Despite the Mets reportedly having the most bloggers of any MLB team (cite: page ___ of Hofstra Conference Papers when they're published someday), and despite them definitely having the best (cite: personal experience), I do come across reports more involving the other 29 teams. Here are two from the past day, both of which ultimately worked the Metsies in as parts of their points.
I've known Hart Seely since I was in college. He was a full-time regional reporter for the newspapers in Syracuse when I became a stringer, and eventually a part-timer, in my last two years in Ithaca. Years later, not knowing any of that, my wife got me a gift of his book O Holy Cow!, a collection of poems taken verbatim from Phil Rizzuto broadcasts. Eventually, we got back in touch, and if it wasn't clear from his anthology subject matter, he quickly outed himself to me as a diehard Yankee fan.
A few weeks ago, Hart sent me advance warning of "The Juju Rules (Or How to Win Ballgames From Your Couch)." Today's paper here, linked to above, expounded on it, them, and him:
It is part baseball memoir, part humor book about how fans watching the Yankees play can follow Seely's 27 rules -- or superstitions -- for summoning magical powers to help the Bronx Bombers win. (Example: The Lookaway, in which the viewer turns his head away from the TV screen right as a pitched ball crosses the plate.)
Seely also talks about growing up in Waverly, Tioga County, where his grandfather founded the Waverly Sun newspaper, and about his Yankee-detesting father.
He even has a chapter about watching Game Six of the 1986 Mets-Red Sox World Series with the late John Bonfatti, a Buffalo News reporter who was a die-hard Red Sox fan.
Ah, that last bit. He and I have spoken a bit about our competing, conflicting religions, and here he addresses the point head-on:
Q: Regarding the chapter about Game Six of 1986: Do you think that your switching your allegiance to the Red Sox, along with Jay Bonfatti prematurely proclaiming, "We won the World Series!," upset the baseball or juju gods that night?
A: I have no doubt that I cost the Redsocks the 1986 World Series. In the EXACT moment that I decided to root for Boston, everything fell apart. Everything. I'm not talking about a few minutes lag time. I'm not even talking about 10 or 15 seconds. I mean, JUST as I threw in with the Redsocks, kaboom. How else am I supposed to view it?
Further redeeming him, in my view, is that he has never set foot in That Thing In The Bronx across from That Other Thing:
I am boycotting the new stadium, because the old one worked fine, and I consider the new park to be a terrible waste of taxpayer juju. (Note: If the Yankees invite me down to promote the book, I will suspend the boycott and go in all my hypocritical glory -- but I won't buy any new Yankee Stadium swag.)
I'm so impressed by that, I may just have to send him some Empire State Yankee bling next time I'm at a Bisons or Red Wings game.
Also, Dinger the Dinosaur?
Sarah D. Bunting is one of the creators of Television without Pity, long sold off, and now the chief farmer and bottle-washer of Tomato Nation, a blog specializing in all things.... well, let's just say all things. Sars can write (and possibly has) about brushing her teeth and make it sound interesting. A semi-regular TN feature is Out With The Crowd, where she features a baseball experience from and with one of her readers or other friends. This week's, at the link above, was about the Colorado Rockies, and while the talk ranged from mostly Mile High to some digs at the Devils (somehow missing a mention that the New Jersey hockey team was once known as the "Colorado Rockies" a decade before the NL team revived the name), eventually the talk turned to mascots and, of course, to ours (Sars's questions are bolded):
"Dinger the Dinosaur"? Really?
Yes. He is purple, and wears no pants. But he does wear a jersey.
Wow. I can't decide if that's cynical and bizarre, or cute. (Not the no-pants part.)
I go back and forth.
Mr. Met does have a full uniform, THANK GOD.
Indeed. Think of the children.
My understanding is that there is a Mrs. Met and a Lady Met? So there are some shenanigans maybe happening. Or should I say "Shea-nanigans." (He may have married Lady Met and now she's Mrs. Met. It's unclear.)
That's a promotional opportunity if I've ever heard one.
The impending arrival of Little Met. (Oh, yours is super-better.)
Aw, yours is cute! "Name That Metling!"
Exactly! Hmmm…can we make money off of this?
I can't believe this has never been explored by Met management. Although it does open up a can of worms involving mascot sex that may be best left tightly sealed.
Is this where we insert a joke about the quality of Met management?
There's definitely a "Bobby Bonilla's contract" crack in here somewhere.
And Ray ends this by saying: There is. It's on the lower rear portion of Mr. Met's current uniform.