All I gotta say is, it’s about frickin time.
You all know this by now. The Mets have been without a proper No. 8 for almost 25 years in anticipation of a ceremony so many desperately wanted but was never scheduled. I’ve said it often enough — Gary Carter doesn’t belong with those who’ve had their numbers retired by the Mets so let’s get No. 8 out there again. It’s no disrespect. It’s actually respect. Respect for the dignity of the franchise after it pretends to have had a history loaded with players so iconic and great and associated with the team and the city that they need to be honored in this way.
Well. let me say I like that Nick Morabito got No. 8 today. And it’s cool that AJ Ewing is wearing No. 9 when Brandon Nimmo is on the outskirts of what the Mets would now consider a retire-able uniform. Maybe something changed? Maybe they looked at themselves in the mirror. Maybe they realize that the best way forward isn’t to arrest the past in its tracks but set it free on the backs of the next generation. I love it I tell ya.
Oh shit, I just saw Matt’s comment below. They apparently “Torvee’d” this guy. Bullshit. Never mind
I’d like to take a second and welcome myself back, you almost lost me for good too but these young outfielder moves are exciting. Maybe they can give the next one 88 and say goodbye to the mistakes they shopped for over the offseason.
There’s nowhere to input the uni data anymore, unless someone out there wants to assemble a database that we can link here.


So another word about tickets. They did finally announce single-game tickets were going on sale, but only for games though June. It’s not enough to keep season plans limited to those requiring fans to buy more tickets than they can use, feeding the secondary markets which the Mets also get a cut of, but “make-your-own-plan” fans like me who’ve reliably occupied seats for decades, all on the hope that a good first half can what last year’s entire season couldn’t, and that’s drive actual demand for Mets tickets.
Not that you’d necessarily want to, but you can’t buy a ticket to a Mets game this year. Well you can buy packages of 20 or 40 or 81 games, but the old-school a la cart single-game ticket window hasn’t opened yet, and they’re not saying when.
Whatever you make of the bloodless decision to let him go to Baltimore without so much as a competitive offer, New York just isn’t going to be the same place without Pete Alonso as part of it. That’s what bothers me most. I saw Alonso as a guy the Phillies and Braves feared, and the fans embraced as one of theirs doing walkoff interviews with Gelbs at the stadium, a goofy, reliable slugger who came through in some huge moments and built an insurmountable lead for home runs by Guys Who Wore No. 20. All the best for the Orioles who are one of my “back-up” rooting interests, although recently my heart’s been in Toronto.
Then there was the drudgery of keeping the data fresh. At some point, the work here became less about the Mets and more about chronicling whichever 13th reliever the Mets had up for the day. By the time he’s entered in, he’s gone, and I’m like anyone else looking up what number the next one is wearing on Mets.com. In a few days or weeks I’ve forgotten these guys even existed much less their predecessor in No. 68 or 82. Seems like, there was a time when obscure Mets had a story behind their obscurity. Now they’re too damn ephemeral, and even where the job is writing it down, my memory cannot fit any more Richard Loveladys or Jonathan Pintaros.