At last, the death-gods have released their cold, icy grip on the United States; the trees are green, the birds are singing, and our greatest sport has returned. While there’s just too much to keep track of in terms of who’s where and what’s what and who’s going to do what and such—FiveThirtyEight, Fangraphs, Sports…
Life as a Mets fan, as any fellow masochist will tell you, can be trying. In 1962, the Mets' first year in the National League, the team went 40-120. In the more than half-century since, the Mets have had their moments, including World Series titles in 1969 and 1986, but the good teams have been few, and the miserable…
Mr. Met, the mascot for baseball's saddest franchise, received a stern warning from the Secret Service in 1997, when President Clinton visited Shea Stadium: "Approach the president, and we go for the kill shot."
Mr. Met joined Twitter today. He was immediately bullied by MLB's horniest mascot, the Royals' Sluggerrr.
Tipster Nicholas sends along this video of a gentleman—perhaps Nicholas himself, though we cannot know—tricking Mr. Met into singing along with him to "Meet the Mets."
You thought A-Rod was the only New York baseball personality out partying with attractive ladies all weekend? You clearly forgot about Mr. Met.