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When we heard that a play entitled New York Mets was playing at
Washington's Woolly Mammoth Theatre Company, we were rather
intrigued. So we sent SI reporter T. Nicholas Dawidoff to a recent
performance. His review:
As long as I've known the Mets, they've specialized in theatrics
-- but hardly this kind. This cast doesn't include characters named
Tom Terrific, Tug or Mookie. In fact, most amazin' of all, New York
Mets isn't even about baseball.
It's about relationships far removed from Shea Stadium. The play,
written / by T.J. Edwards, is set in a small shop called Phil's
Typewriter Repair and Manuscript Service. The shop owner, Phil, and
his friends Ernie and Rosie are continually discussing a myriad of
issues including small-mindedness, love, misunderstanding, and the
purpose and poetry of words. ''Hey, you know if you owned the
Phillies you could call them Phil's Philly Phillies,'' says Ernie, a
hack writer. ''That's triple alliteration. That's good stuff.''
That's also the extent of the baseball in New York Mets -- that
and a few other lines including, ''Guys like me have got to believe
in something like the home in White Plains, the Mets and this
place.'' Which isn't to say that the play is without rewards: It has
wit and sensitivity and was the grand prizewinner in the Source
Theatre's National Playwriting Contest. Edwards himself admits he
would rather listen to opera than to a ball game while he tends his