Today is not Opening Day for one of the local nine. Tomorrow, either.
Steve Cohen wants everyone to “chile” out.
Seems Steve Cohen may have a type.
I wouldn’t want to be Sandy Alderson if the Big Guy doesn’t get a parade this year.
Unlike supporters of the Mets themselves, creditors get instant gratification.
At least in his introductory press conference, that is.
It’s all he knows how to do at this point.
Jerry Reinsdorf has no idea what he’s getting himself into.
Nothing to see here (anymore), Mr. Commissioner.
After paying them $2.45 billion, of course.
The 2020 season is not playing out quite as the big guy imagined.
Turns out it’s legally impossible to think less of the former Met.
Dealings are afoot in Flushing.
The deal to bring black edge (and success) to Flushing is off.
Rob Manfred sees nothing unusual or untoward about the Steve Cohen era in Flushing.
If you see the new owner red-faced a shouting during the game, rest assured he’s yelling at a Point72 underling and not at Edwin Diaz.
Mr. Met owes Toronto an Edible Arrangement.