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Shreve has a splitter that works like a change and it's a good out pitch.

Yabbut, this president does those sorts of things differently. And has a wide-open schedule with which to do it. So, who are the three late votes for the Mets?

And Uceta mows 'em down in the ninth for the win!

And Uceta mows 'em down in the ninth for the win!

Maz moves the runner over and Max Moroff, American hero, doubles home the go-ahead off the base of the wall! His second double of the game!!

Mets tie it in the ninth on a double by Jake Hager! Toffey scores the tying run! Still no out! Mazeika up!

Mets now pitching Peter Tago, a guy who I had no idea existed despite poring over the roster all offseason. Apparently, he signed back in October, having previously retired from the minor league grind, but returning a year later after coaching high school ball.

How is it that they're still on WCBS?

Any post-World Series visit to the White House would get framed by a recently defeated President Trump as a statement that "See! The World Series champs — and, by extension, the people of America — overwhemingly reject the results of the rigged election and demand I stay in office! It's not me saying that!"

Willets Point wrote: I read the book ages ago and can't imagine it as a movie. And if it's a different story, apparently the filmmakers couldn't imagine it as a movie either. Yeah, it's mostly a different story based on the book's characters. Ed Norton bought the film rights in 1999, and you'd figure that with a misbegotten, orphaned urban misfit protagonist, it was an attractive property for him. And the fact that the hero has a neurological disorder probably led him to smell Oscar fumes coming out of the book. But twenty years in development changes things, and Norton as a member of a crew of young adult sleuths became more of a stretch as time passed, and now that he's about a half-century old, the group and he have become a cast of youthful-looking, if world-weary, middle-aged dudes, and their mentor a Social Security-sniffing Bruce Willis. But if you've seen, say, A Walk in the Woods or Wonder Boys, you're used to actors forgetting how old they are when they read, and casting themselves as much younger literary characters. Once you get that out of the way, as I noted, Norton as Lionel Essrog isn't that much of a stretch, but after throwing out the coming-of-age aspects of Jonathan Lethem's story, they kept throwing out. The late-seventies/early-eighties nu-wave-era setting gets tossed (along with all the Mets references) and replaced with mid-fifties and be-bop. Norton said that he thought taking it back to the fifties would make it more consistent with the noirish aspects of the story, but I think keeping the setting in living memory would have too-much underscored how he had aged out of the character in the decades since the book's publication. He nonetheless puts work into reconciling these elements. Lionel's tics actually find some confluence in the explosive syncopations of the be-bop of the city, and a character who is seemingly a stand-in for Miles Davis sees him as a kindred spirit. The almost all-new story has a lot of such cut-outs, with Lionel caught up in a battle between a thinly disguised fictionalization of Robert Moses and a thinly disguised fictionalization of Jane Jacobs, and even though the tone is very different, the film at times feels like a spin-off of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, with similar settings, similar fashions, and even a scene that looks like a re-shoot of Mrs. Maisel's version of the Jane Jacobs rally in Washington Square Park. So, you know, fans of the book (and I am one) will have a lot to get past dealing with what this movie isn't. But what it is isn't entirely worthless either. Alec Baldwin's Robert Moses-guy has a tic-issue of a different sort, in that you keep seeing elements of Baldwin's mimicry of President Trump popping out of him. But about two-thirds of the way through, you start to see that this isn't that unintentional, and the story that Norton is telling is more than a little bit of an allegory for the Trump era, and Moses' cold-hearted populism is framed as a smarter version of the current president. And any look through a different facet at our insane era has its merits. And the commentary of a nutty Willem Defoe twisting with frustration over what his nemesis is allowed to get away with is all of us right now.

Lionel is a gumshoe. He and his three colleagues do the grunt work at the detective agency while their tight-lipped boss is the face on the agency. This is OK by Lionel, who has Tourette's syndrome (though the name never comes up explicitly) and prefers to stay out of social situations lest his tics start firing up at the wrong time. This compartmentalizing means that they get part of the picture on cases, but only the boss, Frank, has all the pieces. This becomes a real problem when Frank gets killed working a case that none of them really knew anything about. While the other shmoes are looking to move on, Lionel has a loyalty to his boss, who showed faith in him despite his embarrassing condition, and so he puts his neck out and picks up the case, trying to put together the pieces of a very complicated puzzle. Hyjinks don't ensue. Based on the novel by Jonathan Lethem, but a pretty different story. [FIMG=780]https://assets.www.warnerbros.co.uk/drupal-root/public/mb_horizontal.jpg[/FIMG]

The way that shot is set up, it kind of looks like deGrom is the head of a triangle, but they had to crop Carlos Betrán out. Better than 50% chance that's what's going on here, right?

The 2020 media guide says it's deGrom by a head. [fimg=450]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/ERYxz-_XkAEtJI_.jpg[/fimg]

I taint sure who's voice that is.

This can be made to happen. Sell the Mets to Donald Trump on the condition that he leave office. He'd overextend himself bringing in a bunch of marquee free agents and gilding bathroom fixtures at the ballpark and resell the team (or his estate will) at a 30% loss six years later.

Jake was alone on the cover of last year's media guide. Has this year's come out yet? Cés is a longshot for the role for the same reason Johnny Damon got the job over Manny. Suburban relatability.

[FIMG=800]https://media.gettyimages.com/photos/the-feeling-of-desertion-seems-to-pervade-shea-stadium-here-as-only-picture-id515125868?s=2048x2048[/FIMG] https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/NYN/NYN198004160.shtmlApril 16, 1980. The Mets squeeze out a 3-2 win over the Expos before a raucous crowd of 2,052. Ray Burris went six strong innings for the win, and after Jeff Reardon stumbled in the seventh, Neil Allen came on with the tying run on third, the go-ahead on first, and one out. He induced a 6-4-3 double play and then went the rest of the way for the eight-out save — the sort of save you used to see when men were men. At least, you would have seen it if you were among the 2,052 through the gates that day. If that isn't enough to get a reliever to be the PotG, even in a win, then I don't know what is. But Steve Henderson, unaccustomed though he may have been to batting out of the leadoff slot, also made a case for the trophy with three hits. Amazingly, this was only the team's fifth-lowest attendance that season, with two September road games at Wrigley and two exciting home stretch wins at Shea against the Pirates (#s 157 and 158 on the season) all drawing under 2,000.

The listing on Nimmo's official condition has changed from "crossed fingers" to "fluff story," as he gets clearance to go get 'em.

So, deGrom still holds the title, with Paul Bunyan hot on his tail?

Cookie mom needs to get in on this.

The 1–4 Mets head to Jupiter for their first night game, butting up against Don Mattingly's 5–0 Marlins. I'm declaring this a MUST-WIN GAME. Of course, Luís the LOSER is starting Rick Porcello. Fire Rojas NOW!!!!

The guy landed hard on his arm and lay there seized up and immobilized as the play was played out, until the the trainer got out there. I thought it looked like a pretty harsh injury. I'm-a wait a day or two on predicting J.D.

I salute you. In fairness, apart from the beaded eyes and cartoonishly blurred quadro-brows, the effect was augmented by King Tut's hypno-spiral background. I guess that might suggest that having one of the pitchers zombied-out is almost appropriate.

I'm kind of both bearish and bullish on Teeb right now. I think he will appear as a big leaguer, but with virtually no success. But as noted above, anybody can fall into a signature moment.

Edwin Diaz is picking up where he left off.