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The Mets were trying to put the disappointing finishes of the previous two seasons at Shea Stadium behind them as they approached the 2009 season with new hope and a new ballpark. The season would be defined by the new venue (3rd in franchise history) and a mind boggling spate of devastating injuries. General Manager Omar Minaya made some changes during the off season to improve the bullpen. With Billy Wagner undergoing Tommy John surgery in September, 2008, Minaya signed fre

Welcome back to Sunday School: Forgotten Faces of Flushing, our weekly rummage through the Mets’ attic, where we brush off the dust, squint at old photos, and rediscover the people, places, and moments that once made Mets baseball feel new, hopeful, and occasionally sunburned. Last week, we were in St. Petersburg, Florida, the Mets’ original spring home. Before Shea. Before Port St. Lucie. Before winning seasons were anything more than a rumor. Back when baseballs occasionall

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

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.

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

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

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

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 the curling pages of old yearbooks, and rediscover the players who once made you pause mid potato knish and mutter, “Hold on… he was a Met, right?” We closed out 2025 by revisiting one of the strangest detours in Mets history, when Tom Seaver, Ron Swoboda, Ralph Kiner and Yogi Berra paid a visit to Sing Sing pri

Every few years, baseball social media gathers like villagers with torches and pitchforks to anoint The Worst Free Agent Signing of All Time. This winter, the mob has pointed west, squinting into the Anaheim haze, yelling one name in unison: Anthony Rendon. And look — fair. Very fair. The conversation flared back to life because the Angels just quietly reworked the final year of Rendon’s seven-year, $245 million deal, a move that functioned less like roster planning and more

Week 6 of Franchise Fridays returned us to Citi Field, where the All-Time Mets Greats hosted the All-Time Giants Greats in what has become our favorite winter pastime: using Strat-O-Matic All-Time Great teams to give Mets fans something glorious to stare at when the real box scores are frozen solid. Dice were rolled. Cards were flipped. Legends were unleashed. Looking for back-to-back wins, the Mets entered play hoping to gain their first bit of momentum all season. After ope

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

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

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

Week 4 of Franchise Fridays at Citi Field kicked off with a battle between two branches of the National League family tree: the All-Time Mets and the All-Time Giants. After getting swept by their Dodgers cousins, the Mets hoped to finally get off the schnied against New York’s other historic NL powerhouse. And in this Strat-O-Matic showdown, Hall of Famer Tom Seaver took the mound for the Mets against Christy Mathewson for the Giants at the virtual Polo Grounds—a duel that pr

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 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

Week 3 of Franchise Fridays at Citi Field had all the tension of a playoff game, even if it was really just a Strat-O-Matic showdown between Mets All-Time Greats and Dodgers All-Time Greats. After the Mets dropped the first two games of the series—Tom Seaver outpitched by Sandy Koufax at Shea, Doc Gooden outmatched by Don Drysdale at Ebbets—the spotlight fell on Jacob deGrom. He was tasked with keeping the Mets competitive, while Fernando Valenzuela, with his hypnotic screwba