How will the Mets blow it this year?
Martinez's toe? Reyes's hamstring? Delgado succumbing to no-hit-itis while Beltran fails to recover? Clubhouse acrimony?
Your suggestions, please ...
3/3/06 update: Twiff, as I might have guessed, offers "All of the above." Spring training results so far (opener a 12-7 win over the Cards with Delgado looking great and Nady going 4 for 4 with a grand slam; Cards ahead 11-7 tonight in the top of the 9th, with no details available) indicate lots of offensive fireworks. Pitching, as might be expected, is shaky at this point (but a good inning from Wagner last night is encouraging).
Martinez emerges as the big question. Even with the new shoe, he's reporting some pain. I'm anticipating an early season exit and surgery.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Mature at last!
The Trivial Life - Why Jay McInerney should embrace frivolity. By Blake Bailey.
According to Blake Bailey, "Mature at last!" was F. Scott Fitzgerald's cri de couer after each crisis, and might well be McInerney's. As one who admires both The Great Gatsby and Bright Lights, Big City, despite having little in common with Nick Carraway (apart from "being inclined to reserve all judgements") and with "you" (except for the occasional sense that an attractive woman I pass on the sidewalk is regarding me "as if I just crawled out of the Hudson, trailing slime"), I'm similarly inclined. This despite being a bit shy of a month from my sixtieth birthday. (I've told my wife that I mean to have buttons made that say "60 is the new 40". She doesn't approve.)
So I promise this blog is back, and will at last live down to its intendedly ironic name. Keep checking.
According to Blake Bailey, "Mature at last!" was F. Scott Fitzgerald's cri de couer after each crisis, and might well be McInerney's. As one who admires both The Great Gatsby and Bright Lights, Big City, despite having little in common with Nick Carraway (apart from "being inclined to reserve all judgements") and with "you" (except for the occasional sense that an attractive woman I pass on the sidewalk is regarding me "as if I just crawled out of the Hudson, trailing slime"), I'm similarly inclined. This despite being a bit shy of a month from my sixtieth birthday. (I've told my wife that I mean to have buttons made that say "60 is the new 40". She doesn't approve.)
So I promise this blog is back, and will at last live down to its intendedly ironic name. Keep checking.
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