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Week 8 of Franchise Fridays took us on the road to Atlanta’s Fulton County Stadium, where the All-Time Mets Greats faced off against the All-Time Braves Greats. The opponent was chosen by fan vote, the setting chosen by nostalgia, and the pitching matchup ordained by the baseball gods themselves. Thanks to Strat-O-Matic and the Franchise Greats sets, these dream matchups aren’t just imagined—we play them out, pitch by pitch, and get to study a real, honest-to-goodness box sco

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

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 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

If you’ve ever fallen down the Strat-O-Matic rabbit hole—and if you’re reading this, the odds are dangerously high—you understand that the game is less a hobby and more a lifelong affliction. Those dice don’t just “roll”; they call to you. And for some of us, like the faithful members of the Long Island Strat Club (where the first rule of Strat Club is you constantly talk about Strat Club), Strat isn’t just baseball. It’s religion. With charts. So imagine the kind of mind it