I did some out of this world travel earlier this season, paying a visit to a locale that hasn't been on an American map since 1991. It seems that at some point that spring, the locals sank into the earth, never to be seen by outsiders again, except with special permission by those who schedule such trips. This place has been a rather unpleasant visit for most, though this native New Yorker was satisfied for two out of the three days he spent on foreign turf. Occasionally for those unable to travel, through the magic of metal tubes, we are granted the ability to view this world, one in which things are rather backwords, from a great distance. It's beings have names like Chipper and they spell common names oddly (Andruw?). They make odd motions with their hands, the kind you'd expect from people holding a meat cleaver, uttering chants as they do so. Should you choose to venture to this lost land this weekend, either via the magic of metal tubes (or radio waves), we want you
A blog devoted to cataloguing New York Mets walk-offs and other trivia. For those unaware of the definition of walk-off just replace the term with the words "game-ending" and you should have a much better understanding of the phrase.