Edgy MD

I chose "Seaver, Illustrated" over "Matt Harvey Taking a Shit."

That photo works for me. The photo up top (1) has Robinson further in the background, (2) has him unrecognizable apart from the caption assuring you that it's him, (3) has his face half in shadow (and not in an artistic, Beatley way) and (4) most notably, in trying to incorporate a recognizable Met batter in the foreground, doesn't fully commit to focusing on him, and so has him partially out of focus. The photo you post here is three or four times the cover photo of that Sports Illustrated above, isn't it?

The funny thing is that, after O'Brien laced the first ball that Rosario caught, Rojas stopped him on the way back to the dugout to get the skinny on how to hit Wilson. He listened too well.

Glad that Rosario has been working on his ups.

How much harder are the Mets going to try to give this away? The answer is none. None more harder.

"If you don't think of a Porsche as a Wyoming ride, just really quickly look at Brandon Nimmo."

Interesting that our house layout artist goes for one of the strangest Sports Illustrated layouts of the time. That shot almost looks like an accident.

Alfaro is the Mets' MVP in this series.

"Forget the troubles that would find him away from the game when his playing days were over." C'mon, Ronnie. The troubles didn't find him. He found them. And he found them well before his career was over. I'm glad he went harder in this book.

Come on, Canó. Did that ball go through your glove?

The Mets should sell travel packages — airfare, hotel, and tickets — to get fans down to Miami to turn the place into a home stadium.

Tim Tebow? Telephone call for Mr. Tebow!

Yeah, it's one run through three, but I'm not quite sure how he's doing it.

Vargas working out of flux with Earth time.

Nice try, Steve Gelbs, but you fumbled that segment like you were picking it up with a catcher's mitt.

Yeah, definitely Something Something Fuck Something.

I miss the Curtis who used to start off the season, like, 2-for-35 and then spend the rest of the year catching up.

The Marlins are ... fundamentally unsound.

Did I say 2-0? It's 4-0 after Rosario tears the ass out of the ball for a double.

The Mets otherwise killing it against the shift. Up 2-0 in the first with the bags juiced.f Mattingly, get a clue.

Conforto has a gift RBI with a runner on third and nobody on that side to field the bunt, but he's just swinging away.

Has the president displaced Tyson as the deserved namesake of the Zone? Thanks. I'll hang up and listen to your answer.

Because I'm a stupid.

He doesn't look right in a few ways. Apart from the piping, he's got this overbite happening, his chin receded from where I'm used to seeing it, and his trademark low-slung knee hidden by the angle. It feels more Ed Lynch-y than Tom Seaver-y, and I don't say that to denigrate Lynch. Also, let's talk typesetting. The headline reads "YOU CAN GO HOME AGAIN," but that's not what they're trying to say. If you're trying to contrast with Thomas Wolfe's "YOU CAN'T GO HOME AGAIN," then you have to emphasize where you differ, and set it as "YOU CAN GO HOME AGAIN." If italics weren't part of Sports Illustrated's cover design palette at the time, then they could choose to underscore CAN or set it in a bigger font size. Also, if the point of the title is that this story puts the lie to Wolfe's (now-conventional) wisdom, then put an exclamation point after it, man. "YOU CAN GO HOME AGAIN," just sounds like, "It's OK — we opened all the windows, cleared the gas out, and double-checked the lines. You should be safe now, but call us if you smell anything." This doesn't bother me as much, but you know the headline editor, exactly five minutes after he or she signed off on the final copy, realized he or she should have gone with "AMAZIN'" instead of "DAZZLING" in the subhead.

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