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Thanks to The ‘Roplitans
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What Mets fans talk about when not talking about the actual games.
See that on the left? That’s the photo that makes the lead in Details magazine. I knew A-Rod would do his best to take Brodeur’s day away from him.
Coupla things I like in the article:
On being the youngest player in the league: “I’m like, What am I doing here?” he recalls. “They’re going to bars—I couldn’t get in to half the places.” I ask him if he had a fake ID. “Yeah, I probably had one of those at some point,” Rodriguez says cautiously, as if the Seattle PD might cuff him.
I’m not sure what this means:
Rodriguez doesn’t mind looking a bit human. “At one point I did nothing wrong,” he says, almost with pride. “And now, over the last three or four years, I caught up, you know?”
and he said this before the steroids:
“New York is one of a kind,” Rodriguez says. “It’s made me ask all the tough questions. It’s brought out the best in me. There are some things I have to work on. And that part is fun.” He pauses, and then, perhaps alluding to coming events, says, “Revealing the truth about yourself is always good.”
Oops.
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Tonight, the greatest goaltender of them all goes for number 552.
It’s amazing what a difference eight miles makes. I’ve said this many times before, but if Marty and his three championships had played in the Garden, there would be a statue of him in front of Penn Station much like the Rocky statue.
Marty would be Derek Jeter on skates. Mark Messier summer of 1994, before he decided he wanted to be a Canuck.
Instead, the good Lord made him a Devil, so he toils in relative obscurity. Not as obscure as he’d be if he were a Blue Jacket, but at least if he were Mr. Blue Jacket he’d own the town.
Instead Marty has his parades in the parking lot.
As amazing as #552 will be, with years left in his career, it’s easy to forget that his numbers are diminished in the same way that World War Two cost Ted Williams and Joe D some big numbers.
Mike Battaglino broke it down in the Post the other day. What if there had been a full season in 1994-95? What if there would been a season in 2003-04 at all? Mike makes a good case that Brodeur would have 611 wins by now.
Hopefully A-Rod won’t fall down a flight of stairs, or Jeter won’t catch a cold so that Marty can have the back page to himself tomorrow.
Congratulations Marty! Some day #30 will hang in the rafters. Hopefully the rafters will still be in New Jersey.
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Happy St. Patrick’s Day from Shea Stadium – lets welcome Bob Murphy to the microphone (Tim McCarver is up in the TV booth) to introduce the Irish Mets – a list of Mets who have at-least Irish-sounding names. Feel free to hit comments to add suggestions, nitpick heritage, or bitch. Bob, take it away…(no I’m not going to attempt to write in Murph-cadence)
First let’s meet the pitchers:
Our starters: Nolan Ryan, Tim Leary, Terry Leach and Jim McAndrew
The bullpen: Tug McGraw & Roger McDowell
Behind the plate: Mike Fitzgerald
Third base: He played 38 games there in 1990, please welcome back our old friend Tom O’Malley
Shortstop: Roy McMillan
Second base: Doug Flynn
First base: Joe McEwing who can play anywhere is going to have to play here. (I wanted to nominate the big redhead Rusty Staub but was overruled by the Mets Police Emerald Society).
In left: Daniel Murphy
In Center: Kevin McReynolds (33 games there in 1991)
The Right Fielder: Dave Gallagher
Pete Flynn will take care of the grounds, and to manage this not-so-impressive lineup, we considered having a player-manager at SS, but we decided to go un-Wilpon and not forget the New York Giants so John McGraw will be our choice.
So the idea for this post was better than the names. Open to suggestions…
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