The Curse of Ed Hardy

Putz, Maine, Wright - all spent significant time on the DL

Pelfrey - Sophomore season less than stellar

Reed - Got less playing time than trainer Ray Ramirez

Coincidence? You decide.

Kisses!!

Goodbye, '09, Goodbye...

It has finally come. The day when I am able to slam the door on '09. Put it behind me, lock away the pain, only to taken out the first time in '10 I hear those dreaded words, "15 day DL" (God and Kiner willing, they will be uttered infrequently next year).
What? You mean everyone else already has moved on? Hot Stove action already begun? OK, so sue me for being psychologically behind the times. The grief process takes longer for some than others.

In any case, I have helped this process along by thinking back to the good times of '09. Yes, there were some. Let's revisit a few, shall we?

Walking into Citifield for the first time (good one, @ms_tinamarie)

Seeing Frenchy's smile - the pure joy of playing the game written all over his face.

One word: Metstradamus

Johan's proclamations about his gender (I'm a man!!)

Luis Castillo's OBP. I can't believe it either, but the numbers don't lie. Nice comeback, Luis.

Press conferences. C'mon, admit it, they were entertaining. You never knew who was next to be thrown under the bus!

The opportunity to get to know Ray Ramirez and Dr. David Altchek on a more intimate basis

The hyper-activity of the Mets twittersphere during a winning streak - especially @Coopz22 and @ohmurph at their finest.

Leaving work at 9pm and realizing Howie and Wayne are on the radio to keep me company on the way home

Shake Shack!

And finally...the knowledge that the season would not last forever, no matter how much it seems like it at times.

What are your favorite memories?

Kisses!

Do I Smell Gossip?

During these quiet baseball days (I continue to live in denial about the Yankees, preferring instead to cheer the demise of the Phillies) I, and other bloggers also,apparently, have noticed a spike in David Wright-related blog traffic. Since I am too lazy/busy/disinterested to do any digging on my own, I will throw out this challenge to our dear readers: Is there something going on us bloggers have missed? Let us know, and do your gossip duty. No tidbit is too small. While you all are frantically searching for jucy stuff to share, I will be preparing a new post, and won't take any easy shortcuts (like asking readers to do all the work). Promise.

Kisses!

And the Winner is...

TexasPolarBear23!!!

(courtesy of Random.org, random number 1)

Congrats, sweetie. Watch your e-mail for details.

Kisses to all who participated!

Giveaway!

Hello, my fellow Mets sweeties! How's the post-season treating you? Are you hoping the Phillies get lost on the way to CBP and forfeit the game like I am? Cause that seems to be the only way they're gonna lose, the bastards. Assuming there's gonna be a Phillies/Yankees WS, who do you root for? Or do you do what some tweeters suggested and focus on football? Maybe crawl under the covers and sleep till it's over? That's what I'm planning on doing, anyway.

So enough about the post-season blues. Let's focus on our beloved boys in blue-and-orange. The pitiful season is over, and we can go back to being fans without the daily beat-downs we were receiving at the hands of teams like the Nats. So to celebrate the end of the injury-plagued, drama-filled, press-conferenced season, I feel a reward is in order. How about we play the ever-popular, frou-frou giveaway game?

Here's what you'll get:

A lovely Mets short sleeve t-shirt, size men's XL

A blue Mets winter knit hat, to keep your head toasty warm this winter

A Mr Met car magnet. He is lonely, and wants to be on your car

A Mets logo button, which lights up!

Here's how it works: Leave your (screen)name and e-mail address in the comments section (just once, please!). The winner will be chosen at random using some sort of randomization program that exists somewhere on the Net. Deadline is this Friday, October 23.

Good luck, and kisses!

LadyMet

The Wright Brothers

Thanks to our dear friend Lady G, who is apparently paying way more attention to Mets bits and pieces than I am, we bring you today a clip of the Wright brothers - all four of them - having fun at the All-Star festivities this past July. Check this out, and pay your respects to dear Mrs Wright, who raised this bunch and lived to tell the tale:




So glad you had fun, boys!

Ah, the Memories...

Two things occurred today that took me on a trip down Mets memory lane, so of course I had to share! The story begins in San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua, January, 2008...

(LadyMet calls Mr L, on someone else's international cell plan): Hey babe! Did you hear the news? Isn't it amazing?

Mr L:: What are you talking about?

LadyMet: The Mets signed Johan Santana!!!

Mr L: WHAT????

LadyMet: How do you not know this??!! I knew, and I'm in a third world country!!!

Mr L: I haven't recovered yet from September, and can't bear to follow the Mets yet!

LadyMet: Well, you better start, cause Omar's been busy...

Mr L: Oh man, I think a trip to Miami is in order for Opening Day! By the way, what are you doing in Nicaragua?

LadyMet: Never mind that, just book a trip!


Fast forward to March 30, 2008...by some miracle, Mr L and I were able to find babysitters for the weekend, and a discounted government rate at one of Hollywood, Florida's best resorts.

Mr L enters the room, all excited: The Mets are staying here! I just saw Johan! I was so excited on the way up here, I told the guy in the elevator! Come to think of it, he looked familiar...

LadyMet: Well, who was it?

Mr L: Wait...it's coming to me...I think it was the guy who does the on-the-field stuff for SNY...

LadyMet: Great job, babe, you just informed Kevin Burkhart that the Mets are staying here. Good thing, I'm sure he was confused...

Mr L: Sarcasm will not get you a new David Wright jersey this year.

We head down to the lobby, and manage to catch Aaron Heilman running for the front doors (we should've taken him out right then and there)

So the point to this little slice of the LadyMet memory bank is that we were woefully ill-prepared for our Mets weekend, having no idea that we had booked ourselves into their hotel and missing out on all sorts of chances for pictures and the opportunity to wish our team luck. I was reminded of this failure when I saw the new post on our friend Julie's wonderful site, Chicago Mets Fan. Julie took some amazing pictures recently of our boys during the recent road trip to Chicago, because she was prepared, and knew the exit from Wrigley for visiting teams, and you can see them here

There is something to be said for being an alert Mets fan, and Mr L and I will never recover from our grievous lapse in fandom. Good job, Julie!

The second occurence today was Johan's surgery, which, by all accounts, was successful (as was Ollie's, btw) So get well, Johan! Please????

Kisses!!!