First Place, Suckas

Seriously?? I haven't posted in a month?? Missed out on all the spring training goodies...meeting our new lovelies...opening day. Where the f$%k have I been??

Answer: Old job: Spent many hours at desk, in front of computer, avoiding work, clients and boss by reading & blogging about Mets.

New job: None of the above. Not only do I love new job but I spend literally every work hour with clients. No computer, in fact I don't even have one. Not necessary in my line of work. Rest assured, though, that I have written no fewer than 10 blog posts in the past month in my head, so it's not like I wasn't thinking of you all.

So there you have it. Will you ever forgive me for having neglected you all so horribly? More importantly, will the Mets??

A few things I will throw out there for your perusal before I slink shame-faced into the night (and mentally write my next post):

Henry Blanco has a mullet. Business in the front (facing pitchers,) party in the back (facing ump)!

At first glance, Jason Bay has weird, crazy-type eyes. On second glance, now that he's hitting I don't really care.

Francessa, as of today, is on the Mets bandwagon. He needs to get off before he tips the whole thing over.

David Wright has a scratch on his face, left of nose. Anyone else see it?


And OH YEAH!!!! We're in first place, gangstas!!!!!!!!!!!!


I continue to adore Twitter and have multiple accounts for my multiple personalities. So you can catch me there, from time to time.

Our old friend Lady G reached out to say hello with some links to share. Will post another time, as you've seen them before, so there's no rush.

Catch you soon. Kisses!!!

I Want to be an MLB Mascot

This is why:




Imagine being able to stick your finger in David Wright's ear without getting arrested...


Kisses!

LM

This Year, I Will Be Happy

Are you dreading the upcoming season? Losing sleep at night worrying about Ollie's mental state? Jose's thyroid? Waking up in a cold sweat shouting "TWO hands, Luis!!!" Anticipating the day that Jerry's post game philosophical musings leads to a beat writer's head exploding?

I understand. Mets fandom is fraught (love that word!!) with anxiety. We are the perennial little brothers in this town, the red-headed stepchildren of New York baseball. The ones without 27 rings (is it 27? Or 26? Doesn't matter, you get the point). The agony of the yearly emotional soup of hope/happiness/disgust/anger.

Every spring, it seems, there are questions. Will the pitching staff hold up? Who will come down with some bizarre injury/illness that will keep him out for 2 weeks to 3 months? Will there be more stealth firings? Will the obstructed views at Citi finally be un-obstructed? What about that DAMN center-field wall?

Don't know about you, but I am loving it. Rooting for the underdog in this town is tailor-made for me. It's frustrating, exciting, always interesting. How boring to be a Yankee fan, where most years a playoff run is a given. The most interesting news to come out of Yankee camp this spring is whether Joba should start or relieve. YAWN. Can we beat that horse to death, finally??

So my philosophy this year is to enjoy the run. I will cherish our first visit to Citi (whenever it may occur); that moment when you reach your level and see the field for the first time. I will love the ride home from work with Howie and Wayne to keep me company, no matter the score. I will keep SNY on all day Saturday afternoons, just to catch every minute of the pre-game shows. I will read about every controversy, argue with Mr L about every pitching change, and cry over every injury. And most importantly, I will not have any expectations for a playoff run. I am simply going to love watching Mets baseball this year. And if by some miracle the now-underdog Mets make it to the post season, watch out! My head may explode too.

Happy St Patty's Day, loves!!

Spring Training Tidbits

It's here! The smell of the grass, the crack of the bat, the creaking of little-used joints (oh wait, that's just me getting off the couch, sorry)...it's that time of year. Finally! After an anti-climatic off-season, where most of the action came not from the Mets front office but from the Mets blog-o-sphere (honestly, people, can we stop dumping on each other and focus on the team? Please? Who cares how people RT? Don't like it, don't follow!!) But I digress.


If you're a female Mets fan, there is no better sight than this picture.





This signifies the official start of the season. David Wright, always the first to arrive, in workout gear, newly buffed and polished. Ahhhh.

Spring training is a time to analyze, discuss, project and plan for the season ahead, and for our beloveds, there is much to discuss. Questions about the pitching staff, the cast of a thousand catchers, the state of hamstrings (see Reyes, J; Nieve, F; Neise, J; among others) and thumbs (see Francouer, J and Cora, A). As usual, however, we will leave such analysis to other, smarter folks. We are so giddy about the start of Spring Training that we are going to celebrate the good stuff. The fun stuff.

Stuff like Nelson Figurea providing John Maine with his very own parking spot. That Nelson! Such a card! He may not be the answer to our pitching woes, but he has proven himself to be a teammate par excellent. Can't a spot be found for him on the team? Perhaps as starting cheerleader/personality coordinator.

We also have our Jerry, with his soundbites already in mid-season form. According to our fearless leader, David Wright arrived in camp "spirtually and physically lighter" Oh Jerry, you wacky existentialist you! David Wright's mental state is essential to the success of this team, of course, but there is someone else who may be more qualified to testify (as she herself noted during the concussion crisis - the girlfriend knows all).

Finally we have our newest love - Jason Bay. By all accounts, this Canadian is a first-class teamate and player and immediately improves the team with his presence. More importantly, however, Jason Bay knows curling. What else do you need from a ballplayer?

So sit back, relax, and enjoy the spring training ride. The stress and chaos of the season will be upon us soon enough.

Kisses!!!

LM

The Diagnosis of Mike Francesa

Hi all! I've missed you!

There will be a post coming soon recapping this off-season's fun and frivolity, I promise you. Right now, however, we are suffering from a severe case of Jets fever (which differs from our children's cases of bronchitis-caused fever, but that's another story) and are not tuned in to Mets drama at the moment. I am going to give you all something to ponder, however, which spans both Mets and Jets fandom. As some of you know, I am employed in the mental health field (insert your own joke here) and have come to a conclusion about our favorite NY sports radio host after listening to his anti-Jets bluster all week. Check out the official DSM-IV-TR diagnosis criteria for Narcisstic Personality Disorder, and tell me he isn't a poster child for this condition:

A pervasive pattern of grandiosity (in fantasy or behavior), need for admiration, and lack of empathy, beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts, as indicated by five (or more) of the following:

has a grandiose sense of self-importance (e.g., exaggerates achievements and talents, expects to be recognized as superior without commensurate achievements)

is preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love

believes that he or she is "special" and unique and can only be understood by, or should associate with, other special or high-status people (or institutions)

requires excessive admiration

has a sense of entitlement, i.e., unreasonable expectations of especially favorable treatment or automatic compliance with his or her expectations

is interpersonally exploitative, i.e., takes advantage of others to achieve his or her own ends

lacks empathy: is unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others

is often envious of others or believes others are envious of him or her
shows arrogant, haughty behaviors or attitudes


Help is available, Mike. Contact me for a referral.


Kisses!

LadyMet

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!