A thank you to the Mets

Throughout the day i have been writing and tweeting about the Mets and social media and blogs – and it was a post on Matthewcerrone.com that inspired all this.

I want to thank the New York Mets media department.

They sent me a usb media guide.

I didn’t say anything earlier because I was trying to be humble (didn’t want to be like hey look how cool I am, the Mets like me)– but after the twitter discussions (@metspolice) I realized it would be kind of jerky to talk about how the Mets (or any team) should interact with bloggers, and then not mention that they did interact with me.

Thank you for sending me the media guide.  Much appreciated, and I hope we can continue to have a relationship.

For other thoughts on the Mets and twitter, Eli from Brooklyn took a turn at bat and keep an eye on Matthewcerrone.com

I have a really cool post loaded to fire in 10 minutes, and my “no blogging Wenesday and Thursday” failed miserably.  I must log off.  Community, here I come.

Cerrone on credentialing bloggers

I am digging Cerrone’s other site and found the video below to be an interesting topic.  I don’t know if any of you will care about this topic but as a blogger I find it interesting:  Should bloggers be credentialed?

As for me, I don’t do this as some sort of play to get free tickets.  (In fact, I’m still hoping Mr. Howard will take me up on the invitation to sit in Promenade Left with me – I’m buying)   However, I’m a human and if I had some sort of pass that got me in, I bet I’d go to more games….but I probably would also just use my tickets on the weekend to sit there as a civilian with my kid.

Would I be comfortable in the press box with Marty Noble glaring at me?  I don’t think I even want to go to the press box or the locker room.  Maybe I’d just get in and then take pictures of caps like I always do.

(Also being a human, this would become “Budweiser’s Mets Police” in a heartbeat if they wrote a check.)

I do think it’s a neat idea for the teams to have some sort of relationship with some of the bigger or influential blogs (someone else can decide what defines those parameters) because the internet doesn’t seem to be leaving.

At what point is a blog mature enough to be considered?

Should the Mets be expected to interact with someone who started last week, probably not?  But someone like On the Black works hard at his craft every day, he seems like the sort of person they should interact with.

I’m rambling (shocker) – curious on your non-blogger thoughts. (The video may step on the sidebar on smaller monitors)


Vaguely related, I’m thinking of doing a one-off blogtalkradio type thing. Anyone care? Waste of time? Honesty appreciated, you won’t hurt my feelings if you say nobody cares.

How I Became A Lifelong Bud Harrelson Fan

Shannon’s apology to Bud made me want to share a story that made me a lifelong fan.

July 20, 1985 – The Mets were taking on the Atlanta Braves on a sunny Saturday afternoon.  I had been given tickets to the game and took my younger brother (I was 18, he was 14).  The seats were great, the Mets won (16-4), Darryl hit 2 HRs and Doc got the W.

After the game my brother and I snuck into the press level (imagine trying to do that now).  I still remember picking up a release that discussed the Mets acquisition of Tom Paciorek.  But I digress…

After we were chased out, we finally made our way out of Shea.  As we were outside I saw Bud Harrelson coming out from the team office doors with his wife and family.  He smiled and said hi to the few fans that were there and headed towards his car.  Two guys – not much older than I was – had started towards Bud, but stopped when they saw he was busy with his kids.  Bud got his kids into his car, and then called the 2 guys over, giving both autographs.

I saw this unfold and grabbed my brother.  We started towards Bud, but by this time Bud was in the car and had started it up.  We stopped – once a guy is in the car that was it.  Well Bud saw us, got out of his car and called us over.  He signed both of our scorecards (yes I still have mine) and was actually apologetic that he almost drove off without seeing us.

What an impact that made.  I had always liked Bud anyway (even told Pete Rose off when I met him), but this elevated him in my eyes.  He didn’t have to get out of his car, especially with his family with him.  But he did – and it made a lasting impact.

About 5 years ago Bud and a few other 69ers were at Keyspan Park for some charity event.  I had the opportunity to talk to Bud and thank him for his kindness 20 years earlier.  Of course he didn’t remember it, but he said he always felt it was important to be there for the fans.

I said it then and I’ll say it now.  Thanks Bud.

An apology to Bud Harrelson

Kids,

One time one of the most beloved Mets was a man named Bud Harrelson.

You can look up his stats and you’ll wonder how a man with a .236 lifetime average could last 16 seasons in the majors never mind be loved.  I have met Bud, he’s a nice man, gives off a nice vibe, and definitely isn’t on the roids.  Baseball Reference has him at 5 foot 11.  No way.

Never mind my passion for donuts, I’m much bigger than he is – and I am not big.   It was a different time in baseball.

Before Ripken and steroids, you could bat .219 and still start at SS as long as you got to enough balls.  That was a defensive position, much like catcher is now.  If you got some offense, that was a bonus.

Most of Buddy’s exploits were before my time, although I frequently saw his plays in the rain delay films that are now repurposed as Mets Yearbook on SNY.

In 1985 one of baseball’s great dynasties was born.  Although the pesky Cardinals edged out the Mets, the Amazins were surely on the rise with their young pitching, three sure-fire Hall of Famers, and a cast of gritty gamers.

Davey Johnson ran the team, and when Davey got tossed Buddy would take the reigns.  You’ll see Buddy wearing #23 in the Game 6 video as there goes Knight.

By 1991 something had gone horribly wrong.  The dynasty only won once.   Davey had been fired.   The Captain had not only gone to Cleveland, his career was now over.   Young stud pitcher Ron Darling was an Expo.   Mookie had gone to Toronto.  Dykstra and McDowell to Philly for someone named Juan Samuel .  The great Dwight (now “Doc”) Gooden won 13.

And we booed.

There was nothing more entertaining in those days than listening to Mad Dog Russo kill the Mets, and specifically Buddy, for hours at a time.

And we booed.

We booed so much that Buddy stopped coming out to make pitching changes.

So we booed more.

Our beloved shortstop and someone who was always the SS on the “all-time Mets” until Reyes came along was now the target of boos.

Since then Buddy hasn’t been around much.  I bet if you’re under 30 you don’t know much about him.   Both are a shame.

Buddy, I was one of the boo-ers.   I apologize.  20 years too late.

The Mets Police
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