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OK, so the blog’s back online, the season is over (SOB!) and I’ve got a couple of minutes to post — which I haven’t had in 2 months.

As far as The Collapse, Part II? I’m shocked. I’m also not surprised. The whole last 2 weeks just felt too much like last year for the finish to go any other way. For all my braying after the last Saturday at Shea, deep in my heart-o-hearts, I had the feeling it wasn’t going to end well.

As for that Saturday…well, Johann the Maginficent was just that. A masterpiece of a 3-hitter had me howling by game’s end. Just a tremendous acquisition and the main reason Omar is just finishing up a presser for his new extension as we speak.

Next day came the crash.

I’m consoling myself this way:

The Mets will win the NL pennant in 2009.

Why? Because the Dodgers won it in 1952.

The Dodgers made one of their (at the time) infequent post-season appearances in 1949. In 1950 they lost a pennant on the last day — to Philly, no less. In 1951, they made some upgrades to the pitching staff and outfield and lost a pennant in even more heartbreaking fashion.

They then won 9 pennants in the next 15 years.

The Mets made one of their infequent post-season appearances in 2006. In 2007 they lost a pennant on the last day — to Philly, no less. In 2008, they made some upgrades to the pitching staff and outfield and lost a pennant in even more heartbreaking fashion…

Hey, whatever I need to tell myself so I can sleep at night.

On to happier matters, we have the Woilds Champeen New York Football Giants! 3-0, rarin’ to go. When they get to the half-way point, the worst they should be is 6-2 — they’ve got a few cupcakes coming up. No Plaxico? Who cares? They have almost as many receivers as the Mets have terrible relief pitchers…

Anyway, I’ll be back on a semi-regular basis throughout the winter and to gear up for The Collapse, Part III.

So…

Anything…y’know…big happen in my absence?

Let’s see, when you & l last spoke, The Mets were dreadful, Willie Randolph was the manager, the Worlds Champeen Giants had just got their rings and were wondering what would happen with Jeremy Shockey and Sarah & I were in the process of buying our house.

In a nutshell, the Mets had been good for awhile, but now they’re dreadful again

Willie Randolph is no longer the manager, Jerry manuel is.

The Giants sent Shockey to New Orleans.

And the house? Aaaah, the house…

We made an offer on April 1, it was accepted on April 2, we closed on May 15. Fairly quick process, no?

OK.

So Friday, May 23 was moving day — Friday of Memorial Day weekend. I was staying home to supervise while my wife went to work.

My mother-in-law had an appointment in the City and didn’t want to leave my father-in-law home alone, so she had asked if he could help us out in any way with the move. “Of COURSE,” we say. PS – my father-in-law doesn’t drive anymore; if he can’t get a lift, he takes a NJ Transit train wherever he needs to go.

So, the movers show up on my old doorstep at 8:20 AM, as planned. Great. They’re going along loading stuff into the truck and I get a call at about 8:40 from PC Richards, delivering the Sony 40-inch to the new house. “We’ll be there in about a half hour-45 minutes,” they say. Fine.

I tell the head moving guy, “Listen, I gotta go over to the new place because I’m having a TV delivered and I’ll be back in about an hour or so.” Fine.

So I go, the PC Richards guys are already there and they bolt the Sony to the wall. It’s frikken AMAZING! We put a DVD in to test it out and …well…Michael Strahan was sitting in my lap! Unbelievable.

Anyway, I start heading back to the old place to supervise again. On the way, I stopped in Stop ‘N’ Shop to grab a Pepsi. As I’m leaving there, I get a call from my father-in-law. He says, “My wife went into the City today and thought it would be a good idea if I came down to help out where I can.”

“No problem,” says I. “We’ve got just the job for you: you can help us finish screwing in the new handles on the kitchen cabinets!”

“Great,” he says. “Now, what train station do I get off at to get to you?” So I tell him and he goes, “Oh. Well, I may not have enough for train fare.”

So I said, “OK, I’ll call Leigh (my sister-in-law) and see if she can either pick you up & drop you off down here or give you some money for the train.”

So I call Leigh and she puts my brother-in-law on the phone – he was working from home that day. So we work it out that he’ll drop my father-in-law at our old place, seeing as he didn’t know where the new place was. Meanwhile, as I was talking and driving, I realized that I didn’t have enough cash to tip the movers & cable guys later, so I headed back to the bank to get some more cash.

So while I’m on my way back to the old place, I get a call from my office. We had some notes coming due and some proceeds coming in from a note sale, but I had already had this move scheduled, so I made myself accessible via cell phone. So my boss says, “The payout didn’t go through. We’re $160,000 short.” I said, “What do want me to do?” He says, “Call Jay [my assistant] and talk him through making a transfer. His hair is standing on end right now.”

So I call Jay and he’s not at his desk. Now what? So I call my boss back and he says, “Call his cell phone.” So I call his cell phone. Not there. I leave a message. He calls me back 2 minutes later, cool as can be. “Oh, no. I handled it, no problem.” I said, “Are you sure? ‘Cause I’m here to talk you through it.”

“No, no. I’m fine. It’s done.”

OK

So by this time, I’m about back to our old place. I turn the corner…no moving truck, no men hauling furniture. Bad…very bad!

So I turn around – don’t even park – and head to the new house. My first move was to call my brother-in-law, who by now is blocks from the old place. So I said, “Don’t go to the old place, go to the new one: I’ll give you directions.”

He says, “Well, I’m almost at your door. I’m coming up to your stop sign.” I said, “OK, take a right at the stop, sign and…”

He goes “Wait! Did you just go left at the stop sign?” I had. He says, “Well, slow down. I’ll follow you.”

So I pulled over and he caught up with me and we caravanned, finally, to our new house.

He comes in and immediately starts exploring. Meanwhile, my father-in-law starts screwing in door handles and I’m pacing, wondering where the Hispanic men with the big truck could possibly have gone with our furniture.

Then, my brother-in-law leaves. Fine.

I go to call the moving company and as I’m talking to them I see the truck pull up. Whew! So they’re unloading our stuff and I’m telling ‘em where to put things and so on.

I get a call from Cablevision to install the cable/phone/internet. “I’m running ahead of schedule and would it be OK if I came over now?” Absolutely!

So the movers go along and bring stuff in.

The Cablevision installers arrive – one guy and a trainee on his third day on the job. So I show the lead guy where I want the modem installed and he asks if there was a phone line in the room. No. “Well, I have to drill, then.” I said, “You do whatever you need to do.”

I go back downstairs and I’m talking to the movers and talking to Sarah on the cell phone and I hear the smoke alarm go off. I think nothing of it – probably sawdust got in there.

Then I hear and see the lead cable guy come bolting down the stairs yelling “FIRE! WE’VE GOT FIRE!”

So he runs down the basement and turns off all the circuit breakers. Then we all go out to the side of the house where he starts yelling for a hose.

I give him the nozzle and tell him to run with it. I turn on the water and he gets the flames out.

Meanwhile one of my new neighbors saw sparks & flames coming out of the side of the house and called 911.

Turns out, he drilled right through the electrical conduit on the outside of the house where it runs into the electric meter.

And then put it out with water.

An electrical fire.

With water.

Well, the Fire Dept. showed up and made sure everything was cool with their thermal imaging cameras and J C P & L came and shut the service off from the street.

I told the cable guy, “Man, you’d better go play the number tonight, ‘cause you’re the luckiest thing on 2 legs.”

He says, “Whaddaya mean?”

I said, “Well, first of all, I don’t know how you didn’t get shot across the room when you hit the wires…”

He goes, “I was holding the rubber handle on the drill.”

I says, “And number 2, you DO realize that you put water on an electrical fire, right?”

He goes, “Man! I didn’t know what else to do…”

So we called an electrician we knew and he came and put new wires in, J C P & L came back and turned the power back on around 9:00.

And that was day 1 in our new home.

It’s been so long…

Anyway, technical gremlins have kept me from keeping The Serval Zippers Sign a going concern.

So, I have some tenative hope that this thing will keep going through the summer & beyond.

We shall see…

Anyway, hi!

And what to say?

The anticipation of yesterday has turned into disgust in the cold light of this morning.

I wasn’t there, but the “feel” of yesterday’s version of Amrageddon was exactly the same as last September 15, when I sat in my LF upper deck seats (aka “The Perch”) with Greg. We were oh so clever, sticking it to the Phiile phans as Pedro Martinez was mowing ‘em down inning after inning…

“NINE-TEEN-AAAY-TEE! (clap, clap, clapclapclap)”
“You boo’d Mike Schmidt!”
“Ben Chapman was a racist!”
“The Eagles have never won a Super Bowl!”
“Your public transportation system is sub-standard!”

We were rolling.

Until Pedro had to leave the game, that is…

The bullpen follies that day were instrumental in running the Mets’ L streak against the Phils to 7 straight.

The bullpen follies yesterday were instrumental in running the Mets’ L streak against the Phils to 9 straight.

Willie’s bullpen and in-game management troubles are well-documented. Yes, I know he was hamstrung yesterday with Feliciano and Wise unavailable, and I know Schoeneweis actually did induce the DP grounder from Howard, but Perez should not have been removed! And why wasn’t Endy bunting in the 8th with Schneider on 1st & nobody out?

I’m not quite in the “Willie Must Go!” camp — though membership is increasing exponentially with every game, he’s still no Bud Harrelson — but I’m beginning to seriously question Willie Randolph’s ability to skipper this crew.

And then…

There’s the “even keel” attitude, which probably works fine for the collective clubhouse psyche, but drives us fans up a tree. It can be summed up by these two internet postings.

In any case, with the chill weather and the dispiriting play, until further notice — or, more accurately further better play — this is still Autumn 2007, rather than Spring 2008.

None of the above.

More like 4-to-6. That’s how many weeks Pedro gets to sit and try to heal his “mildly” strained hammy. If it’s so damn mild how come he’s out a month? This is why I’m out here and not in a dugout…or an MRI clinic…

Anyway, nice win last night.

Ollie Perez looked dominant over 6 — he could have gone longer, but by then the Mets had an 11-0 lead. It should have been 12, but the boneheads in blue turned Carlos Beltran’s homer into a double. But I don’t want replay, so I’ll just have to suck it up. This should be my biggest worry as a new homeowner, right?

Off day today. First of 3 with the heated rival Atlanta Braves tomorrow.

‘Dazit.

Sarah and I just bought a house!

Our first home ownership, after 9 years of renting.

The lawn is ours. The basement is ours. The 3 bedrooms & 2.5 baths are ours. The driveway is ours. The dining room, living room, kitchen, family room and patio are ours.

We can hang stuff on the walls and not worry about a security deposit.

We can put in a bar.

We have to find out when garbage gets picked up.

It’s ours.

I’ll admit it. I drank the Kool-Aid.

It tasted so good last September. I sat there, Labor Day at the Jersey Shore. The beach house we’ve rented for the past 6 years…a nice, hot, sunny Monday…my friend Jason from Faith and Fear and his family watched it with us. Pedro was back! Pedro was dominant — ok, so it was against the woeful Reds, but so what? Pedro was back. No stoppin’ us now, baby!

Well, there was stoppin’ us after all, as we all know. That was no fault of Pedro’s, though. Down the stretch, The Man went 3-1.

This spring — a bare couple of weeks ago — the word was all good. Pedro was throwing easy, everybody said. Oooo, if Pedro’s all the way back, the Mets are unstoppable, everybody said. Pedro, himself, said “I feel as good as I ever did. I feel as good as 1999, 2000. Ready to pitch.” For a fleeting moment, I thought this sounded distressingly familiar.

Because I remember the summer of 1980.

In the summer of 1980, Muhammed Ali was coming out of a year-and-a-half’s retirement to take on World Heavyweight Champion Larry Holmes. He trained. Hard. OH, how he trained! He appeared on the cover of Sports Illustrated looking less like a bloated Muhammed Ali and more like a lithe and lean Cassius Clay. He was ready to reclaim his rightful title for the 4th time. He told us all. Repeatedly. And a whole big mess of us believed him. I know I did.

In early October, Muhammed Ali was absolutely destroyed by Larry Holmes.

I should have listened to myself.

If you haven’t heard, Pedro had to leave last night’s game in the 4th — having thrown 57 mainly ineffective pitches — when he felt pain and heard a “pop” from his hamstring. I believe he’s being MRI’d as we speak.

Now, there’s half of me that wants to keep the sunny side up..up…and say hey, it’s only game 2, Pedro will probably be back in May, look what they did last year without him, blahblahblah. But I can’t help but think that — Santana or no Santana — this franchise still hasn’t completely shaken off the black cloud that’s been hovering since last June.

Oh, how I want to be wrong.

…Where have I been?

Out of my brain on the 5:15. Or, more accurately, the 10:07.

Let me ’splain…

I participate in personal growth & development courses with Landmark Education. Have been for 10 years. It’s awesome, incredible stuff. Let’s say that without it, I wouldn’t have my fabulous wife, my position at work, my attitude…I could go on & on & on & on…

So anyway, this past weekend, I was at a course in Los Angeles, which was absolutely awesome! Sarah came with me because it was my birthday on Saturday (43, if you’re askin’). She had already done the course, so she was basically hangin’ out in LA for a weekend. We flew out on Friday afternoon & took the red-eye back on Sunday night. Hence, the 10:07…

So we got home yesterday morning, flopped for some “real” sleep, went out for some intense househunting (we took the day off) and got back home in time.

In time to watch Johann Santana hang a masterpiece in baseball’s Louvre.

I cannot tell you what a charge I got watching Johan the Magnificent make mincemeat out of the Marlins. (Hmmm…sounds tasty…) The innings flew by and but for some asinine umpiring, this might have been an even more historic start than it already was, if you get my drift.

So I’m watching the Mets go up 6-2. The clock strikes 6:20 and I have to leave to go to another Landmark seminar, up in Morristown. On the way, I hear that Johann is done for the day — having gone 7 and tossed exactly 100 pitches — and replaced by Matt Wise. Wise gives up a leadoff single to Josh Willingham. OK. Coax a double-play ball and we’re golden, sez I.

Next guy pops out. OK. Not as good, but I’ll take it. By now, I’m sitting outside the building where the seminar is being held.

Next guy hits a roller to short which Wayne Hagin seemed to think was destined to be a double-play ball but was amazed when Willingham pulled in safely to 2B.

Whoa.

Visions of September 2007! Or more accurately, visions of opening day 2005, when Pedro Martinez pitched brilliantly, only to have Braden Looper give up 2 homers in the 9th to lose it.

I was listening on the radio, but I could see the shoulders slump and I knew — I knew — that this would open the door to at least a 5-run inning. Willie would bring in Schoeneweis to face the lefty — which he did — and leave him in two batters too long and I’d find out that the Good Guys lost 9-6 or something. And I hated that I had to go inside.

Imagine my surprise when I found out that Schoeneweis — facing his lefty and no one else — Jorge Sosa and Aaron Heilman combined to completely shut down the Fish and preserve yet-another Opening Day win for the Metsies.

Reyes looked like Jose! even though he’s officially 0-for-1 in steal attempts. I think umpiring will be an adventure this year — isn’t it contract time for the boys in blue? Wright began his MVP campaign, as did Beltran in a characteristically quiet way. Delgado did nothing, which is troubling.

So now it’s for real…

Where have I been?

Well, took a little Easter break from the blogosphere, that’s where.

Sarah & I went out and got that computer upgrade we talked about — a Gateway 500 gig jobby with a 19″ monitor! I’ve been happily downloading and converting my CDs (boy! I have a lot of music…). Then on Saturday we had Easter dinner I at Sarah’s parents’ place along with my brother-in-law, sister-in-law and their kids. Then, on Sunday after Church, we went to Easter dinner II at my cousin Chrissie’s house in Long Beach. That one included all her siblings, their spouses and children and assorted in-laws.

It took me a full workday yesterday to recover…

So what have I missed?

El Duque and Pelfrey laid a couple of eggs on Easter. The 5th starter slot is now officially up in the air and a concern.

A concern to the media — but not to me — is that it looks like Duaner Sanchez may remain in Port St. Lucie after the team breaks camp. I call this a good move: he gets to build his stamina with no pressure on him. Though he’s gotta be sick of PSL by now (he’s been there since early November), it’s not like last year when he was actually injured and had no shot of pitching at all. This way, he may see Flushing around the middle-to-the-end of April. I’ll take it.

Meanwhile, on the offensive side, my friend Greg pines for the return of Jose! Reyes. So do I…

OK, so I’m a newborn babe as far as maintaining my own blog. That doesn’t mean blogging is a subject that’s completely unknown to me. All those links on the right-hand side of this page? I’ve posted to all of ‘em. So, if you’ve read anything I’ve written anywhere, you’ll know I hold this opinion:

I have the best wife on the planet.

Really…

The. Best.

My birthday is coming up next week, on the 29th (Don’t bother sending flowers or anything; we’ll be out of town). Anyway, yesterday, Sarah calls me at work and says “I wanna do something fun tonight.” So I was figuring we’d take in a movie or something. She says, “Let’s go to the mall. I have something in mind for you for your birthday and I’ll need you to choose.”

Hmmmm, says I. Where could we be going? Sports Authority, maybe? Deck the Walls? Lids? I’m beyond intrigued. So we get to the mall and she goes “Quick! Turn right!”

So I turn right…Right into the Apple Store! We picked out an iPod Touch 32 gig. for my birthday. And, come to find out this morning, that we’ll be upgrading our home PC to accomodate it as we presently have a somewhat antiquated operating system. We are actually entering the 21st Century!

OHMYGOD! I LOVE MY WIFE!

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