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Mets and A's history has to begin with the 1973 World Series. Seaver, Matlack, Koosman, Rusty, and Cleon against Reggie, Campaneris, Rudi, Catfish, and Fingers. Should Yogi Berra have started George Stone in Game 6 so he'd have a rested Franchise in Game 7? Should the GOAT, Willie Mays, have even been on the roster at age 42? Should Wayne Garrett have been allowed to hit against fellow lefty Darold Knowles, who was appearing in his record-breaking seventh game? Can you imagin

Some transactions exist purely to help a Triple-A roster survive the dog days. Others exist to give a manager a spring training body who can play short, second, third, and probably sell peanuts if needed. And then there are the rare ones that exist almost entirely to poke the baseball gods in the ribs and say, remember 1969? The Mets’ minor-league agreement with Grae Kessinger, complete with a non-roster invitation to spring training, fits squarely into that last category. On

By now, Mets fans have learned a new daily routine for January: breakfast, walk the dogm check email, Zoom press conference, repeat. This month has featured so many introductory media availabilities that it’s starting to feel less like Hot Stove season and more like baseball speed dating . Today’s installment brought us the newest face in that familiar little Zoom rectangle — Freddy Peralta — and if the Mets were hoping to introduce someone who sounds unfazed by bright lights

The 1969 Miracle Mets hangover seemed to come in and out through the next decade for the franchise, trying to hold onto relevance, identity, and winning baseball in the 1970s. It was indeed a decade marked by transition, grit, and improvisation. No position reflected that reality more clearly than third base — the hot corner — where a rotating cast of players mirrored the Mets’ shifting fortunes throughout the decade. At the center of it all was Wayne Garrett, the most endu

There was a time when Craig Kimbrel entered a baseball game and opposing hitters immediately started thinking about their families. They wondered if they had said I love you enough. They wondered if this was how it ended. That Craig Kimbrel was a menace. A right armed horror movie with a bent over stance, a fastball that hissed, and a breaking ball that vanished like socks in a dryer. He piled up saves the way the Mets used to pile up injuries. Four hundred and forty of them.

Welcome back to Sunday School: Forgotten Faces of Flushing, our weekly rummage through the Mets’ attic, where we brush the dust off the bubble-gum cards, flip through curling yearbooks, and rediscover the names that once made you stop mid-knish and say, “Hold on… he was a Met, right?”                This week’s installment is a logical follow-up to last week's, when we focused on Kathy Kersch, the first woman crowned Miss Rheingold during the Mets era. And, actually, this wee

The Mets took a step forward in 2005 but General Manager Omar Minaya knew he needed to make changes if they expected to take the next step for the 2006 season. Minaya overhauled the roster for a second consecutive time and put together a team that went on to win the NL East but came up short of a World Series appearance in heart breaking fashion. The Mets were moving on from 37-year old and future Hall of Fame catcher Mike Piazza, who became a free agent so Minaya engineered

Mets fans, let’s take the blue-and-orange tinted glasses off for a minute. Vidal Bruján is not the next José Reyes, hell he isn't even the next Pablo Reyes. He’s not a secret All-Star hiding in plain sight. He’s not about to steal 60 bases and force the Mets to install a speed limit at Citi Field. So who is Vidal Bruján ? If your reaction to the question, “Is that a new member of the Queens Crew — congratulations, you’re normal. He’s basically baseball’s version of the guy w

The Mets' flurry of activity this past week has awakened our two curmudgeons from their winter hibernation and prompted them to weigh in: John Coppinger:  So we were told there was a plan, and that we needed to wait for it to take shape. Well in three days, we have a definite shape with the additions of Bo Bichette, Luis Robert Jr. and Freddy Peralta.  I guess we can start chronologically with Bichette, and I’ll jump in by saying that I really like this move. Bichette was the

There are two truths in life: The sun rises in the east. Mets fandom much like today's political climate is a house divided, with the dividing line usually running straight through Thanksgiving dinner. I know this because I run KinersKorner.com, a digital family room where Mets fans gather daily to agree on one thing that everyone else is wrong. Which brings us to David Stearns. Let me preface this by saying I have been a believer in David Stearns’ long-term vision for this

It's The Dodgers World, as we all know. They get Timmy Trumpet himself, Edwin Diaz. They get Kyle Tucker ($60 million a year for TWO good years. Look it up). Will Teoscar Hernandez, a true 100 RBI cleanup hitter, be batting ninth? What is going to happen next? Will Mike Piazza's Cooperstown cap now have LA on it? Will our precious Tom Seaver statue be shipped west? Will Mr. and Mrs. Met be adorned in Dodger Blue? Will Dodger Dogs be served at Citifield? Will Dave Kingman now

It finally happened. After two full seasons of me nagging, pleading, and borderline stalking the Mets front office via my keyboard, Luis Robert Jr. is a Met. That’s right the same Luis Robert Jr. who put up a , MVP-caliber season a few years back, making us all dream of 30 home runs and 30 stolen bases from center field, is now heading to Citi Field.”And yet, as is tradition in New York, some fans are pouting about the trade. Why? Because Luisangel Acuña was included. Let’s t

If you were looking for subtlety at Citi Field on Monday afternoon, you were very much in the wrong building. This was not a depth signing. This was not a hedge. This was the Mets standing at the podium and telling you exactly who they think they are right now. Bo Bichette is a New York Met, and from the opening remarks to the final breakout session, the message stayed remarkably consistent. This was about winning, work, and a willingness to embrace change in pursuit of somet

Hey Mets fans, consider this a reality check. A wake-up call. A figurative slap across the cheek designed to snap us out of our collective, group-text-level despair. Edwin Díaz is gone. Pete Alonso is gone. Brandon Nimmo is gone. And for good measure, let’s toss Jeff McNeil into the emotional blender as well. These were real Mets. Long term Mets. Homegrown Mets. “They were here when times were bad” Mets. The kind of guys you don’t just watch—you invest in. Jerseys were purcha

1962 was a year of tweaks, trials, tribulations, and tomfoolery for the inaugural Metropolitans. So the hot corner wasn't going to be an exception to the chaos; it was just going to add fuel to the dumpster fire. In the 60s, third base became a revolving door of veterans, stopgaps, and late bloomers, mirroring the club’s journey from lovable losers to world champions. Don Zimmer did the honors of being the first third baseman in franchise history. He started opening day in 19

Wilbur Wood never looked like a pitcher destined to be remembered. That may be the most fitting place to begin. He did not arrive early, he did not overwhelm hitters with power, and he did not follow a straight path to greatness. Yet when Wood passed away at 84, baseball said goodbye to one of its most unlikely and extraordinary careers, built on reinvention, endurance, and a pitch that defied convention. Before Mets fans marveled at R A Dickey bending time and logic with a

Welcome back to Sunday School: Forgotten Faces of Flushing, our weekly rummage through the Mets’ attic, where we brush the dust off the bubble-gum cards, flip through curling yearbooks, and rediscover the names that once made you stop mid-knish and say, “Hold on… he was a Met, right?” Last week’s lesson took a slight detour from the usual roll call of orange-and-blue alumni. Instead of Mets who were, we studied Mets who almost were, a half-dozen draft picks whose names were o

Rescued from the purgatory of running a team in baseball receivership working its way out of Montreal and into Washington, Omar Minaya hit the ground running after being hired as the Mets’ director of baseball operations at the end of the 2004 season.                He overhauled the coaching staff and the roster, making splashes on both counts and letting it be known that his Mets were intent on doing what needed to be done to turn around a franchise that had put up three co

The Mets lost Kyle Tucker and then, almost immediately, found Bo Bichette. Which in Queens qualifies as whiplash, progress, and possibly growth. Here’s how fast it happened. One minute the Mets were at the grown-ups table, pushing a truckload of money toward Tucker and saying, “What if we paid you roughly the GDP of a small island nation…per year?” The next minute Tucker was packing for Los Angeles, where the Dodgers continue to collect All-Stars the way kids collect Pokémon

The All-Time Mets Greats arrived at Citi Field on Friday riding a modest four-game winning streak, their record finally back to .500 at 4–4, and with a chance to take the rubber game of a three-game set against the All-Time Braves Greats. What followed felt like one of those nights where history, strategy, and a little Strat-O-Matic magic collided in just the right way. Before the first pitch was even thrown, Mets manager made it clear that this was not going to be a “sentime