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That was a brilliant read, never saw that before, at the sausage cart is hilarious.

An internal investigation by the Braves? , all sorts of things could come from this.

m.e.t.b.o.t. wrote: m.e.t.b.o.t. will continue to post free of charge. If you had a slot I would feed you quarters .

Well I have an old can of oil here, would that do you for compensation?

Val, while it's not exactly Vince Lombardi that was still inspiring...... GO METS.

Bobby V used to say that Buckner had borderline HOF numbers , he would get quite worked up on the treatment Buckner received over the years, those two are great friends apparently. Great that Buckner went back and now I hope everyone else can put what happened behind them, he says he has a long time ago.

Will pay you to stick around.

Great story. ] Player travels path from `hostility' to priest 'TOP PROSPECT TO PRIME SUSPECT': After throwing punches at his minor league manager and bouncing around as an actor, a hitter found a new direction in life NY TIMES NEWS SERVICE, NEW YORK Sunday, Oct 22, 2006 Ed Cipot was eating and drinking his way through the New York Mets 1977 Christmas party at a restaurant in Shea Stadium when a priest began walking toward him from across the room. Cipot immediately wondered what he had done wrong. Instead, the priest, Joseph DiSpenza, simply asked, "You're a Catholic, aren't you?" As a matter of fact, that was true. As a matter of consequence, Cipot's Roman Catholicism didn't seem particularly relevant, at least to him. He had been invited to the Diamond Club on that day solely as a power-hitting outfielder in the minor leagues. The Mets already had plans to put him on the major league roster for spring training in 1978 and to bring him up that September for his first taste of the big show. Everything in Cipot's life had pointed this way, from the spring twilight when he tried out for Little League in his hometown, Highland Park, New Jersey, a 9-year-old tornado with the bat. He went on to set slugging records for his high school team, was drafted by the Mets in 1974 and played his way up from the Appalachian League to the Tidewater Tides in Triple-A. He was "22 years old and 190 pounds of pure hostility," as Cipot put it in a recent interview, and "certainly not living my faith, more like la vida loca." By August 1978, the month before he was supposed to be called up to the majors, Cipot was mired in an 0-for-25 slump. Stepping up to bat against the Columbus Clippers one day, he heard the manager call, "Sit down!" A utility infielder went to pinch hit. When Cipot returned to the dugout, he started screaming and throwing punches at the manager. He drove back to New Jersey after the season ended that autumn, feeling, he says now, as if "I'd gone from top prospect to prime suspect." He found himself calling DiSpenza to see about having dinner together. DiSpenza was a sports psychologist in addition to being a priest, which was why he spent so much time around the Mets. He worked with players on motivation, visualization and even elements of hypnotism, and he was friendly with Joe Torre, the team manager. That first dinner, DiSpenza and Cipot spoke little about religion, mostly about how the player, so angry and frustrated, could rediscover what he had always loved about the game. A few more years passed, and Cipot drifted down the ladder to the Double-A Eastern League before retiring in 1982, his dream terminated at age 26. He moved to Manhattan, interested in building a second career in acting, which had already yielded a couple of roles, including one as a minor-league ballplayer. Again, he phoned DiSpenza, and through a friend of the priest he was invited to sit in on a few classes at Lee Strasberg's Actors Studio, before formally studying with Stella Adler That same year, Cipot's father, Frank, a devout man, died, and Cipot realized he was turning to DiSpenza as a kind of surrogate. Cipot began to drive the priest on his rounds: a wedding in the Bronx, a funeral on Staten Island and one time a baptism where Willie Randolph, then a Yankees infielder, was a godparent. At DiSpenza's behest, Cipot started running a recreation program for neighborhood children at the St. Columba parish near Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan. It had been impossible for Cipot to be around anything to do with baseball since retiring, until he played Wiffleball with those children, until he took them to Yankees games with free tickets the priest had received. In doing all this, Cipot started to remember the way he had felt as an altar boy in grade school, "a sense of the meaning and importance of a priest, the sense of God being with us." He recalled, too, that even in his dissolute years in the minors something had inspired him to find a Catholic church every Sunday morning, no matter what city he was in, no matter how he had misspent Saturday night. Later in the '80s, struggling with an actor's chronic search for paying parts, Cipot asked DiSpenza yet again for advice. For the first and only time, DiSpenza mentioned entering a seminary. Cipot did not take that next step until 1993, the year DiSpenza died. "I kept hearing a voice asking me, `Eddie, what are you doing with your life?' " Cipot recalled. "I couldn't get this out of my head, that maybe God was calling me to do what Father Joe did." Ed Cipot was ordained as a priest at St. Patrick's Cathedral in May 2000. As Father Cipot, he served in two parishes in Harlem, St. Charles Borromeo and Resurrection, and spent a year as vocations director for the New York Archdiocese, in part looking for unexpected midlife candidates for the priesthood, as he had been. Since January, he has been assigned to work at the Holy Child Parish on the southern end of Staten Island. On many nights recently, Cipot watched the Mets' playoff games on the rectory's television set. At the age of 50, he said, his own career and its culminating disappointments "feel like a lifetime ago." He has not run in a decade. But he still has the muscular forearms and thick wrists of a natural hitter. Just lately, he said, he has been thinking about taking up a parishioner's offer to join a local softball team. This story has been viewed 1285 times. http://www.taipeitimes.com/News/sport/archives/2006/10/22/2003332912>

Perez - 3 Smith - 0.50 Muniz - 0.25 Delgado - 0.50 Beltran - 0.50

Phillies beat the Mets now nine straight, going back to last June.

No but Gary didn't know he was there and sounded surprised saying that Kingman had not been there(Shea) in years. Of course he might not have known he was there before.

Gotta say that's a darn fine first post, Jim the Monstrously Huge Batboy would be proud. Welcome.

Song getting played today at Shea was on youtube, not anymore.... ]This video is no longer available due to a copyright claim by MLB Advanced Media

I like Acta too but why is he the anointed one to get the job at Shea , didn't Minaya hire Randolph?

Rodriguez SO four times in this game for only the fourth time in his career , he'll never forgive himself for that.

Kingman was at the game today, Keith said he had a long conversation with him before the game.

I'm watching the replay and Kevin Burkhardt is interviewing Governor Patterson asking him of his memories of Shea stadium....I thought he was going to regale us with stories of past trysts in the Shea parking lot with hookers or of scoring dope there but no he told a nice story of his Dad taking him to Shea the night before it opened and asking the guys there if his legally blind son could walk the field, they let him.

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Newsday blog......I guess the Mets are good sports or something. ] 4:06 p.m. You got to hand it to deadspin and fark.com. They scored a big one here. In the Mets' online poll to determine what song they're going to play in the eighth inning, the people at those Web sites organized a campaign to write-in Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up." Sure enough, the song won. Give the Mets credit for playing it, too, although the public address announcer essentially explained how they got punked. He told the 56,000 people here they were "Rick-rolled." As the song played, Mets fans booed.

I'd like to watch the replay of this tonight with a happy feeling, so come fucking on and win this game for fucks sake.

smg58 wrote: Is Feliciano OK? This is two innings in a row where he should have been brought in. We need to know the answer to this , damn.

Only Rick Astley can save this day now.

Schoeneweis didn't need that right there, nor did we but this guy needed a good outing.

SteveJRogers wrote: ="metirish"]SteveJRogers wrote: At what point do we wonder if Reyes needs a "change of scenery" to ever be the player he was prior to Willie pulling a Hodges-Cleon on him? Next season he will have that change of scenery. Heh, I'm not referring to Shea/Citi. Either send him packing or fire Willie, Jose really seems to have "lost his smile" out there. Willies has been around winners all his life so Jose should go.