I Miss Two Things

1) Crazy Keith
He was out tonight in the inning I watched. (Watching an inning is a rarity these days for yours truly when it comes to my least favorite Mets team in history.) Number 17 compared the police escort between Friday's upcoming split stadium doubleheader to the days of the Soviet politburo. It was stunning to hear. Gotta get Tivo next season so I can fully transcribe these moments.

2) Funny George
George Carlin is the first person whose obit I have written pre-mortem that we've published at my day job. The existence of those 5 paragraphs make me feel as if I killed him. What a funny man who just happened to love our Mets. Check out these 9 minutes of rain delay genius with our own funny man in the booth Ralph Kiner before The Man pulls it down:

Sleazy

That's the only way I can describe the Wilpon family in the wake of Willie Randolph mercifully being fired at 3:00 a.m. this morning. It was long past time for Randolph to go, but this was just a shitty way to do it. This organization will never be anything until the Wilpons (I liked one comparison of Jeff Wilpon = Fredo) get out of the baseball side for good and let someone fully take over with full authority. If a person like this ever takes over (Omar Minaya might have been that for his first year in the job, but that's it), hopefully he'll clean house and eliminate all the back-stabbing and stupid leaks that reek from the offices at Shea.

Sigh. It's amazing that 2004 came around again in 2008. I hope that doesn't happen around Election Day.

The Best Post Ever

Today Greg at Faith and Fear has written the best post I've seen about this collective of crap that are the Mets in name only. I encourage everyone to read it. He states my case for not blogging better than I ever could.