Wednesday, April 07, 2004

All in Favor of Ending the Season Now...
My cab driver the other night on his chosen profession: “Even when it’s good, it’s not that good.” He also said, “you really gotta stick it to this job. You might not like it, but you can’t let it beat you.”

You could say the same thing about being a Mets fan. But for one glorious night at least, (nice summary here) the Mets management looked like a bunch of geniuses. And a turkey dog never tasted so sweet as the one I devoured while watching it happen (albeit tape-delayed-until-I-got-home).

Meanwhile, the Other New York Team was losing to Tampa Bay, and all was right with the world (provided you were not in Iraq). I was even able to root, root, root for my local professional baseball franchise and pharmaceutical testing company—and will today as well, as they tackle a couple of former stormtroopers of the Evil Empire in Houston.

And this happy morning, as the tabloids incredulously and reluctantly joined the momentary parade, the Times reported the following insight into the contrast between fans of the two New York squads, confirming what most of us suspected already:

According to a survey by New York University's George H. Heyman Center for Philanthropy and Fundraising, 62 percent of Mets fans polled said they had donated blood at least once. Only 43 percent of Yankees fans said they had. In making charitable donations last year, Mets fans also had the edge, 60 to 54 percent.
What does that mean, you might ask? Well, the Yankees suck. That’s what it means.

Finally, for those readers—and only those readers—who have been working so damn hard at their appointed tasks that they absolutely need a break before their work begins to suffer—the WULAD Web Wranglers have discovered this online baseball game, which is remarkably detailed (featuring fastballs, curves and sliders, all over the plate and beyond) considering it was created by Nabisco to help sell more Oreos®.

Before You Write Your Congressman
For those of you who don’t know a can o’ corn from a dying quail and don’t care, WULAD will be back with more exciting non-baseball content faster than Condi Rice can say “Fall Girl”—I guar-on-tee.