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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

If you’ve followed 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 does not 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’s inductee is a little different, not just because of how he collects, but because he is someone I have known for more than 40 years. Over that

Last week, we decided Ed Kranepool was the best Mets 1st baseman of the 1960s. He was a solid fielding option who could also hit for average. The 1970s, however, did not start the way Kranepool or anyone else had planned for the life-long Met. Kranepool started in 1970, probably trying way too hard, after a humbling 1969 season. The Mets organization went out and traded for a slugging first baseman in '69, Donn Clendenon, who ended up being World Series MVP. Clendenon returne

Baseball lost one of its quiet constants yesterday. Sandy Alomar Sr. the slick-fielding infielder, devoted baseball lifer, proud father, and one-time Mets coach passed away Monday in his native Puerto Rico at the age of 81. To most fans, the Alomar name brings to mind his two remarkable sons , Roberto, the Hall of Famer, and Sandy Jr., the six-time All-Star but before either of them was turning double plays or catching big league fastballs, there was the original: a 5-foot-9

Welcome back to Sunday School: Forgotten Faces of Flushing, our weekly rummage through the Mets’ attic, where we brush aside the...