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1922 National League Champions: New York Mets (2nd pennant)
1921 1922

It was another autumn night in New York, and the Mets once again rose to the occasion. With power, poise, and the calm confidence of a team that has been here before, the New York Mets defeated the Los Angeles Dodgers 8–1 at Citi Field, capturing their second straight National League pennant.
The Mets, who will now look to defend their World Series crown, left little doubt. From the opening inning, when Kevin Brubaker launched a solo home run into the cool October air, to the thunderous fourth, when Pedro Alicea and David Rosa went back-to-back to break the game wide open, New York played like a team destined for another October run.
Brubaker, the series MVP, was steady and spectacular — the catalyst atop a lineup that has combined power with discipline all postseason long. Catcher Alex Peña and right fielder Pedro Alicea joined the onslaught, while starter José Rojas delivered seven commanding innings, holding the Dodgers to a single run on five hits while striking out nine.
For the Dodgers, it’s another chapter in a story they’ve read too many times before. Five trips to the National League Championship Series, and four times they’ve fallen short. They're still waiting for another pennant, which they last won twenty years ago. Once again, they met a team that simply would not yield.
So the stage is set: the defending champion New York Mets against the American League’s best, the Texas Rangers. The quest for back-to-back titles begins anew — a chance to etch this Mets team even deeper into baseball lore.
And for the Dodgers, the wait continues.

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1922 World Series

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And a very pleasant good evening to you wherever you may be. From a cool, breezy night in Queens, New York, this was baseball at its most beautiful — unpredictable, unrelenting, and unforgettable. The New York Mets, defending world champions, outslugged the Texas Rangers 12 to 8 to take Game One of the 1922 World Series here at Citi Field.
You could almost feel it from the first pitch — a certain electricity in the air, the kind that only October baseball can bring. And the fans, bundled up against a crisp 49-degree wind, were treated to a roller coaster of a game that tilted back and forth before the Mets finally wrestled it away for good.
Alan Sloan, the designated hitter who’s been the beating heart of this Mets lineup, had himself a night to remember — four hits, including a towering home run and a ringing double, driving in three and scoring three more. He hit everything hard, and by the end of the evening, it seemed as though the Rangers had run out of ways to get him out.
But perhaps the biggest moment came in the bottom of the sixth. The Mets trailed 7–6, runners at second and third, one out, and Kevin Brubaker — the ever-reliable left fielder — at the plate. Brubaker lashed a double down the line in left, driving in two, and just like that, New York was back in front. The crowd, 39,781 strong, rose as one and roared into the night.
For Texas, it was a valiant effort — 14 hits of their own, including a home run from Tony Guerrero and a three-hit game from catcher Mike Walden — but their bullpen simply couldn’t hold the line.
You can talk about numbers, you can talk about strategy, but nights like this remind us why we love this game. It’s not about perfection; it’s about resilience. The Mets fell behind, stumbled, then rose up with the kind of determination that defines champions.
And so, as the lights dim over Citi Field and the players retreat to the clubhouse, New York takes a 1–0 lead in the World Series. Game Two comes tomorrow, right back here in Queens, and you can be sure the Rangers will come out swinging.
For now, though — from the city that never sleeps, on a night when baseball once again showed its timeless beauty — this is Vin Scully, wishing you a very pleasant good evening, wherever you may be.

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And a very pleasant good afternoon to you, wherever you may be. From beautiful Citi Field in Queens, New York — under clear skies and a soft, cool breeze drifting in from left — this was Game Two of the 1922 World Series between the Texas Rangers and the defending champion New York Mets.
Yesterday, it was the Mets’ bats that rang out across the night. But on this day, it was Texas that answered back, steady, patient, and precise, as the Rangers evened the series with a 4–1 victory.
The star of the show? A right-hander named Vinny Luevanos — calm as a Sunday stroll through the park. Seven innings of five-hit baseball, just one run allowed, and not a hint of panic on that young man’s face. He threw strikes, trusted his defense, and when he needed a little extra, he found it.
And oh, that Texas defense — smooth as a well-oiled glove. Three double plays turned with textbook precision: Schwab to Guerrero to Martinez. You could almost hear the ball whispering its thanks as it zipped around the infield.
The game turned in the top of the fourth, when second baseman Tony Guerrero, who’s been a rock for this Rangers club, stepped to the plate with runners on. A sharp single to left scored a pair, giving Texas the lead they’d never surrender. Guerrero finished two-for-four with two runs batted in — a quiet leader doing what leaders do.
Meanwhile, for New York, it just wasn’t their day. They struck early — Kevin Brubaker crossing the plate in the bottom of the first after Rafael Contreras drove him in. But from there, Luevanos and closer Jesse Gates slammed the door shut. Only two Mets reached base over the final five innings.
Bobby Colon, the veteran right-hander for New York, battled as he always does — eight and a third innings, seven strikeouts, and just one earned run through the first seven frames. But a walk here, a seeing-eye single there, and Texas made him pay the small price that becomes a big one in October.
So the Rangers, resilient and relentless, pack their bags for Arlington with the series tied at one game apiece. Game Three comes Sunday at Globe Life Field, where the Texas faithful will have their first chance to welcome the Fall Classic home.
And that’s the beauty of baseball — yesterday, the Mets looked unstoppable. Today, the Rangers looked untouchable. Tomorrow? Well, tomorrow belongs to whoever wants it most.
From Citi Field in New York — where 39,603 fans bundled against the autumn chill and saw a gem from Vinny Luevanos — this is Vin Scully wishing you a very pleasant good evening, wherever you may be.

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A very pleasant good afternoon to you, wherever you may be. From Globe Life Field in Arlington, Texas — a bright, breezy autumn Sunday, 57 degrees under partly cloudy skies — the 1922 World Series continued today, and oh, what a tale it told.
It began with thunder. Before many fans had even settled into their seats or unwrapped their hot dogs, the Texas Rangers came storming out of the gate. A leadoff blast by Matt Petesch sent the home crowd into a frenzy — 1-0, just like that. Then came a parade of doubles — Guerrero, Walden, Contreras — four runs in the first inning, and the place was shaking like a Texas storm.
For New York, it could’ve been the beginning of the end. Down four runs on the road, against a team feeding off every ounce of that home-state pride, many clubs would’ve folded up their tents and waited for tomorrow. But the Mets… well, these Mets are made of something different.
In the top of the second, Pedro Alicea, the slugging right fielder, took a fastball that caught just a little too much plate and lofted it deep into the Arlington sky. It carried and carried — gone! A solo home run, and the Mets were on the board. Just a flicker, but in baseball, flickers have a way of becoming fires.
Two innings later, Alex Peña stepped in with a man aboard. The count ran full, the tension building. And then — crack! A high drive to left, no doubt about it. That ball was out of here before the crowd could even draw its breath. Just like that, it was 4–3, and suddenly, the Rangers’ confidence had a hairline fracture.
From there, the game tightened. Both bullpens traded zeroes, both defenses turned double plays that would make any Little Leaguer proud. You could feel the tension in every pitch — two proud teams refusing to blink.
Then came the top of the eighth. The Rangers still clinging to that one-run lead, and Alan Sloan, the big man with the heavy bat, dug in. One out, bases empty, and Gandarilla’s fastball met Sloan’s barrel — a cannon shot, rising into the wind and carrying over the wall in left-center. Just like that, the game was tied, 4–4. You could almost feel the air go out of the ballpark.
And as the ninth inning dawned, the Mets — quiet, disciplined, determined — went back to work. With runners aboard, Joe Stacks, the scrappy second baseman, lined the very first pitch he saw into center field. A clean, simple single, but it meant everything. The go-ahead run crossed, and the Mets had climbed all the way back — from four down to one up.
In the bottom of the ninth, Texas threatened, as they always do. A double by Nate Schwab had the crowd hoping for one more spark. But reliever Rey González coaxed a double play, and that was that. The Mets had done it again — 5–4, the final.
Alan Sloan, two hits, two runs, a towering home run — the heartbeat of the comeback — earns Player of the Game honors. And New York, with quiet resilience and timely thunder, takes a 2–1 lead in the series.
Tomorrow, they’ll be right back here under these Texas skies for Game Four. But tonight, in Arlington, you can still feel it — the hum of what makes baseball the most human of games. No clock, no script… just opportunity. And once again, the Mets seized it.
From Globe Life Field in Arlington — this is Vin Scully, wishing you a very pleasant good evening, wherever you may be.

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A Night of Thunder in Texas
By Bob Costas – October 30, 1922, Globe Life Field, Arlington, Texas
On an autumn evening when the air carried both tension and Texas chill, the New York Mets brought thunder to Globe Life Field. The result was not merely a victory, but an emphatic statement — a 17–2 demolition of the Texas Rangers in Game 4 of the World Series.
It was baseball at its most elemental: power, precision, and momentum converging on one fateful night. The Mets now stand a single game away from repeating as World Series winners, leading the series three games to one.
Alan Sloan, the Mets’ designated hitter, turned this October night into his personal showcase — a three-hit masterpiece, two of them long home runs that soared through the Texas night like fireworks against gray clouds. He drove in six, scored three, and left little doubt about who owned the moment.
And yet, it all began with Pedro Alicea. In the top of the first, Alicea’s bat met the ball with a sound that echoed across Arlington — a three-run homer that quieted the home crowd and set the tone for the onslaught to come. By the time the inning was over, New York led 5–0, and the Rangers were left staring into the abyss of a long, unforgiving night.
From there, the Mets hit not as nine men, but as one relentless force. Seventeen runs. Seventeen hits. Five home runs. A box score that reads like the record of a prizefight where only one fighter showed up.
Meanwhile, on the mound, L. Peters was steady and unsentimental — 7⅔ innings of workmanlike control, surrendering just two runs while his offense wrote the headlines.
Tony Peña, the Rangers’ manager, could only shake his head afterward. “The score speaks for itself,” he said quietly. “It was embarrassing.”
Sometimes, that’s all there is to say.
But history, as it often does, lingers in the details. The rain delay in the sixth. The 48,548 fans who stayed through the drizzle, hoping for a spark that never came. The Mets’ dugout, alive with the kind of energy that tells you something larger might be forming — the sense that they can see the finish line.
Tomorrow night, under the lights of Globe Life Field, they’ll have a chance to finish it — to claim a championship that, after years of heartbreak and rebuilding, feels tantalizingly close.
For one night in October, the Mets were everything a team can be — powerful, poised, and utterly dominant. And if baseball is still, as we like to believe, a game of moments, this one belonged to Alan Sloan and the surging New York Mets.

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Heartbreak in Arlington
By Bob Costas – October 31, 1922, Globe Life Field, Arlington, Texas
In baseball, as in life, greatness often comes down to three outs.
And on this cool Texas night, the New York Mets were three outs away from achieving a kind of baseball immortality — a second straight World Series title, a validation of everything they’d built.
But those final three outs can be the heaviest a pitcher ever tries to lift.
Rey González, the Mets’ trusted closer, the man who had been nearly automatic all October, simply couldn’t find the finish line. A sharp single here, a walk there, and suddenly, the once-quiet Texas crowd roared to life. Then, with one out and the bases loaded, Juan Contreras lifted a fly ball deep enough to right — a sacrifice fly that sent home the winning run and sent the Rangers streaming out of the dugout.
Texas 8, New York 7.
A breathless Game 5 that had everything October baseball promises — tension, reversals, and heartbreak.
For the Mets, it was a night of too many chances lost. Eighteen hits, but only seven runs. Time and again, they filled the basepaths, only to see opportunity fade into frustration. Brubaker, Stacks, and Peña each had three hits, but the knockout blow never came.
Meanwhile, for the Rangers, it was about resilience — and one man who refused to let his team’s season end. Josh Norwood, their designated hitter, delivered not one, but two towering home runs, each swing carrying the weight of defiance.
“This place was rocking at the end,” Norwood said afterward. And indeed, it was. For one night, Arlington felt like the heart of the baseball world.
And so, the Series shifts back to New York — to Flushing Meadows, where the Mets will try once more to seize history. They still lead, three games to two. The champagne remains on ice, the ticker tape not yet ordered.
But this much we know: baseball has a way of humbling even its most dominant teams. It reminds them, and us, that nothing — not even destiny — is guaranteed until the final out is made.
The Mets were three outs from glory. Now, they’ll have to earn it all over again.

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New York Mets: 1922 World Series Champions (2nd title)
1921 1922

In the end, it felt almost inevitable.
The New York Mets — poised, powerful, and unflinching — are once again champions of the baseball world.
On a crisp November afternoon at Citi Field, before nearly 40,000 faithful fans draped in orange and blue, the Mets completed their masterpiece — a 10–6 victory over the Texas Rangers to capture their second consecutive World Series title.
From the very beginning, the tone was set. In the first inning, with two outs and runners aboard, right fielder Pedro Alicea — as he has so often done this October — launched a towering drive into the right-field seats. Moments later, the fans had scarcely caught their breath when Alan Sloan, the heartbeat of this team and now a two-time World Series MVP, delivered a thunderous three-run shot of his own in the second.
It was 9-1 before the shadows had even reached the mound.
The Mets, who won an astounding 122 games during the regular season, played like a team determined not just to win, but to punctuate an era. Every name in that lineup contributed — Brubaker with his table-setting patience, Peña commanding the game behind the plate, Alicea and Sloan providing the fireworks, and veterans like Bobby Colón steadying the course on the mound.
Colón, pitching with guile and grace, went five hard-fought innings. And though the Rangers rallied late — a brief surge powered by Mike Walden’s two-run homer in the seventh — the Mets never truly blinked. Their bullpen closed the door, and as Rey González recorded the final out, gloves and caps filled the autumn sky above Queens.
Lamar Craig, the understated manager who’s guided this juggernaut with equal parts calm and conviction, summed it up perfectly:
“Hitting, pitching, fielding — those matter. But it’s about the team. One heartbeat, twenty-five guys. When one stumbles, another rises. That’s how championships are won.”
And so it is again for New York.
Back-to-back titles. A season of dominance validated by a month of resolve.
The Rangers, valiant to the end, fall short but not without pride. A team that grew before our eyes and will no doubt be back. But this night — this celebration — belongs to the Mets.
In a game that measures both power and poise, they have proven masters of both.
And as the champagne flowed in the home clubhouse, and as the mayor promised a parade through the canyons of Manhattan, one couldn’t help but think — we may be witnessing the rise of something more than a champion. We may be watching the birth of a dynasty.
The Mets — again — are on top of the baseball world.

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1922 World Series

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1922 MLB Awards

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