Mets vs. Yankees. Sunday night. R.A. Dickey vs. CC Sabathia. Oh boy, what a matchup.
OK, it wasn’t just a great game. It was a one-hit wonder, which really could have gone down as another Mets no-no.
Apparently they’re better indoors than outside.
The weekend at Bernie’s wasn’t very much fun for the Mets.
When the Kings scored to tie Game 4 right after New Jersey took their first lead of the series — that’s right, the series — Steve started to get down in the dumps.
It has become an annual rite of spring-slash-summer. Comedian Jerry Seinfeld and WFAN host Steve Somers, talking Mets baseball. Only there was something different about this year’s chat.
The King (Henrik) is dead. Long live the Kings.
If Wednesday night’s Stanley Cup opener was played on the gridiron, everything for 60 minutes would have been from the 20-yard line to the 20-yard line.
Before the rain on Thursday night, the Mets had Jeremy Hefner on the mound. After the downpour? He looked more like old man Hugh Hefner.
Talk about a triple-double. Sort of.
By the time the eighth inning was over, New York had five more runs, matching the number of times David Wright was on base.
Manhattan is abuzz. New Jersey? Better luck next time.
We know the Rangers in seven can be heaven. But why do they have to go through hell to get there?
The Yankees learned a lesson Wednesday night. The Knicks? They’re done. And the Rangers were powerless in Washington.
After those two goals, what can you say other than, “absolutely stunning” and “electric” and “amazing.”