Favorite Nonplaying Met has been a favorite noncrucial award doled out by yours truly dating all the way back to the early 1990s. It began as a way for me to subtly posit that I could be the manager if I had A. played minor league ball, B. endured 10,000 bus rides between Cedar Rapids and every Springfield ever made, C. knew what I was talking about, and D. had the power to make out a lineup.

So I pick out a player each year to be FNP Met. Maybe he is in the real manager’s doghouse, or maybe he is stuck behind someone I think he’s better than, or I am just using the power of what might have been to make my point. Sometimes, such as the rare case of Heath Bell, I was right (for a while, at least). But when you look at the long list of scrubinees and the many “they were Mets?,” you’ll see that every skipper from Bud Harrelson to Terry Collins might have known something. Past winners have included Chris Donnels, Todd Pratt, Dicky Gonzalez, Anthony Recker, Kirk Nieuwenhuis… you get the idea. Nick Evans was the only two-time winner, that says a lot about this award right off the bat. One of the first, if not the first FNP (even my memory gets fuzzy about something that was invented after about 10 beers) was Mackey Sasser. Mackey couldn’t throw but sure could hit; he can scout, too, giving the Mets the scoop on his former Wallace College player T.J. Rivera, who had been undrafted and now looks to be a start in at least one postseason game.

Last fall I was up to my ears in editing and updates and there really was no good choice because everyone played so well and just about the right amount, So after the postseason I went with Jose Uribe, who got a little forgotten after David Wright came back. Then Jose got hurt and didn’t play the last few weeks of the season. Sort of like Wilmer Flores now. My biggest beef about Jose’s playing time was how he was not chosen to be DH in the first two World Series games in Kansas City. When he pinch-hit in Game Three in Flushing, he looked plenty healthy as he rocketed an RBI single. And he didn’t play again. Uribe only played in every game during the curse-ending World Series titles by the White Sox and Giants. Surprised he wasn’t on the Royals roster the way they broke their own 30-year drought. Now the Mets’ drought has reached 30, you may have read about that.

Well, let’s give Terry Collins credit this year—and if T.C. gets ripped off for the Manager of the Year Award like he did last year, you’ll hear a distant upstate scream some time next month. Terry could have and maybe should have benched Curtis Granderson this summer, but despite sitting him for a brief time, he stuck with Grandy, who responded with 30 homers (his record-low 59 RBI for a 30-homer guy is not all his doing). Terry likewise stuck with Jay Bruce and it paid off in the crucial final week of the year. Asdrubel Cabrera went two months (and 32 at bats) between hits with a runner in scoring position. Nobody is complaining about that now.

Wilmer Flores saw more bench time than he should have—playing only against lefties for much of the year—but when he was injured and knocked out for the season in Atlanta, he was playing second base every day. Wish he was still available for October.

But it is October now and I am going to go with an FNP that as of this writing I am not sure is on the postseason roster. And I’m not even sure he deserves to be on it. But I am still picking Michael Conforto with an even more half-hearted vote than last year. I almost went with Brandon Nimmo for the award because he’s almost exclusively been a pinch hitter—and pretty good at that role—but Nimmo was not up for very long this season. Conforto was in New York enough to come to the plate 348 times—way more than any past FNP—but I am granting Michael dispensation for his long exile in the minors, especially for someone who looked so good last October and looked great making that sliding catch to clinch the 2015 postseason berth.

So come claim your prize, Conforto. And lay off those pitches in the dirt! I’m out on a limb for ya. Let’s go Mets!

Nothing makes me more nervous than the Mets in contention in the final week of the season. But this week, it really has taken a back seat to what happened in Miami.

I was traveling and did not tune into last Sunday’s 17-0 win over the Phillies until the final inning. A couple of times Howie Rose referred to the tragic death of Jose Fernandez. It did not seem real. The guy is 24. The guy is a star. The guy has a good shot of winning the Cy Young Award. Yes, all those things. Only in the past tense.

His death, along with two friends—one of whom he’d met for the first time that night—shocked the baseball world. But it has stunned Florida far more. I headed to South Florida the day after the news broke to visit my father. When I had booked the trip a few weeks earlier, it had not even occurred to me that the Mets would be in the area at the same time. I decided I’d sneak off one night to go to a game. When my Dad had an appointment Monday afternoon that did not require my assistance, I made a move south to Miami.

Outside the main gates of Marlins Park was a shrine begun the previous day, with flowers, posters, stuffed animals, and posters; even a Mets hat left as a salute. People stood quietly or took photographs somberly. Inside it was quiet, except for the sounds of batting practice: fellow Cuban Yoenis Cespedes, the leader of the Mets mourners for Jose, launching balls into the farthest reaches of the giant stadium.

I was walking around the stadium when I heard cheers. I did not know why. When I checked on the field, a player had just exited. And then it got loud again when another Marlin emerged before I could get a look. It was not until the Marlins took the field all together that the reason for the cheers became obvious: The Marlins were all wearing number 16. Fernandez’s number would never be worn again, but every member of the team wore it that night. Those were the only Fernandez jerseys to be had as there was not a piece of Fernandez memorabilia left at any concession stand, though there were fans all over the stadium wearing his jerseys and “Jose’s Heroes” shirts for the charity he put so much effort into. Even the “K” signs handed out were marked “Jose’s Heroes.”

Everything about the story was sad. Fernandez had been imprisoned as a teenager for repeatedly trying to flee Cuba. And then he tried again. While escaping, someone fell off the boat he was on, and he jumped into the ocean not knowing who he was risking his life to save. It was not until he swam to the person that he realized it was his mother. He was 15 years old. More of a man than most of us will ever be.

He wound up in Miami, graduated high school there, and was a first round pick in 2011 by the hometown Marlins. (The Mets selected Brandon Nimmo one pick earlier.) Fernandez debuted against the Mets at age 20 in April 2013. He was brilliant in that game, though he got a no decision. He never got a decision in any of his four career starts at Citi Field, even though his ERA at the place was 1.23. It was his lowest ERA for a stadium where he pitched more than once, including Marlins Park, where he had a 1.49 ERA. And a 29-2 record.

He was supposed to pitch against the Mets at Marlins Park on Monday. The Marlins had even moved him back a day after a brilliant eight-inning effort against the Nationals in his last start. More irony. If he’d been pitching Sunday, on Saturday night he would never have…

Let’s not go there. It will keep a body up nights, torments of what might have been. Jose Fernandez’s brilliant young career is now reduced to what might have been. How much he would have made in the open market in a couple of years? How much he might have taken to stay in Miami? How many awards he might have won? How many championships might he have been a part of? Instead it was how many smiles he brought to the faces of people in South Florida, the Cuban community, and all over the country.

I am a bit of a baseball curmudgeon, and sitting through the entirety of a Mets loss can make me angry about wasted time when I had so much I should have been doing instead. But Fernandez’s 1-0 win over Matt Harvey and the Mets in June in Miami was an absolute thing of beauty. I was lucky to have caught most of his starts against the Mets on TV, though I never got to see him in person. A guy having fun and being the best he could be. “The Bird” 40 years later with a shorter haircut and an even more tragic end.

I sat in the stands for the entire game Monday night, a bit perturbed that the Mets lost a game they needed badly, but the Marlins needed it more. You had to be a tougher guy than me not to feel for Dee Gordon crying as he rounded the bases, hitting his first home run of the year as the first batter in the wake of the tragedy. The entire lineup responded, battering Bartolo all over the place. And then they gathered on the mound after the game. It was inspirational. I think even the Mets were inspired by it, and they were lauded by the Marlins broadcasters, which includes old pal Al Leiter, the next two nights while I watched with my Dad from his home.

Family obligations kept me from seeing the 1986 reunion game or the Piazza number retirement, but I was glad to be in Miami to honor Jose Fernandez. Unlike the ’86 Mets or Piazza, Jose Fernandez will be remembered mostly for what might have been. And that is saddest of all.

I finally joined the 7 Line Army. Every time I looked to sign up in the past, either there was no availability or I wasn’t available. But all that changed for a September tilt on a Monday against the Braves. There were spots available and I grabbed two for me and my buddy Dave. It is getting even harder to get these seats as the 7 Line now offers tickets to all their events on a season’s pass (about 14 games). That is the definition of hardcore.

The 7 Line is full on hardcore. As the site says, “We are absolutely the largest organized supporters group in all of baseball.” And Fox in Los Angeles, of all places, had a great segment on them recently, with the bonus of Kevin Burkhardt, who was in Flushing when it all began, narrating. As great as last year was, if there was one thing I could change—besides the final outcome!—it would have been for Kevin Burkhardt and Bobby Ojeda to broadcast their insights as it all came together on SNY. But time marches on.

So does the 7 Line. It was four years ago, at the 50th birthday party for Faith and Fear in Flushing’s Greg Prince, that I got to talk to 7 Line General Darren Meenan about his burgeoning empire. It was just getting off the ground as an entity that sold T-shirts and we lamented how working in a world with a Mets focus can wear on your soul, if you’re lucky, and be like banging your head on an exposed piece of Shea Stadium pipe if you’re not so lucky. But Darren persevered and the following season he had his first 7 Line road outing to Wrigley Field. His group has not slowed down since, going to 15 other road games (five of them in the other country that is the Bronx).

The 7 Line experience began at McFadden’s with beer specials and some mixed camaraderie. I missed the cue for all to head in, but we got to our seats in the second-to-last row shortly before first pitch. With so many regulars, it is easy to follow along with the cheering for two strikes and then the “Strike You Out” chant when someone K’s. There were kids there and grown ups who are definitely kids, along with the requisite Mets yakking, beer drinking, food chomping, and battling for T-shirts that are invariably cannoned into the sea of 1,700 arms.

As for attendance, there were 859 of us in section 141 in centerfield. That is roughly 3 percent of the 29,665 in the house Monday. Someone sitting in the other 97 percent of the seats might have thought the place a little dead—especially after the rare dud tossed by Noah—but given that my ears are still ringing from the Thunder Sticks slammed together all around me, it seemed pretty lively to me.

At $45, it was just about the lowest price they had this year, which is comparable or cheaper than most seats you’ll find on Stub Hub (those seats don’t include a cool T-shirt). And it was worth every penny. When a guy with 7 Line seats in line during last year’s playoffs told me that there is a postseason lottery for people who have bought tickets during the year, I thought that was the final motivation for induction into this Army. Not that I expect any such windfall from the ballclub or the 7 Line because, let’s face it, this is still the Mets and panic and disappointment are the chief exports. But I will remember my first 7 Line foray for some time to come. Maybe I’ll even finagle myself onto a road trip some day.

Oddly, one of the things that sticks with me most was that amidst the cacophony, beer guzzling, and gob stuffing, someone behind me sneezed. In front of me came a very quick, “God bless you.” And God bless you 7 Line for doing the Lord’s work of Mets proselytizing, and doing it right.

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Not everyone can pursue a business model that is solely Mets, and I have two reissues of books I co-wrote that celebrates other teams. If I did not enjoy it, I would not do it. Cubs by the Numbers (with Al Yellon and Kasey Ignarski) is now out, as is Red Sox by the Numbers with Bill Nowlin. This is the summer of numerology, as Mets by the Numbers re-issue with Jon Springer is better than ever and more number-y!

I finally joined the 7 Line Army. Every time I looked to sign up in the past, either there was no availability or I wasn’t available. But all that changed for a September tilt on a Monday against the Braves. There were spots available and I grabbed two for me and my buddy Dave. It is getting even harder to get these seats as the 7 Line now offers tickets to all their events on a season’s pass (about 14 games). That is the definition of hardcore.

The 7 Line is full on hardcore. As the site says, “We are absolutely the largest organized supporters group in all of baseball.” And Fox in Los Angeles, of all places, had a great segment on them recently, with the bonus of Kevin Burkhardt, who was in Flushing when it all began, narrating. As great as last year was, if there was one thing I could change—besides the final outcome!—it would have been for Kevin Burkhardt and Bobby Ojeda to broadcast their insights as it all came together on SNY. But time marches on.

So does the 7 Line. It was four years ago, at the 50th birthday party for Faith and Fear in Flushing’s Greg Prince, that I got to talk to 7 Line General Darren Meenan about his burgeoning empire. It was just getting off the ground as an entity that sold T-shirts and we lamented how working in a world with a Mets focus can wear on your soul, if you’re lucky, and be like banging your head on an exposed piece of Shea Stadium pipe if you’re not so lucky. But Darren persevered and the following season he had his first 7 Line road outing to Wrigley Field. His group has not slowed down since, going to 15 other road games (five of them in the other country that is the Bronx).

The 7 Line experience began at McFadden’s with beer specials and some mixed camaraderie. I missed the cue for all to head in, but we got to our seats in the second-to-last row shortly before first pitch. With so many regulars, it is easy to follow along with the cheering for two strikes and then the “Strike You Out” chant when someone K’s. There were kids there and grown ups who are definitely kids, along with the requisite Mets yakking, beer drinking, food chomping, and battling for T-shirts that are invariably canned into the sea of 1,700 arms.

As for attendance, there were 859 of us in section 141 in centerfield. That is roughly 3 percent of the 29,665 in the house Monday. Someone sitting in the other 97 percent of the seats might have thought the place a little dead—especially after the rare dud tossed by Noah—but given that my ears are still ringing from the Thunder Sticks slammed together all around me, it seemed pretty lively to me.

At $45, it was just about the lowest price they had this year, which is comparable or cheaper than most seats you’ll find on Stub Hub (those seats don’t include a cool T-shirt). And it was worth every penny. When a guy with 7 Line seats in line during last year’s playoffs told me that there is a postseason lottery for people who have bought tickets during the year, I thought that was the final motivation for induction into this Army. Not that I expect any such windfall from the ballclub or the 7 Line because, let’s face it, this is still the Mets and panic and disappointment are the chief exports. But I will remember my first 7 Line foray for some time to come. Maybe I’ll even finagle myself onto a road trip some day.

Oddly, one of things that sticks with me most was that amidst the cacophony, beer guzzling, and gob stuffing, someone behind me sneezed. In front of me came a very quick, “God bless you.” And God bless you 7 Line for doing the Lord’s work of Mets proselytizing, and doing it right.

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Not everyone can pursue a business model that is solely Mets, and I have two reissues of books I co-wrote that celebrates other teams. If I did not enjoy it, I would not do it. Cubs by the Numbers (with Al Yellon and Kasey Ignarski) is now out, as is Red Sox by the Numbers with Bill Nowlin. This is the summer of numerology, as Mets by the Numbers re-issue with Jon Springer is better than ever and more number-y!

I am beyond thrilled with the turnout and reception for my Hall of Fame talk on August 27. The Bullpen Theater was packed like Shea Stadium was in 1986, with standing room only and people sitting on the stairs and in the hallway to hear me talk about One-Year Dynasty. And my son took some video. I’ll warn that it may be a little shaky now and again, but the audio is fine. I haven’t watched it all the way because, to quote a movie in heavy airplay on premium cable in 1986, Pee Wee’s Big Adventure, “I don’t have to watch it, Dottie, I lived it.”

But it was a great day, just like that late October Saturday in 1986. Thanks to the Hall of Fame and especially to Bruce Markusen and family for inviting me and for the great lunch afterward. Once again, thank you, Cooperstown. If you have never been there, you are really missing something. Including Mike Piazza’s plaque.

In 1986 my work about the New York Mets in One-Year Dynasty and working for the Houston Astros (or at least their minor league affiliate in Troy) would have put me in serious conflict. But 30 years later the ‘Stros are in the AL West, the Mets are sinking in the NL East, and they have about as much in common as their NY Penn affiliates cities in Brooklyn and Troy. Here is a piece that broadcast the other night on my life as an author/usher that aired on the CBS TV affiliate in Albany.

We filmed it last Wednesday, one of those days when nothing was going right. I got a late start after helping my daughter pack for school. My phone crapped in all things except its original use, but not before the GPS put me on the wrong side of Schenectady, leaving me and my poor directional skills to piece my way through traffic you wouldn’t believe for a town whose name you can’t spell. I almost lost my voice screaming at a virtual operator (no actual operators available, really?) to tell the station I’d be late. (Thanks to One-Year Dynasty photographer and fellow Valley Cat usher Dan Carubia for dealing with my hysterics over the phone.) When I got to the station 40 minutes late, we only had a few minutes before the set had to be cleared for the 5 o’clock news. Kelly O’Donnell makes it look like a walk in the park. And reporter Brittany Devane was still at Joseph Bruno Stadium filming highlights less than two hours before airtime (with a not-so-routine 40 minute drive back to the studio). They are young, smart, and way more professional than I’ll ever be.

Once upon a time, as a young reporter at a small paper, I used to resent how the TV people came in and took over a story I’d been working for weeks or months. But you know what? I never could have gotten all that together so fast. I would have filmed it this week for next week. Really appreciate their hard work and the great big plug for the show at Cooperstown on Saturday, August 27, at 1 p.m. I haven’t even started preparing yet for it, but after hanging with the WRGB crew, I’m a lot less anxious than I might have been. Kudos!

The 2015 season taught me that my upbringing from the pessimistic Mets school is not a way to live. Old habits die hard, but that run to the pennant after a disheartening first half showed me that things can change on a dime. The C grades earned for Sandy Alderson and Terry Collins turned into A’s by the end of the year. It also helped that Curtis Granderson started hitting, Wilmer Flores got his mojo, the Mets got Yoenis Cespedes, and the bullpen fell into line. Only a cruel stroke of midnight in the final moments of October ruined what could have been a third Mets championship. The Mets are staggering now and they can turn it around, but help is needed from within and without.

Last year I said in the midseason report card that the end may be near for David Wright, and I am afraid I am close to the mark this time. If you watched the end of Don Mattingly’s career in the mid-1990s, it was a lot like this. After years of toiling as a star for a team that never got near the postseason, the organization turns it around but the player is not the same. And it says everything about the team speed that Wright tops the club in steals, with 3. The team has 18 SBs, lowest in the majors, and even worse, a .213 or so average with men in scoring position. The Nationals have really stepped on their neck, with last year’s Mets hero Daniel Murphy being the main difference maker. A 7-1 start to the homestand followed by losing three straight to the Nats to finish the first half (and 6 of 7 to DC) leaves an aftertaste like milk and grapefruit juice.

And now we grade. To be included, players must accrue 50 at bats or 15 innings pitched. This prevents Jose Reyes, Brandon Nimmo, Matt Reynolds, Ty Kelly, Sean Gilmartin, Erik Goeddel, Seth Lugo, and Rafael Montero from getting proper grades. Though I will say the bold experiment of bringing back Reyes is off to a good start, though it is surprising he got 3 home runs before he got 3 steals (or any steals). And Nimmo has shown some moxie. Ironically Nimmo comes up the same time as Finding Nemo II, too. Pixar may have too much pull if they can keep Conforto under the sea.

First-half 2016 Report Card

Jeurys Familia      A        Probably the main reason the Mets are in this thing at all. Dominantly moving his way up all-time Mets closer ladder.

Noah Syndergaard   A        He has thrived even as the Mets do not score for him. Absolute shame he will not pitch in the All-Star Game.

Yoenis Cespedes  A        This guy is the Mets offense: .302/.372/.583, 21-52. Another absolute shame not to have him as starting All-Star.

Bartolo Colon       B+      Big Sexy All-Star. At 43 he is the most reliable starter, in terms of not missing starts and bouncing back after stumbles.

Addison Reed       B+     Mets bullpen has been spotty this year, but Reed has been spot on and is tied with Familia with 43 appearances.

Jacob deGrom      B       Velocity could be paying price for outstanding October, but his ERA is only 0.05 higher than Noah; 91 K’s aren’t bad.

Asdrubel Cabrera  B       He is the best Mets shortstop since Reyes. Has shown power, smarts, and a good glove. Plus a cool name.

Steven Matz        B       Let’s Go Matz is a rookie and is getting rooked. Started 7-1, 2.36; since then 0-4 and Mets scored 5 runs only once.

Hansel Robles      B       Hansel (Hansel?) has pitched long relief, finished 8 games, won 3, and tied with Familia at 42.1 innings. That is a lot.

Kelly Johnson       B       Kind of a surprise, but in less than 60 plate appearances as a Met (0.7), he is third in WAR and has a game-winning HR.

Wilmer Flores       B-      He needs to play every day until he falters, at 1B, 2B, 3B, wherever. HR off Ollie held off Nats sweep. Again.

Jerry Blevins        B-      Top Mets lefty by default, he has gotten big outs and has lowest WHIP in pen (0.947). Makes me nervous, though.

James Loney       B-      At this point he is pure replacement, but has shown good glove and timely hitting on a team that lacks both.

Neil Walker          C+     Just what Mets need: Another streaky player. How Cespedes is thriving batting in front of him says everything about Yo.

Jim Henderson     C+     Back from the baseball dead, he had some really good moments and some really ugly ones before getting hurt.

Michael Conforto   C       Maybe it is just me, but a guy who has been in the minors for weeks and is still third on team in RBI should be in NY.

David Wright        C       “C” is for captain. He came up 164 times before going down and should have a grade: .226/.350/.438 is what it is.

Travis d’Arnaud    C       Has full blown reputation as constantly hurt player and a catcher with a lousy arm. Not sure he is longterm answer.

Curtis Granderson     C      Walks a lot, strikes out even more, but he does have 15 HRs and seems to do better when batting second.

Lucas Duda          C       I may never get over that throw in Game 5, hopefully Lucas will as well as his bad back and his .231/.297/.431 line.

Juan Lagares        C       I don’t know if he has a spot on this team besides defensive replacement. Keeping him in case Cespedes opts out.

Logan Verrett       C-      A true swingman, he has gamely made 6 starts but in them he is 1-4, 5.64, double his ERA out of the bullpen.

Matt Harvey        C-      Final grade for year, sadly. Gave his all last year and deserved better than being booed off mound in last start.

Rene Rivera         C-      Yes, a .187 average is bad, but both arm and pop (3 HR, 13 RBI in 86 PAs) are better than any recent backup.

Kevin Plawicki        D       Rivera has completely outplayed prospect. Will KP ever hit? His catching is not so great, either. He does draw walks.

Antonio Bastardo   D-      A few superb outings with the game on the line is all that is keeping this Bastardo from failing and his ERA under 5.00.

Alejandro d’Aza     F       A complete waste. Same number of at bats as Lagares and is -81/-49/-117 below Juan. Why does he play at all?

Eric Campbell        F       When people ask why did Mets sign Reyes, the answer is: Would you rather see .159/.270/.222 on the roster?

Manager/GM

Terry Collins          B       Has helped keep Mets focused when they could have dropped out. Head scratching decisions, but they play for him.

Sandy Alderson      B+     Grade reflects getting, and keeping, talent in ’15; plus finding affordable fixes. Letting Murph go was a mistake, though.

We are at the point in the year when three new versions of my books are out at the same moment. That’s publishing for you. But here is why all three make a great gift for Father’s Day and graduations—“Dads and Grads” being primo summer book pushes in the publishing world. Ready? Here we go!

One-Year Dynasty

One sentence summary: The story of the 1986 Mets, the most dominant season in team history followed by a pulsating postseason that turned into the franchise touchstone, and culminating with what happened to the organization in the years that followed.

Why buy for Dads: If you are a dad, you either saw this team or heard enough about the ’86 Mets where it’s time to really learn what happened, so that when junior asks why we root for them instead of the Yankees, you’ll have your answer ready: The Yankees win championships in big numbers; the Mets win championships in big ways. “Now eat your vegetables, kid!”

Why buy for Grads: If you are going on to Flushing University, you’ll probably major in Mets. And “1986 Mets: Introduction to Awesomeness” is a 200 level course. In terms of partying though, the ’86 Mets are at a postgrad level.

100 Things Mets Fans Should Know and Do Before They Die (For latest edition, get book with orange letters on front and deGrom on back)

One sentence summary: What, the title wasn’t long and explanatory enough… well, I added lots of new stuff in the third edition about the current team, including Terry Collins, the Fantastic Four staff, updates on last postseason, Mets finances, trades, and Daniel Murphy’s crazy October cracks the top 20 (oh, if only the Mets would have justified this making the top 5).

Why buy for Dads: Dads get asked all kinds of questions about everything by kids, who expect cogent answers. I remember as a youngster watching The Courtship of Eddie’s Father with the Hulk and the kid on the Yankees in The Bad News Bears who wouldn’t throw the ball because he was miffed that his dad, Vic Morrow from Combat, slapped him on the field. What was the question again?

Why buy for Grads: All that fancy book learning and they don’t even know how many different stadiums the Mets have appeared in for a game. Give up? It’s 55. And that’ll be the grade you get on the test if you don’t bone up on everything Mets fans should… you know.

Mets by the Numbers (2nd edition)

One sentence summary: Jon Springer’s mbtn.net site comes to life once more on all things Mets uniform numbers, and the book is even more uniform numbery than before, with all the new numbers and personalities added since the first edition in 2008—edition 2 is still No. 1.

Why buy for Dads: I am just a co-star here, but I will say that I have had some of the best comments from some of the smartest Mets fans about this book. Besides changing every chapter, we added almost all new pictures, thanks mostly to overflowing vaults of Jason Kanarek and Dan Carubia. We have images of Mets from Eddie Kranepool to Bartolo Colon, and numbers are busting out all over.

Why buy for Grads: After studying for 12, 16, or 20-plus years, you may be worn down from all that school reading. This is the perfect book to get you back on track for pleasure reading. The history of the Mets by uniform number, told through stories, uni numbers, and stats. Sit back, relax, and take a number.

Can’t decide which one to buy? Well, buy them all, of course. If you want to buy from me and get an autograph of whatever you want, email me on the site with subject line “Buy Book,” and we’ll get cracking. Or if you want to mail me a copy, I’ll be glad to sign and mail it back. We aims to please.

My son, Ty, not to be confused with new Met Ty Kelly (with #55, not a lot is expected of that Ty), is proud of his papa and loaded my talk on WAMC on youtube, so we are linking up. But we do discuss the relevant topic with Northeast Public Radio host Joe Donahue: “Why does Matt Harvey suck so much?” I think Dan Warthen will be calling me tomorrow to get me to tap into the Dark Knight’s psyche.

The youtube link is here. And it is one dark screen, so try out this link on where you can pick up One-Year Dynasty to keep your eyes busy.