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Hits (many to the opposite field) with runners on base. What a novel idea. Later

I’m fahklempt. thanks good to know where I can find all that information if I should ever want to reminisce. later

Not sure. I first read them in the regular forum and that may hold true for others. Later

Congratulations to Francisco. Later

I remember liking this, but I also like hallmark movies. This was hallmark meets sci fi. later

I just posted a new blog entry that is appropriate for Halloween. Later

A few years ago I wrote about the first regular season game the Mets played at Fenway Park, as seen through the eyes of Anne Rice. Enjoy. __________________________________________________ _____________________ Anne Rice Reports the Ballgame The Mets approached the old building with fear. It was secluded in the center of town, amid the cheap bars and crowded streets. But, as night began to fall, it emitted an eerie glow into the New England sky. The crowd seemed drawn inexorably toward the light, like moths to their doom. And as their team bus drew up to the gate, the word friendly was the farthest from the minds of the Met players. They had heard all the stories, but few of them had ever dared to enter. They changed into their uniforms solemnly, and slowly ventured out from the bowels of the building into the artificial light that was beginning to win its battle with encroaching darkness. They blinked in disbelief. There it was. All the stories were true. The Green Monster did exist To paraphrase Edward Albee, it was the malevolence of an erection. It had obviously been created by an architect with a deep hatred for pitchers. And they wondered to a man what impact that expanse of tin with mesh above would have on their immediate futures. The pitchers felt fear rising in their bellies; the hitters a false sense of bravado. Soon night would fall, darkness would envelop the rest of the world outside, and the dreaded Boston bats would emerge. Only one of their hurlers, Martinez, was able to nullify bats in this place, and without a necklace of garlic. By contrast, to the Met starter Al Leiter it had been a house of horrors for his entire career. Even the lights that started to dot the face of the Monster did not begin to allay their fears. It was a perfect home for a team that seemed to resurrect itself every decade. The locals spoke of the Curse which has lasted three quarters of a Century. Over that span, their fans have followed them to the brink of ecstasy, only to be plunged into the depths of despair. Yet the frenzy of their maniacal following has never waned, even to the point of destroying the lives of those players who may have disappointed them by making one small error or one bad pitch. The blood red words on the chests of the home team blazed in juxtaposition with the Halloween orange trim on the uniforms of the visitors. But whose blood would be spilled that night? The first battle was about to begin. The man expected to lead the Mets that night was Mike Piazza. But he was hit by a pitch from Martinez. Yet the man who replaced him, light hitting Alberto Castillo drove the first stake through Martinez’ heart. It was a home run that was gobbled up by the Green Monster. The life began to drain from the local fans. To the Mets, the smell of blood was heady and they began to revel in the carnage that was about to unfold. The bats; the bats; the timber-nabulation of the bats was to continue all night. The Mets hit three more home runs and Boston’s own semi-mortal monster, Mo Vaughn hit two of his own. But the inevitable was never in question. Slowly the fans began to leave the old building, to drown their sorrows one more time in the seedy pubs that lined the neighboring streets. The Green Monster had consumed one of their own that night. Soon the bats would be asleep; artificial light replaced by the coming dawn. But in the darkness of the old arena, the bats would remain, waiting for their next victims.

Every last sentence makes us think this is the last chapter of the series. And then there is another one. You keep dragging us back in. This has been harder to get rid of than a condo in Florida. later

I will throw myself between my adoptee Chris suero and the person trying to cut him. later

November 17 is the date I was looking for. I can hardly wait. Thanks, Later

When is the date when the roster has to be adjusted (cuts and adds) before the minor league draft? Is it the Winter Meetings, the earlier GM meeting or some other date? I can't wait for the next thrilling chapter of roster madness. Later

I really don't give an FFR about either city, but I hope Milwaukee wins. Later

I’d sign him just so he wouldn’t hit against the Mets. Hes been a real pain in the ERA over the years. later

I just read that he’s just 27 years old- coming into his “ bill james prime years”. There still a lot of tread on those tires. later”

Interesting series. But , MAN it has been a MF to read on a phone. It takes forever to scroll to the latest entry. I have to wait until I get back on my PC to handle it. Later