't say anything the Mets did in the way of letting a good thing go irreversibly bad could surprise you.

Spiritually they are all tied for 53rd.

Losing 111 games never sounded like such brand equity.

Tonight at 7:30 on SNY it's Mets Yearbook: 1963. A very chatty Casey Stengel, a very young Ed Kranepool, a very old Polo Grounds, a very under construction Shea Stadium and so much more.

I'm a wee bit surprised there's no points on the board for Hundley, if only because if we were doing this as late as the third week of May 1998, he'd be (I reckon) among the leaders if not a runaway choice. But that's why they play the whole ten years.

I'm guessing those who voted Milner and Stearns passed their ballot along to the respective ten-year-old versions of themselves.

Truly a head-exploding decade trying to make a choice at the upper echelon.

The decade with only eight years to it. Please choose the Met of the 1960s, disregarding as best you can, any performances from the 1970s. The blue and orange-ribbon committee thanks you for your participation.