Yes, we know it's been very dark here on the Zisk blog. We haven't even commented on the Mets no hitter by Johan Santana, R.A. Dickey's back-to-back one hitters or the fact that the government wasted a bunch of money trying to convict Roger Clemens when everybody knew he would get off scott free. (Of course, that could all be in our print issue in the fall.)
We swear that that's going to change in the second half of the year (and the season). We promise, we've got some cool stuff to tell you about in July.
Until then, we've got something cool for you to watch!
Our friend Ken has been working on promotion for a new biography of Hall of Famer Lefty Gomez titled Lefty by Vernona Gomez and Lawrence Goldstone. He was given access to the Gomez family archives and put together a short film about teams of MLB All-Stars traveling to Japan in the 1930s. Please enjoy Baseball Comes to Japan.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Saturday, June 02, 2012
The Joy of the Unknown Achievement
I didn't even plan on turning on the TV last night. When we got back from a meal at Bonnie's, one of my favorite Brooklyn haunts, I fiddled around in my room and considered dropping the needle on an old Graham Parker album. Oh, I'm so happy I didn't.
It's 12 hours later and I'm still emotional about Johan Santana throwing the first no hitter in Mets history. I was out of the apartment at 6:15 to get the papers, and picking up all four of them gave me goosebumps. I watched the SNY Fast Forward and started choking up in the bottom of the ninth. I haven't had a baseball game I've watched on TV pack such a positive emotional wallop as this one in a long time. I've never teared up watching a Mets game before--and if my girlfriend hadn't been here, I might have cried like a little kid.
There's been so much negativity surrounding the Mets for such a long time that it honestly feels like a weight has been lifted off my fandom. It's tougher being a fan of teams like the Pirates and Royals, but they don't have the added specter of (except for a few years in the 80s) of being the second rate team in their own town. Add in some collapses, bad executive decisions and owners that were close to a crook and it's no wonder I honestly thought about not watching any games this year. A cooler, saner head prevailed and this year's team won me over (save the f-ing bullpen) weeks ago. So to have this happen to such a likable team makes it an even mightier event.
A few minutes after the last out I thought about a few people:
--How my friend and fellow Mets and Red Sox fan Erik and I watched in horror as the Red Sox collapsed in 2003, and how fitting it was that he was the first person I got a text from.
--How I couldn't wait to see how Greg Prince and Jason Fry at Faith and Fear in Flushing would document it. Those two have had a direct impact in my fandom growing since 2005.
--How amazing it is for Mets fans to be able to have two amazing fans-turned-broadcasters in Queens natives Gary Cohen and Howie Rose as our play-by-play announcers. Both were at their best tonight.
--How the old Magnetic Field crew (William, Lee, Abigail, Jen and Matt) had to be on cloud nine.
--And how unfair it was that Bob Murphy couldn't have been here to see them win the damn game.
What a magical night. It's a cliche, but I'll never forget it as long as I live.
It's 12 hours later and I'm still emotional about Johan Santana throwing the first no hitter in Mets history. I was out of the apartment at 6:15 to get the papers, and picking up all four of them gave me goosebumps. I watched the SNY Fast Forward and started choking up in the bottom of the ninth. I haven't had a baseball game I've watched on TV pack such a positive emotional wallop as this one in a long time. I've never teared up watching a Mets game before--and if my girlfriend hadn't been here, I might have cried like a little kid.
There's been so much negativity surrounding the Mets for such a long time that it honestly feels like a weight has been lifted off my fandom. It's tougher being a fan of teams like the Pirates and Royals, but they don't have the added specter of (except for a few years in the 80s) of being the second rate team in their own town. Add in some collapses, bad executive decisions and owners that were close to a crook and it's no wonder I honestly thought about not watching any games this year. A cooler, saner head prevailed and this year's team won me over (save the f-ing bullpen) weeks ago. So to have this happen to such a likable team makes it an even mightier event.
A few minutes after the last out I thought about a few people:
--How my friend and fellow Mets and Red Sox fan Erik and I watched in horror as the Red Sox collapsed in 2003, and how fitting it was that he was the first person I got a text from.
--How I couldn't wait to see how Greg Prince and Jason Fry at Faith and Fear in Flushing would document it. Those two have had a direct impact in my fandom growing since 2005.
--How amazing it is for Mets fans to be able to have two amazing fans-turned-broadcasters in Queens natives Gary Cohen and Howie Rose as our play-by-play announcers. Both were at their best tonight.
--How the old Magnetic Field crew (William, Lee, Abigail, Jen and Matt) had to be on cloud nine.
--And how unfair it was that Bob Murphy couldn't have been here to see them win the damn game.
What a magical night. It's a cliche, but I'll never forget it as long as I live.
Friday, June 01, 2012
Tears of Joy
I'm speechless. Mostly because I've yelled and had to hold back tears for the past hour. I'll have more to say when I digest it all. I will say that I'm happy I stuck through a lot of crap with the Mets to finally see this happen.
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