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October 12, 2006

Did anyone else catch that? That was Bob Dylan with the theme song from the movie ‘Wonder Boys’ “Things Have Changed”, which happens to be THE song that has been running thru my head for the last 2 weeks. Amazing. Just like our Mets.

I’m saving my interesting commentary for the end of game summary…

Welcome to the Live Mets Post.

October 12, 2006

Hiya, I’m Nicco’s little brother, invited here tonight to blog about the Mets in this NLCS. I’m fairly excited as I love the Mets, love baseball, love technology, love New York and love my family. So tonight I’ve got all 5 in a wonderfull mash up.

For the record I’m here in my Aunt’s condo, my wife is cooking dinner, my uncle’s sister is helping her, my uncle is feeding my daughter a bottle and my aunt should be here shortly. And me. I’m watching these dumb comercials and listening to some braindead commentary.

I feel dissapointed with Joe Buck and Tim McCarver, who make me want to watch Ugly Betty instead. Seriously. Inane banter. OH, Luis Gonzales will be on tonight. I hope he’s better then Lou Pinella. 5 players from both the A’s and Tigers were refered to as the “nicest guy in baseball” last night. I mean come on. In a tense and exciting, emotionally charged series, the best thing you can talk about is how nice these guys are?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Keith Hernandez (un PC comments and all) never bored me. I really enjoyed watching each game he called. I learned alot about baseball technique, history and clubhouse feel. Especially when they’d play him against Ron Darling.

But enough of the frivolities.. now for the best thing in the world, Mets October Baseball with the family. Keep your browsers pointed here and catch my opinions on this magical night.

God Bless the Mets

October 12, 2006

My brother and I went to the game 2 last week against the Dodgers. It was a blast. Tonight, on to the Cardinals. I’m in a meeting tonight but I’ll be keeping track of the game via MLB.com’s GameDay – it is one of the coolest things ever. I always use it – even if I’m watching the game on TV. GameDay is incredible and very cool and I wish there was a GameDay for my cell phone.

I love the Mets. It goes back to some of my earliest memories. I remember 1986 vividly, the first World Series where I really paid attention. And I remember my mother making me go to bed before the game was over, and then my father coming and waking me up and taking me down to the basement to watch Ray Knight bring it home for the tie-breaking homerun in Game 7. To this day I can recite every player on the 1986 Mets rooster: Keith Hernandez, Tim Teufel, Rafael Santana, Ray Knight, Lenny Dykstra, Darryl Strawberry, George Foster, Gary Carter, and Doc Gooden, Bobby O, Ron Darling, Sid Fernandez. It’s amazing how their names were seared into my head in the 4th grade.

I love the Mets. And now, twenty years after the 86 World Series, they’ve got a shot again, and I am pulling out the stops. Every lucky thing I can think of, every saint that I can possibly pray to, my most superstitious self is manifesting. Let’s Go Mets! (Jose, Jose, Jose, Jose… Jose… Jose!)

Kumasi Born

June 25, 2006

I was born in Kumasi, Ghana. I’ve even got an Ashanti nick-name: Akwasi, since I was born on a Sunday. Consequently, in following the World Cup, I’ve been rooting for Ghana. But as they have succeeded, I’ve developed a problem. I can’t root too hard, as I’ve been spending a lot of mental energy focusing on the Mets and their victories. I’m afraid that if I divert too much energy to rooting for Ghana, the Mets will begin to loose. It’s a serious dilemma.

Baseball, Baby.

October 21, 2004

It has been a week of amazing television, between baseball and the Daily Show. Baseball, baseball, baseball. I am an enormous Brooklyn Cyclones fan — but that’s minor league, single A short season, New York Mets minor league team.

The game play has been epic. No other word for it. Think Greek Mythology. Schilling, bleeding at the heel last night. The Zeus-ian showdown of Ortiz and seventh-pitcher Loaiza Monday night in a stunning 14 innings. And tonight — a complete repudiation of a decade or so of Yankee hedgemony.

All of it brings back 1986, the last time the Red Sox were in the World Series. That was the year I fell in love with baseball. It was the Red Sox vs. the Mets, and my father, born and raised in Queens, was a big Mets fan. I was in fourth grade, we had just moved to America from Indonesia… and in a year or two we were going to leave again, moving to Korea.

My parents would let me watch the beginning of each game, and then send me to bed before it got too late. But the game would get too exciting, my Dad would get all worked up, and he’d run upstairs and wake me up to watch the game with him. In my little kid brain that image of Ray Knight and Mookie Wilson coming home just as the Red Sox thought they’d won it is seared into my skull. It’s what you’d call a formative memory.

Yes, the 1986 Mets — I can still reel off their names: Keith Hernandez, Bobby O, Gary Carter, Lenny Dykstra, Kevin Mitchell, Dwight Gooden, Darryl Strawberry. The electricity and unexpected intensity of that Series set me off on a life-long love of baseball, and watching the games this week brought it all back. So here’s to baseball — let’s hope that the Sox fare a little better this year than in 1986 — and that their fellow Bostonian wins his November contest as well. Although it’s seriously disappointing that his campaign blog doesn’t even mention the game. At least Blogging of the President is going nuts.