Now the Mets have Jacob DeGrom's former agent working as a general manager, negotiating DeGrom's contract -- with an imposed deadline of opening day. What could go wrong, in a franchise that let Tom Seaver get away?
But at least many of the Mets were in Florida on Monday, stretching and throwing, scratching and spitting, doing what ball players do. We survive vicariously.
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
---"Here Comes the Sun," lyrics by George Harrison, from "Abbey Road," 1969.
Say, what happened that year?
2/12/2019 05:49:32 pm
It won't be the first time I've said this, but back when being a bully, while not nice, was not illegal, 10-year-old boys could be mean in 1969. A 10-year-old Yankees fan living in a Flushing ZIP code in 1969 could be made to turn colors and jump on the bandwagon in October. The psychological scars have faded but endure. The name Swoboda still brings fond memories. Frank Robinson played for the O's.
2/12/2019 06:19:05 pm
We need to ask Rocky about his memories about FRobby. Rocky is a Baltimore kid....He must have gotten some stick that winter...GV
2/13/2019 08:47:24 am
Thanks, George. Spring Training, finally!
2/13/2019 02:58:01 pm
Peter: Just scanned the roster. Bernie Madoff Era Lives.
2/13/2019 11:07:50 am
I am in wait-and-see mode. Good pitching (hope the rotation holds together this time). A few big, but uncertain, bats. I don't know where the spark or the engine is that will drive this team.
2/13/2019 03:03:13 pm
Josh: Wait, I forgot, Tim Tebow is on the roster. One of these years we are going to have that frolic.
2/16/2019 07:47:18 pm
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From the great Maureen Dowd:
As I write this, I’m in a deserted newsroom in The Times’s D.C. office. After working at home for two years during Covid, I was elated to get back, so I could wander around and pick up the latest scoop.
But in the last year, there has been only a smattering of people whenever I’m here, with row upon row of empty desks. Sometimes a larger group gets lured in for a meeting with a platter of bagels."
--- Dowd writes about the lost world of journalists clustered in newsrooms at all hours, smoking, drinking, gossipping, making phone calls, typing, editing.
"Putting out the paper," we called it.
Much more than nostalgia.