Blue is Blue on a Monday that is otherwise Green and not Red

Good Day, Stroock's Books Amalgamated fans and welcome to a fresh week of frustration and ennui for Will. 

The temp is 59 degrees as we write this but will climb into the high 70s today.

There were several large Charlie Cook memorials in New Jersey yesterday. We were invited to a few, but no. We've done our protest/rally duty in the past, from the Tea Party to Trump 2020. Let someone else do it. [Cynical? -Ed]. A bit. 

The Widow Kirk should assemble a team of crack defamation lawyers and sue the news networks saying her husband was a Nazi white supremacist, etc etc. Sue them with extreme prejudice. 

What Will's watching: God help us, the Charlie Sheen documentary on Netflix. We're not mentally, emotionally, or spiritually prepared for this. We were trying to think of the first thing in which we saw Charlie Sheen. Our best guess is Red Dawn, right? And after that, Lucas. Then Sheen makes a hilarious cameo as garden variety street hooligan Garth Volbeck in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

Sports wrap: At no point did we think the Giants would beat the Cowboys yesterday, not even when they scored the go ahead touchdown with 25 seconds left. Meanwhile, Mrs. Stroock's Eagles went down to Taylor Swift's fiancée's city and played championship defense. Green has a culture of winning. Blue has a culture of suckitude. The Giants haven't beaten the Cowboys in like, 6 seasons (7 seasons?)? The Giants suck.

The Pittsburgh Steelers will never be more metal than Iron Maiden's Bruce Dickinson singing the Star-Spangled Banner. Metal score 5/5.

Beat the Mets, cheat the Mets...so even after a disappointing playoff loss to the Dodgers in 1988 Mets fans and baseball prognosticators expected big things from the team in 1989. The Mets did have problems though. The team was fraying a bit. Hernandez and Carter were getting old. Strawberry's drug problem was catching up to him. And along came Greg Jeffries. 

Jeffries was a highly touted prospect who's started for the Mets all September and in the playoffs. He was a third basemen, but the Mets already had slugger Howard Johnson at third. So they handed Jeffries the second base job. Which was resented by guys like Johnson who'd had to earn their position. Jeffries played bad defense out of position all season, and didn't live up to expectations at the plate. He was prone to temper tantrums and didn't know his place in a clubhouse full of vets. In short, Jeffries was toxic.

But worse was yet to come...