I have season ticket reps call me every year even though I haven’t bought a plan in like 10 years. Last time I spoke to one, he was trying to sell me on a 12-ticket plan (I used to buy them when they were 6-8 and you could choose the games).I looked at the price and realized there was no discount - the tickets were…

They’d rather make more money on fewer people, because they can save money on workers and even fixed costs like stadium capacity.

I noted this on another comment: corporate season ticket sales have to be WAY down. Like 20 vendors I work with used to have season tix to Mets, Yankees or both.  Now, I think one does.

I used to buy a ticket plan at Shea - 6, 7 or 8 games, decent seats, for less than $100 per. And I’d go to another 10 or 15 beyond those. Years later, I’ve trimmed my sport paying attention to MLB and even with that I only go to 3-4 games a year.

Contract the Marlins and Rays.  Boom.  Problem solved.

As a Mets fan who watched starstruck umps like Eric Gregggg give Maddux and Glavine strike calls on pitches 6" off the plate, I say bring on the droids.

Anyone with a brain plays out the rookie contract, signs the long-term big-money contract, plays on it for a year or two, and says fuck it. LeVeon Bell is gonna play one year, get sick of the Jet bullshit, and figure it makes sense to walk away with his faculties intact and more money in the bank than his entire…

We all have someone. Currently it’s my mother-in-law. It drives me nuts that more resources aren’t directed toward ending this scourge. We spend billions on diseases that you have to almost actively try to get, because their advocates are more politically connected, yet we all have friends and family whose brains…

Gadzooks, thet expression blows. “This always happens.” “No, it clearly didn’t right here.” “Oh, well, that’s the exception that proves the rule.” “No, you’re wrong, and a pompous jagoff as well.”

Luck is smart to take the money and run, to retire while he is still functioning and enjoy his life. He owes nobody anything (except the signing bonus $$ which if he had any class he would voluntarily return). In turn, football fans would be smart to stop giving a shit also. The level of obsession actual adults have…

That’s a pretty weird thing to feel so strongly about.

Who’s eating a cheesesteak when there are roast-pork-and-broccolirabe hoagies available?

To me he will always be that nice doctor who got raped on St Elsewhere.

Deep dish is delicious, it’s just not “pizza”.  Call it what it is: quiche.

The voice at the end of “Happy Jack” is on the record. It’s Pete Townshend chuckling “Hahaa, I saw you!” at Keith Moon, who goofing around in the studio (as was his wont) and hiding behind the drum kit.

A tip from someone who cares:  you smell.  Buy some washcloths.

Guess it depends what kind of soup.  The creamy varieties could get unpleasant.

The point I was trying to make without looking up dates is that they cut the best QB they ever had while still in his prime to make room for Dave Brown.

Talk all the shit about LolMets you want, but they nailed some nicknames.  Our Rookie of the Year shoo-in is nicknamed Polar Bear because he looks like a cartoon one, and our potential batting champ is “Squirrel” because his teeth are more crooked than a Bill DeBlasio campaign donor.

Giants reach to draft a generically-named, mediocre Duke QB.  I feel like I’ve heard this story before, except when they did it the first time, Phil Simms was still great.