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Valadius wrote: ...Maybe he was trying to weasel his way out of admitting mistakes. That's kinda what I was thinking.

During the game Buck and McCarver interviewed LaRussa between the top and bottom of the 4th inning. A. Reyes was the 4th hitter due up in the bottom of the 4th. They asked LaRussa what he thought about his pitcher's performance thus far and LaRussa said 'blah, blah, blah but he's done and I'm taking him out'. Bottom of the 4th comes and goes, Reyes' spot comes up and LaRussa pinch hits with Duncan. At the post game interview, LaRussa is asked about Reyes and says 'I would have let him pitch another inning if his spot in the order didn't come up.' Huh? Anybody else notice that? Was he lying in the postgame thinking no one saw the in-game interview or did he forget what he said on-air?

I read major, major thunderstorms in St. Looie all day and all night today.

Don't let him fool you - we were all very concerned about Gwreck's drinking habits and tried to counsel him. Unfortunately he bacame belligerent, starting cursing at us all and threw his drink in Steve's face. It was very uncomfortable and forced our little gathering to break up rather quickly. Again Gwreck, please get some help.

[u:19f9c23d4a]2006 NLCS[/u:19f9c23d4a] Snow whites/Black & blue hats 1-1 Black unis/Black hats 0-1 Road grays/Black & blue hats 1-0 Pinstripes/blue hats 0-0 Ditch the friggin' black already, give the stripes a shot!

="Zvon"] Now I know what the American Indians feel like when faced with the Cleveland Indian and Atlanta Brave logos.

Those red strips hanging from their chins make it look like they all cut themselves shaving with a paint scraper.

Today's New York Times October 14, 2006 Generations An October Surprise Worth Waiting For By MARCIA WORTH BAKER AS the Mets charged into this year�s postseason, their city-skyline logo suddenly appeared on magazine covers, on pencils displayed near grocery checkouts and on bumper stickers sold at gasoline stations. But just a few months ago � and for many years before that, through thick and mostly thin � there was hardly a trace of Mets gear to be found. My son James and I would trudge from store to store in search of a Mets backpack or even just a lunch box, deliberately ignoring the racks and rows of Yankee tank tops, change purses and dog sweaters. Last year, the manager of a large, local sports warehouse � truly trying to help � asked, �Have you considered rooting for the Yankees?� James, who was 6 at the time, and I had a long, silent, thoughtful ride home. Even then, of course, Mets-emblazoned tchotchkes and memorabilia proliferated online � and a few clicks did bring us the coveted backpack � but seeing that favorite team�s logo out in the world, as Yankee fans always do, validates that loyalty, makes it seem meaningful and widespread, which is important for a child. This year, of course, meaningfulness doesn�t need a logo. But it does need a perspective. As both James and I know, this thrilling season would never be so truly, so characteristically amazing without the struggles that preceded it. And I don�t mean the team�s struggles. Before he started first grade, James had already learned that it�s tough to be a Mets fan, especially in Yankeeland. Here in South Orange, N.J., trick-or-treaters often resemble the Yankees� starting lineup. Yankees-themed parties, with the birthday boy in the Derek Jeter role, are not unusual. Our daughter�s American Girl doll wears a Yankee uniform (a promotional giveaway from a game she attended). Even our local history looks toward the Bronx: Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig played an exhibition game here in 1929. Now the town team wears shirts that say, �South Orange: Where Legends Played� in big letters across the back. Ambitious batters, from T-ball first-timers to college varsity veterans, aim at an apartment building on a town thoroughfare, hoping to break a window as legend says Gehrig did. Still, we never wavered. Even as children, the fans I know accepted the Mets as their destiny. Like being left-handed, it�s occasionally inconvenient, but it�s a way of life. For me, it�s a familial trait. I was raised National League by a Mets father and a Phillies mother. When the family landed in northern New Jersey, my brother and I gravitated toward Shea Stadium, where I learned to count change at the concession stand and to score a game correctly, filling in the spaces with satisfying K�s when the opposing team�s batter struck out. My father took us to several seasons� worth of Mets games, enough to establish a lifetime loyalty to the team. Even as their fortunes waxed and waned, and I lived in many places, I answered questions about team preference with, �Mets, of course.� If I had carried a backpack, I would have wanted a Mets logo on it, which is why I�ve been willing to travel hopefully from store to store each year, much as the Mets approach those first road games each season. The peculiar pull of this team is the repeated disappointment that punctuates its big-league credentials. I�ve always seen myself in the players � the way they blow opportunities, make spectacular errors and sometimes, just barely, catch a break they either don�t deserve or deserve more than any other team in the world. That�s baseball�s equivalent of missed deadlines, bills paid late, children�s homework hastily done and the occasional glorious day when either none of that matters or all of it does. On the best of good days, I�m Willie Randolph, my children are a well-trained team, and my suburb is a sold-out night game at Shea. More often, my Met life is a rainout followed by a grueling double-header on the road and bad news about the pitcher�s throwing arm. My high school buddy, a Queens transplant, and I used to listen to Mets games on a transistor radio in his yard when his mother sent us outside to weed the vegetable garden. I remember lying in spring�s damp grass, which dried to nothing in the heat of late summer and revived for the playoffs. Even then, back in the 1980�s, it was an apt metaphor for the Mets� seasons. This year, for the first time in recent memory, I look forward to reading the sports pages. After the Mets swept the division title, their logo swept the stores with equal bravado, often replacing large Yankee displays. Entire windows of sporting-goods stores in New York City are now filled with Mets gear. Mets T-shirts are being advertised in South Orange � advertised! � at several stores, along with enough backpacks for every child in the tri-state area. I see myself less clearly in this success story, but that�s O.K. If my Mets have a golden season, there�s reason to think that I�ll have the same. So I�m feeling an unfamiliar exuberance. In gleeful anticipation of � dare I say it? � a World Series title, I decide to buy some party clothes, a new T-shirt for myself and a hat for James. As a veteran fan, though, my exuberance is tempered, just slightly, by experience. Browsing through the array of Mets gear, I choose a backpack that I hide from James. It�s for next year � just in case we�re all disappointed and it�s back to the same old and the Mets logo vanishes from sight like a foul ball into a fan�s mitt. Because being a Mets fan means celebrating victories � a stolen base, a favorable call at third or a division title � when we can, and pragmatically planning for errors. It�s the lesson of the legacy; it�s the hard-won wisdom that distinguishes us from fans of that other New York team. It sets us apart. Well, that and the backpacks.

cooby wrote: Do you still have that couch?!?! Maybe it's the lucky couch we have all been seeking! It was in my college apartment and, alas, it is long gone. Great memories of that couch though. Sigh.

="Yancy Street Gang"]We should put a picture of Cruella D'Evil under Sarah Trachsel's name in Wifey Watch. Totally agree. Sarah Trachsel

I don't need to rely on Albie Freakin' Lopez. It's not 10-0 Cardinals in the 9th inning of the 4th game in a series that they are up 3-0. Mets win tonight, its 2-2 and at the least we're guaranteed games back at Shea. Who predicted Cards in in 6? I know I did. That means the Cards would win 2 games in this series. Guess what? They have. This is the playoffs, its not easy, teams don't necessarily just ride a broomstick through them. Maybe if Pedro & Duque were healthy but they're not so our little team has to scratch and claw a bit. The Mets were the best team in baseball this season, lets not forget that. Down 2-1 and its doom and gloom around here. Does ANYBODY remember 1986? Anyone? I mean jeez Louise, THAT was a time you could start to cry in your soup. I was sitting on a couch face in hands and I could feel the tears welling up. This? This is nuthin'. Get it together people. Reyes is hitting, Wright is due, Delgado's on a mission, Perez has something to prove. These guys don't want to go home just yet.

Groooooaaaaannnnn.

How about we want it to be Jekyl & Hyde - good and monster-y.

Hyde was the monster and we'd like that monster out of the cage I think.

AND - their pitcher tonight isn't exactly Cy Young either.

On edit: Scratch all that. Wrong thread and I'm in a bad mood.

I don't get it. How come he doesn't get wings? 'Cause the Yankees spit the bit?

Yancy Street Gang wrote: A win tomorrow and things will be looking brighter. Egg-zackly.

I'm disappointed....IN YOU GUYS! C'mon already - a bad few innings and you all fold like a card table. Have some faith in your team. This is a SEVEN game series, not a best 2 out of 3. This is not over. Its over when WE say its over! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? LET'S GO!!!!

KC wrote: Some people will argue that anonimity would make for a better board and more dynamic discussion. It's interesting you say that because I thought the exact same thing as I was meeting everyone. I think that putting names to faces somehow makes one (well me anyway) less inclined to be combative just for the sake of being combative and that surely can't be a bad thing. KC wrote: Let's get it back tonight, Trax! Damn straight!

Highlights - sharing a beer with the lot that was at the game (Ralph, KC, MFS62, SteveJRogers, Gwreck, Rotblatt, JohnnyD). Lowlights - the game. Happy to see Delgado staying hot and Reyes getting his pilot light lit though.

Spezio getting the start over Rolen tonight.

Holy fucking shit! Why would anybody do THAT?!

Um, did you guys get permission from Mr. Rogers before starting this thread? I certainly hope you did.

No, you're thinking of the 'Heidemann Weekend'.