So come out this Tuesday Night July 21^st  at 7PM for the first installment of AMAZIN’ TUESDAY believe you need to get out and you’ll feel better for it.

Lift a Rheingold today Mets fans it’s our brithday:

The new National League entry is New York is officially named the “Mets.” Not Metropolitans, just Mets. At a ceremony at the Savoy Hilton, owner Joan Payson swings a bottle of champagne and after three unsuccessful whacks turns the job over to a waiter who uses a bottle opener. The “Mets” was the choice among the 10 finalists: Continentals, Burros, Mets, Skyliners, Skyscrapers, Bees, Rebels, NYBs, Avengers, and Jets. The original list was 644 names from 9,613 suggestions. The Metropolitans nickname had been used by the New York American Association team in the 1880s.

via baseball-reference.com/bullpen

It’s hard to kill Dan Murphy over his outfield play as he isn’t an outfielder in fact I don’t think anyone in the organization knows what position the kid can play but we all know he can hit and he can hustle and he work his ass off but between getting picked off first base and not sliding into home his play last night was just ridiculous but I’ll chalk it up to growing pains.

Carlos Beltran for all his great talent does things on the field that are baseball retarded. Sometimes it’s bunting to move runners over even though he is a Rib Eye Steak Man, sometimes it’s a reluctance to steal a base when it’s sorely needed and sometimes it’s like last night not knowing when to slide. I’ve been running around all morning and haven’t read many stories on the game so I don’t know if Beltran and Murphy were asked why they didn’t slide but it’s things like that that separate teams that are contenders and teams that are also rans and it just shows the Mets are also rans the last two years for a reason.

I am ready to trade F-Mart, Jon Neise and any other prospect the Cardinals want for Yadier Molina as he has more balls in one testicle than this whole Mets team.

Now on to Ollie Perez. What you’re shocked? Well maybe just a little bit as we now get Good Ollie, Bad Ollie from inning to inning instead of game to game. Pretty soon it will be pitch to pitch. The worrisome part of OP game last night was he was great going through the lineup the first time but in the 5^th inning on his second go round, the Cards were teeing off at will. There was no working the count for the Redbirds in the 5^th as they were hacking at OP like they knew what was coming.

Way to make a first impression Casey Fossum

Tomorrow night on Pro Baseball Central we will have Mike Henderson of Nationals Pride as our guest as we preview the weekend series with the Mets and Nats and talk about the early madness in DC Join us at 9PM EDST or listen in to the podcast afterward.

It took just three weeks into the season for this team to aggravate the shit out of me. I keep trying to tell myself it’s early it’s early and I’m trying to give Omar the benefit of the doubt and hold back the detractors by looking at the positives but after last night I’m wondering for the first time this year if this club is poorly put together and what can be done to fix it. The starting pitching other than the day Johan Santana pitches is a crap shoot. The bullpen is solid but at the rate they are being used they’ll be burned out by the All-Star game. Ryan Church does everything you can ask of a player but is still treated like shit while it seems J-Man is more worried about getting Fernando Tatis and Gary Sheffield playing time. The two best catchers on the team are Shrek and Omir Santos. As soon as Brian Schneider is healthy I’d deal him.

I know I’m reacting out of frustration but it’s one thing to loose but last night was an embarrassment and the stink of 2007 and 2008 still lingers.

I was thrilled to come home yesterday and see that my copy of Greg Prince’ book “Faith And Fear In Flushing” had arrived. As soon as I saw the front cover I knew that this is THE book for Mets fans to add to their library as nothing sums up Mets fandom like the picture of Gary Carter and Ray Knight hugging after Game 6 of the 1986 World Series and the bottom picture of Yadier Molina watching Aaron Heilman’ pitch in the 9^th inning of <reaches for a Kleenex> Game 7 of the 2006 NLCS go out of Shea Stadium. Best of times, worst of times indeed and isn’t that what being a Mets fan is all about?

This book is more about what it’s like to be a Mets fan and how it is that we became a fan of this team. In fact Greg, shows we are more than fans, this team in imbedded in our DNA we are so hooked we couldn’t leave if we wanted to.

My family and friends know how I live and die with the Mets and they get their jollies by asking me “What team would you root for if the Mets cease to exist”?  I usually turn red and start cursing as that is akin to asking which of my two children I love the most.  As there are no other kids I could ever love like mine and I could never live and die with another team like I do with the Mets.

As far as I’m concerned this book is a must read for all the younger Mets fans. You guys need to know the history of this organization. You need to see your roots. As much as we all love David Wright and Jose Reyes you need to know about Roy Staiger and Teddy Martinez. As much as you all wear your 31 PIAZZA and 17 HERNANDEZ you have to learn about 31 PARKER (Harry) and MILLAN (Felix) and by reading Faith And Fear In Flushing you will be a better educated Mets fan.

This book is for the REAL Mets fan. The fan who couldn’t wait to attain drinking age to have a cold Rheingold  or  open a bank account at Manufacturers Hanover or pick out a car at your NY, NJ Fairfield County Plymouth dealer. The fan who feels that the 7 train is the ultimate stretch limo. The fan who sits in the Upper Deck of Shea and brings his sandwich and can of soda (placed in the freezer the night before and wrapped in tin foil for the ride to Shea) The fan who no matter how bad things are going in there life can smile at the sight of Mr. Met and feel secure that Gary Cohen and Howie Rose are on the job brings us the sights and sounds of Mets baseball. The fan who could sit and listen to Jane Jarvis play the Thomas Organ and for all of us who look to the late great Tug McGraw when things look hopeless and say YA GOTTA BELIEVE!