There are baseball players who think they’re legends. There are baseball players who act like legends. And then there are baseball players who apparently believe Cooperstown is just waiting for them to pull into the parking lot while the valet shines the bronze plaque. Which brings us to Pete Alonso. According to a recently surfaced report about his negotiations with Mets president of baseball operations David Stearns during the 2025 offseason, Alonso allegedly said: “When my career is being...

Last week in Forgotten Faces of Flushing, we talked about Derek Bell, a man who once famously said baseball “is a business” and somehow managed to make Mets fans simultaneously laugh, groan, and reach for antacids. This week’s Forgotten Face isn’t a face at all. It’s a place. And for me, beginning sometime around 1968, it was sacred ground. Long before the first pitch. Long before I understood batting averages, earned run averages, or why my father occasionally yelled things at umpires that...

Longtime readers of mine know exactly where my baseball obsession came from. It came from my father, Morris Rosenman — something I’ve also chronicled in my book Glove Story: Fathers, Sons and the American Pastime., co-written with fellow KinersKorner.com staff writer A.J. Carter. My dad took me to what felt like approximately 7.3 million baseball games beginning in 1968. Shea Stadium was our home away from home. Jerry Koosman was probably more familiar to me than several blood relatives and...