Once a night, you say?
Then you'll be interested in this tale about a former Met, from a book excerpt via the fine folks at FanHouse:
Interestingly, another Padre, center fielder Mike Cameron, had a more intimate experience with game-day tipsiness:So how long before we find out about all of the substances the 2007 Mets were on during the last three weeks of the season? Greenies? Doobies? Frosted Mini-Wheats? When? When will we know?
"Sh-t, I've played drunk.
"When?"New York City.
"What were the circumstances?
"I went four for four with two jacks and eight ribbies. I'm not saying that's the only day I played drunk, but that was the best one."
And if they weren't on anything, don't you think they should have been?
Pass the courvoisier.
Hey, the Mets are bringing back Moises Alou and Damion Easley! So much for that whole "let's get younger" thing. Maybe they'll stick around for the 2009 grand opening of our brand new park...which apparently is going to have all the angst of the old park at double the price (if you believe in that whole feng shui stuff.
The fine folks at Maxim magazine think that we, as baseball fans, get excited over some pretty dumb things.
Peanut vendors who throw the bag. Every section's got one and, somehow,every section is filled with people who are impressed. Go ahead and whoop it up for the 50-year-old man in the neon shirt whose only skill is throwing bags of snacks accurately, but we choose to pity him.Actually, we whoop it up for him because we're secretly hoping that the Mets will sign the guy in the neon shirt to replace Guillermo Mota in the bullpen. Look, Ed Glynn was a hot dog vendor before he reached the majors. And when he got to the majors, he...well, he wasn't that great, but that's probably because it's hard to throw hot dogs accurately (especially with all that ketchup on it).
But I'll take the 54-year-old Glynn over Mota, any day of the week. And that, my friends, is why we cheer the peanut vendor.