tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12468344.post112637557614659145..comments2023-10-29T08:25:50.241-04:00Comments on The Musings and Prophecies of Metstradamus: Metsography: Terry Pendleton Causes A Seat MalfunctionMetstradamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18023215480704948183noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12468344.post-1131587548938023642005-11-09T20:52:00.000-05:002005-11-09T20:52:00.000-05:00I was there too! My father and I were sitting on ...I was there too! My father and I were sitting on the first base side....can't remember exactly the section? I was 16 at the time and in the bottom of the ninth, my father and I made our way to the left field side of the stadium (Mets up 4-1 and my father wanted to get a jump on the traffic). We watched Pendelton from one of the third base side tunnels and then quicly grabbed two open seats in that area for extra innings. Devastating. What a memorable game. Darling flirting with the no-no and then having it broken up with a bunt/injury. Very weird that the date was 9/11Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12468344.post-1131580488386860082005-11-09T18:54:00.000-05:002005-11-09T18:54:00.000-05:00Mark, never mind on that last one...my brother act...Mark, never mind on that last one...my brother actually has it.Metstradamushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18023215480704948183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12468344.post-1131578088855234252005-11-09T18:14:00.000-05:002005-11-09T18:14:00.000-05:00And by the way, do you have the "Mets win the damn...And by the way, do you have the "Mets win the damn thing 10-9" call? That's the one I've been scouring the net for but with no luck.Metstradamushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18023215480704948183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12468344.post-1131577953434990602005-11-09T18:12:00.000-05:002005-11-09T18:12:00.000-05:00Good guess Mark, but incorrect. I do remember tha...Good guess Mark, but incorrect. I do remember that Ravens game...Vinny actually threw deep for two TD's to go up 14-0, one on a flea flicker. Then the Jets became the Jets, and the Ravens became the Ravens and that was that. <BR/><BR/>I'm sorry you drove all the way for that. But take heart, I took two buses and hitched a ride on the back of a pick-up truck from New York to Foxboro to get to a Jets/Pats game on a Monday night (not to mention stayed in a dive of a hotel in Providence with a strip club in the lobby, no locks on the doors, and the strippers did the laundry during the day. Thankfully, the Jets won that game.Metstradamushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18023215480704948183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12468344.post-1131576660501320882005-11-09T17:51:00.000-05:002005-11-09T17:51:00.000-05:00I was there. I'd have to find the stub to check th...I was there. I'd have to find the stub to check the section (mezz near home plate), but my dad kicked the railing that was in front of us. alas, it did not break.<BR/><BR/>Metstra...If you want Murph's call of the HR, let me know...I have it on a tape I call "ecstasy and agony" (it's adjacent to red sox radio call of buckner E3 I believe)<BR/><BR/>If your baltimore road trip involves the jets/ravens game to end the al groh era, I will laugh (I drove to that one), but alas this seems to be a Metsography and not a Jetsography...metswalkoffshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11318391021470680731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12468344.post-1131513721463653662005-11-09T00:22:00.000-05:002005-11-09T00:22:00.000-05:00Tim Burke? Is that you??? WOW!!! TIM BURKE READ...Tim Burke? Is that you??? WOW!!! TIM BURKE READS MY BLOG!!!Metstradamushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18023215480704948183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12468344.post-1131505375712884122005-11-08T22:02:00.000-05:002005-11-08T22:02:00.000-05:00Metmaster, eerily enough now that you mention it,...Metmaster, eerily enough now that you mention it, I <I>was</I> at the Scioscia game. Cold as hell. That might be the subject of another "Metsography". And although I wasn't at the Jeter game, I was at Game 5.<BR/><BR/>But I'm perfectly willing to run a diagnostic test on my soul to see if I have evil demons inside me like in "Ghostbusters", which jinx the very organization I root for when I'm inside it's lair. My demon would probably not come in the form of the Stay-Puft Marshmallow man though...it would probably look more like Charlie O'Brien.Metstradamushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18023215480704948183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12468344.post-1131476436375124912005-11-08T14:00:00.000-05:002005-11-08T14:00:00.000-05:00Awesome stories, Metstra and Greg!And I get to see...Awesome stories, Metstra and Greg!<BR/><BR/>And I get to see a game at Shea next season, I think I'd better sit with Greg -- lest I need a cushion somewhere around the fifth inning!<BR/><BR/>A great read!Mets Guy in Michiganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04048899230969074579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12468344.post-1131465402453288952005-11-08T10:56:00.000-05:002005-11-08T10:56:00.000-05:00So, what you're saying is that since you bought yo...So, what you're saying is that since you bought your tickets the Mets have not been back to the Promised Land? Let me guess, you were there in 1988 for the Scioscia dinger off Gooden? How about the Jeter lead-off, first pitch of the game crusher in 2000? Perchance were you in Atlanta for Kenny Rodgers' meltdown in '99? Do you see a connection here, Metstradamus? Do you have plans to park your fanny in the new park in 2009? Perhaps a petition by Met fans is in order.The Metmasterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18327128126246321561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12468344.post-1131443238400860782005-11-08T04:47:00.000-05:002005-11-08T04:47:00.000-05:00The passage of time has allowed me to downplay Ter...The passage of time has allowed me to downplay Terry Pendleton's home run in the pantheon of awful moments. Well, I've reasoned nearly two decades on, there were still three weeks to go. Four years later, when Pendleton was leading the innocent, feelgood Atlanta Braves to their first National League West title since 1982, it didn't even occur to me to hate their third baseman. It's not that it wasn't a brutal loss, but there were so many other villains (in and out of Mets uniforms) that I felt blaming it all on Sept. 11, 1987 was a tad unfair.<BR/><BR/>Until tonight.<BR/><BR/>Oh my fucking god. Oh my fucking god. Oh my fucking god do I hate Terry Pendleton. And, for good measure, Bill Almon.<BR/><BR/>I threw a shoe at the wall that night. It left a gash. When my father sold the house in 1991, the gash was still there. I've often wondered if the family who bought it discovered it later and figured it out.<BR/><BR/>"Honey, there's some kind of dent in this wall."<BR/>"Let me have a look. Oh yeah...that appears to have been left there by a flying shoe. Probably flung out of frustration regarding some monumental, life-altering event."<BR/>"Really? Which one."<BR/>"Well, judging by the outline of it, it was pretty violent, so I'm guessing it must have been pretty important."<BR/>"How important?"<BR/>"Important enough to leave a mark. It's not so much the damage to the physical plant here. We can touch that up. But you can just feel the psychic pain."<BR/>"Say, you're right. It's like a wound!"<BR/>"Yes. Obviously somebody was pretty upset by something. Maybe a war or an assassination or a stock market crash. This house is pretty old."<BR/>"Hey honey?"<BR/>"Yes dear?"<BR/>"Who's 'Terry Fucking Pendleton'? And why would his name be carved into the back of the linen closet and circled in dried blood."<BR/>"Get the kids. I'm calling the real estate agent."<BR/><BR/>Thanks for bringin' that back. I mean nice job.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com