If you were wandering through Citi Field on Thursday morning and thought you’d accidentally taken a wrong turn into the North Pole, don’t worry. You weren’t hallucinating from too much egg nog. You had simply stumbled upon the Mets’ annual Kids Holiday Party, one of those rare baseball events where wins and losses don’t matter, the standings are irrelevant, and the only thing anyone is trying to pad is a gift bag. As part of the MetsGiving initiative, the Mets along with the

" I've just closed my eyes again Climbed aboard the Dream Weaver train Driver, take away my worries of today And leave tomorrow behind " Gary Wright 1975 Yesterday it was Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours and Led Zeppelin’s “Dazed and Confused.” Today it’s Gary Wright’s Dream Weaver. That’s quite a musical pattern we’ve got going here—my apologies for the earworm. Not sure how many Mets fans were dreaming about signing Luke Weaver this offseason. If your REM sleep visions were more “Co

You know those social media posts that pop up every day asking things like, Describe your mood today with a movie title? Or a song? Or the old internet classic where you create your “adult film name” by combining your first pet with the last name of your least favorite Mets reliever and yes, mine would be Coco Looper thanks for asking. Honestly, that’s how my brain has always worked. I don’t process life in neat paragraphs. I process it in pop culture references movies, lyr

The Mets reportedly have agreed to a two-year, $40 million deal with Jorge Polanco. That’s right: two years, forty million dollars. For a guy whose primary claim to fame is well, hitting .265 with 26 homers last year and being really good at remembering how to swing a bat. Polanco, 32, will be in New York reportedly to play first base and DH. And yes, I said first base. Hold on to that thought—we’ll circle back. Let’s start with the stats. Over a 12-year MLB career, Polanco h

One of my father’s favorite sayings and trust me, many of the others are not fit to print was: “Figures don’t lie, but liars figure.” It’s a wonderfully sneaky line, and like most good wisdom, it works on more than one level. The figures themselves, the numbers, are factual. They are what they are. But the figuring, the interpretation, the selection, the framing of those numbers? That’s where things can get slippery. With enough creativity, or agenda, even honest data can be

The holiday season is upon us once again, which normally means joy, goodwill, and arguing with relatives about whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie (it is). For Mets fans, however, the events of the past few weeks have left us feeling a little less like Kris Kringle and a lot more like Ebeneezer Scrooge, clutching our orange-and-blue stocking caps and muttering “bah, humbug” over the departures of beloved fan favorites Brandon Nimmo, Edwin Díaz, and Pete Alonso. Somewhere, a

Pete Alonso said goodbye to New York this week. And not just any goodbye. This was a full-on, heart-clutching, cue-the-violins, sun-setting-over-the-Queensboro-Bridge emotional farewell on Instagram. And by emotional, I mean the kind of scene that makes even the toughest Mets fan well up like they’re watching the end of Field of Dreams—you know, the “Hey Dad… wanna have a catch?” moment that destroys grown adults on contact. Here is Pete’s message exactly as he posted it: New

Let’s be honest, Mets fans: if 2024 ended on the magical, delirious high of the “OMG Run,” and the following offseason delivered the jaw-dropping addition of Juan Soto, you would’ve thought the Mets were building toward a baseball utopia. Instead, the collapse of the 2025 offseason and the events of the past two days have felt more like waking up the next morning, looking around your house, only to realize someone took the TV, the couch, and half the kitchen appliances. The

I’m sorry for opening up fresh wounds, but writing about it is sort of therapy for me, so bear with me. It’s a bitter pill for Mets fans, one that doesn’t go down easy: in less than a month, we’ve lost two of the most beloved players to ever wear the orange and blue. Brandon Nimmo, traded away, and Edwin Díaz, who chose his own path in free agency. And let’s be honest, there are probably very few Mets fans with a bad word to say about either of them. Both of these guys had sm

Losing Edwin Díaz hurts. It hurts emotionally, spiritually, musically, and in that little spot right behind your left rib that starts throbbing every time the Mets lose a late-inning lead. And look, this is personal too, because I genuinely love Edwin. He was always accessible. He was a stand up guy. He never once ducked a camera, a microphone, or a tough question after a meltdown inning. In New York, that matters. In New York, that is gold. And on a personal note, celebratin

If you’ve read any of my stuff over the last three years, first of all thank you, and second of all my condolences. You already know I am dangerously prone to falling down Mets rabbit holes on the internet. One minute I’m innocently looking for a Gary Carter highlight to avoid doing something productive, and the next thing I know I’ve lost three hours, three 20 ounce bottles of Diet Pepsi, and any grip on the space-time continuum while watching pixelated footage of long-forgo

If you’ve ever wondered what it looks like when a former Rookie of the Year, two-time Reliever of the Year, and owner of a pitch that defies both gravity and the Department of Transportation’s approved flight patterns officially becomes a New York Met, Devin Williams gave us the full show in his introductory presser today. Calm, candid, and sounding suspiciously like a man who’s already figured out how to get from Queens to Citi Field without Waze, Williams laid out exactly w

If you thought your family’s Thanksgiving table was complicated, wait until you pull up a chair to the Contemporary Baseball Era Committee meeting. Sixteen people seven Hall of Famers, nine executives or assorted powerbrokers, and at least three who probably still hold grudges from a 1987 arbitration hearing will gather in Orlando this week to sift through the latest ballot of baseball greats who, for one reason or another, still need a permission slip to enter Cooperstown. A

Back in 1986, the Mets were so big, so loud, so unapologetically Mets that even 20/20—the same show that once spent an hour investigating whether your salad bar was trying to kill you—decided to devote a full segment to them. And why not? On Thursday night, August 21st, 1986, ABC rolled out the red carpet for the Amazin’s, even as the competition (Trapper John, M.D. on one channel and Hill Street Blues on another) politely stepped aside and let the Mets suck all the oxygen ou

The New York Mets reportedly have made a bold move tonight, signing elite free agent reliever Devin Williams . Known for his devastating changeup and electric strikeout ability, Williams immediately upgrades a bullpen that has shown flashes of dominance but lacked consistent late-inning reliability. Williams, 31, first made a name for himself in Milwaukee, where he debuted in 2019. By the following season, he was a household name in relief pitching, winning both the National

If you want to understand just how big Dwight Gooden was in 1985 how he went from Tampa teenager to the most unhittable pitcher on planet Earth you don’t have to watch a highlight reel, or read a stat sheet, or listen to your Mets-fan uncle explain that he “hasn’t been the same since Doc left.” All you have to do is go back to Sunday, August 18, 1985, when one of the most powerful institutions in American journalism, 60 Minutes, showed up and said: Yep. This kid belongs her

If you’ve followed the first ten installments of our Kollectors Hall of Fame series, you already know this is where we celebrate the diehards — the fans whose devotion to the orange and blue doesn’t stop at the final out. These are the people who live Mets baseball, preserve its history, and build their lives around the memories the team has given them. This month, we induct a collector whose dedication to the Amazins predates Shea Stadium, predates Seaver, and goes all the w

Last week, the Mets did something nobody had on their offseason bingo card unless you’re the kind of person who fills out that card after the fact: they traded Brandon Nimmo for Marcus Semien . And immediately, instantly, in the blink of a Mets fan’s heartbreak, left field became a sudden, yawning, canyon-sized void. A Daniel Vogelbach–sized hole. In other words: big, impossible to ignore, and slightly confusing. So now the question on every Mets fan’s mind is: How do we fill

If you’ve followed our little corner of the Mets universe here at Kiner’s Korner, you may have noticed that it doesn’t take much to send me tumbling down the rabbit hole. A Ralph Kiner video? I’m gone. A forgotten Mets stat? Forget it, I’m living in it. Well, yesterday after the Marcus Semien press conference and all the chatter about how his age might affect his performance, I should have been counting sheep. Instead, I was counting Mets second basemen going over the fence t

The Mets’ newest second baseman, former Rangers star, Gold Glover, father of five, and now owner of the Most Spoken Words in a Zoom Call Since 2020, Marcus Semien met the New York media today for the first time. And if first impressions matter… well, Mets fans, start stretching now because this guy plays like he expects you to run out every grounder too. From the jump, Semien was vintage Semien: direct, thoughtful, polished, and sneakily funny in that “I’m a dad of five and