Following up

Cerrone posted a link to my bit about dangling Perpetual Pedro from yesterday, and it seems like some of his commenters misunderstood the point I was trying to make there. So I want to revisit that in case I didn’t make it clear enough.

Here’s what commenter SwannaintSeaver wrote:

Thanks Ted, you’ve confirmed the point that anyone with web development savvy and an opinion can publish a Blog that will be find its way into the mass media. Write off the season, huh? I guess you’re another person who is in love with a “home grown infield”, and thinks that Cliff Lee is coming to Flushing.

I am glad to not be around when you wake up from your pipe dreams. I am a Mets fan since I was six years old (1969), and I have seen your kind. You will try to find positives in anything (like Lenny Randle playing second base, Donn Hahn playing center field, or even John Pacella as a starting pitcher). Sure, let’s dump all of our productive pieces while we are at it, we are a “small market team” after all.

Congratulations, you are batting 1.000 in my book. I don’t agree with you on anything.

Here’s my response:

I’m pretty sure you’re misreading or misunderstanding the post. I never said the Mets should write off the season. I’m saying that fans, analysts, and sometimes teams themselves tend to take the mentality of “buyer or seller” as though it’s some sort of black-and-white thing. It’s not.

I’m saying that if you can get a disproportionate return on a largely replaceable commodity, you should take it regardless of where you are in the standings. That’s very different from writing off the season.

Does that make sense at all? I tried to hammer out a solid food metaphor with TedQuarters resident maverick economist and former roommate Ted Burke, but we just wound up talking about ice cream and trying to pigeonhole this situation into convoluted scenarios about running ice-cream shops in heat waves.

The point is, Pedro Feliciano will not make or break the Mets’ season. He’s a good lefty specialist and, in fact, one of my favorite Mets. He’s also a free agent after the season. And the Mets have two other lefty pitchers already in their bullpen and one in Triple-A who appears adequate. The Mets have a large supply of something that is reportedly in great demand.

If Scott Downs’ trade value is even in the same stratosphere as the Blue Jays’ supposed asking price, some team is going to pay way too much for Scott Downs. The Mets should get in on that action. Not because they are sellers, because they are a baseball team, and one in a particularly good position to shoulder the short-term hit. If they can spin a third of a season of Feliciano into a cost-controlled future contributor, it’s a no-brainer.

Something about at-bat music

Something about the Mets’ neat 4-0 victory this afternoon and the Fort Knox Five’s Insight got me thinking about at-bat music again.

It’s a topic I’ve touched on many times before and one I’ve been meaning to explore at greater lengths for a while.

I spoke to the guys who run the Citi Field p.a. a while back for the Baseball Show. They told me that their only qualification is that the section of the song be PG. Players can choose any section of a song — not just the intro, as I assumed earlier. Generally the player gets 10-15 seconds.

But what makes for good at-bat music? Well, a couple of things:

– Distinctive: This is most important, I think. A player’s at-bat music should be something that becomes inextricably linked with the player, and so it helps for the snippet to be memorable. When you hear that one specific horn riff from the David y Abraham song, you know that means Carlos Beltran’s coming up.

Generally, I think it’s best to choose a song people aren’t overwhelmingly familiar with. The backstory to Ike Davis’ choice of “Start Me Up” is a decent one and I don’t begrudge him the choice, but that’s such typical stadium fare that it’s almost hard to figure if Davis is coming up or if they’re just pumping Jock Jams for the hell of it.

There are exceptions, of course. The opening riff to Voodoo Chile worked great for Mike Piazza, and Rod Barajas’ use of Low Rider and California Love remains the most valuable thing about the Mets’ injured catcher. But none of those songs is standard for sports venues, so they can all be tied to the player by the fan.

In other words, familiarity isn’t necessarily advantageous. Distinctiveness is.

– Straightforward: As a relief pitcher, I would definitely, definitely pick something offbeat to get into my opponents’ heads. As a hitter, though, you don’t have that type of time. Ten seconds of some weird tune might raise a pitcher’s eyebrow, but it’s hardly going to get into his head. Just go for something good to get the fans into it. This is not the time for mindgames.

– Instrumental: Some guys go with songs with words, and for some guys that works. Wouldn’t be my choice. Then people get caught up in trying to figure out what you’re saying with the lyrics you’ve chosen. Make a statement with the music.

Incidentally, Mike Jacobs was using Eminem’s “We Made You” this season, and the first thing you heard whenever Jacobs walked to the plate was, “Jessica Simpson — sing the chorus!” That’s pitiful. You, Major League baseball player, want the first thing anyone to associate you with to be Jessica Simpson, and not because you’re dating her? I know Jessica Simpson didn’t even actually sing the chorus on that song, but that’s immaterial. Another wild swing-and-miss by Jacobs.

– With horns: Again, more of a personal thing. But horn sections make most things more awesome, and they provide a particular variety of fanfare for at-bat music. Trumpet your plate appearance with trumpet. And trombones and saxophones, too.

With vibraslap: Thaat one’s almost certainly just me. The vibraslap is the percussion instrument that goes, “byoyoyoyoyoing!” or something like that. It’s a hilarious noise and one I’ve always thought should get more airtime blasting through the PA systems of 50,000-seat stadiums. You may recognize the vibraslap from Nuthin’ But a G Thang or any number of songs by the band CAKE.

Anyway, I’m pretty certain my at-bat music starts at the 1:27 mark in this Ozomatli song:

I guess one thing that’s important to note is that in my at-bat music fantasy I’m an amazing hitter. So, you know, late in some game — one the manager mercifully gave me off because I’ve been carrying the team for so long — they call on me to pinch hit and then “bum bum chickachicka bum bum chickachicka…”

Here comes that funky, funky man again.

Smartphone application

This season, the New Meadowlands Stadium will offer fans free smart-phone applications that they can glance at to see video replays, updated statistics and live video from other games — and that will work only inside a stadium.

Over the next few years, stadium officials say, the applications will provide fans with statistics on the speed of players and the ball, and fantasy games that will allow them to pick players and compete against other fans.

Michael S. Schmidt, New York Times.

That sounds, well, reasonably awesome. I find it sort of hard to believe that the Jets and Giants will have any trouble selling out games in the brand-new stadium, but then I myself have never been to a regular-season* NFL game since I became a big fan of the sport. I went to one when I was six or seven, before I appreciated football.

I haven’t been since, partly because it has never really come up, partly because I appreciate the comforts of my living room on NFL Sundays. Hard to justify freezing my ass off watching one football game when I can sit in my La-Z-Boy juggling several, pounding Buffalo wings.

I imagine I’ll make it out to the new place in due time, either with a credential or with a ticket, and I’m certain the experience is an enjoyable one. But I can’t be sure they have great wings there, nor that I’ll find a comfortable setting for eating wings, which require space and wet-naps and some sort of resting place for blue cheese.

Anyway, the other thing — and please excuse the ludditry — is sometimes I get worried that smartphones hamper our enjoyment of actual, analog life. This came up in the concert post a few days ago. Is having access to nearly unlimited information and a method of sharing it always a good thing?

Don’t get me wrong: I use the hell out of my iPhone. It makes my commute more bearable and ends arguments with rapidity. But there are times when I wonder if the constant connection to the Internet distracts me from the full breadth of certain experiences. Sometimes I just want to wonder about stuff, and I hope that my imagination is not hindered by knowing that answers to most questions are just a swipe of the keypad away.

Will the smartphone enhance the live NFL experience? Damned if I know. I’m just not sure I would even want to find out, lest it take something away from the sights, smells and sounds of a live sporting event I paid big bucks to see in person.

*- I went to a preseason Jets game when I was in high school. We sat next to Adrian Murrell’s family. Nice people.

A possibility you may not have considered

Jerry Manuel shuffled the Mets’ pitching rotation this week, at least partly because Mike Pelfrey has pitched better at night than during the day.

Looking at Pelfrey’s career splits, it’s true, kind of. Pelfrey is 10-13 with a 5.30 ERA during the day and 28-24 with a 4.12 ERA at night.

Of course, Pelfrey has yielded almost identical OPSes during the day and night — .775 and .769, respectively. His strikeout rate is ever-so-slightly higher during the day, as is his BABIP. The whole thing smacks of completely meaningless randomness, and if I had to bet on it, I’d guess that moving forward, Pelfrey proves equally effective at any hour of the day.

Unless — UNLESS! — he’s a vampire. Look, we can sit around rifling through spreadsheets all we want and explain how little hiccups like this one show up in splits all the time, even across relatively big samples. But that would discount the possibility that Pelfrey sucks during the day because he is crippled by the sun’s powerful rays.

I mean, just look at him:

Well that sucked

A postscript to last night’s affair: Awesome game, crappy ending.

BradP, in the comments section, writes:

What was Jerry thinking leaving Feliciano in to face Pujols in the 13th? Feliciano should only face lefties. His splits dictate that. Leave in a pitcher who is bad against righties to face the best right handed hitter in the game? Check. Lose? Check.

I imagine Manuel was again considering platoon splits where they do not exist and misplaying the ones that do. Manuel only had lefties available in the bullpen and no option to face a lefty hitter — Matt Holliday was on deck with one base open.

But Raul Valdes has actually been better against righties than lefties this year (although he has walked a lot more of them, for what that’s worth). During the game I figured Manuel didn’t want to use Valdes since Valdes had thrown four innings over the Mets’ last three games and has pitched a ton lately in general. But then, when has that stopped Jerry Manuel?

And, indeed, he then brought in Valdes to face Matt Holliday after Pujols drove in what would ultimately be the winning run.

Awesome things from Wednesday’s game

I don’t even know how this game ends yet, but now that we’re 11 innings deep I can say for certain it has been an awesome one. I’m not leaving ’til it’s over, but I’ve got to wake up early tomorrow to get into the office to caddy for Bob Ojeda again so I’m not posting after it’s over, either. So here are some awesome things that have already happened:

1) Carlos Beltran’s homer: This gets top billing because it was such a wonderful thing to see, even if — at the time — it seemed like it was in vain. Towering shot down the left-field line. Don’t look now, but it seems as if Beltran may be starting to hit.

2) Ridiculous cavalcade of facial hair: After Jamie Garcia’s exit, Tony La Russa trotted out five straight relievers with prominent and varied facial-hair styles. Jason Motte, Mitchell Boggs and Trever Miller were all rocking thick, full beards, Dennys Reyes sported a clean goatee and Kyle McLellan showcased a particularly disgusting full-beard/goatee thing that extended down below the top of his jersey. And it should be noted that though Reyes’ goatee covers a smaller portion of his face than the beards of his teammates, he may actually have the greatest volume of facial hair. He just has a giant face.

3) Mike Hessman’s double: The legendary quadruple-A masher missed a home run by a few feet in his first at-bat. But the double was nonetheless impressive and began the Mets’ comeback after Johan Santana got beat up in the first.

4) Francoeur walks: On four pitches, no less. From my angle it was unclear if Jaime Garcia was anywhere near the plate, but still. Also, Francoeur’s 10-pitch battle with Motte in the eighth was impressive, even if it culminated in a lazy flyout to left.

5) Jose Reyes on base four times: And it looked like he was safe stealing second. Seems like he’s fully back from the oblique thing now.

6) Angel Pagan remains awesome: If it didn’t feel like a particular brand of nerdiness to nickname people after Simpsons references, I’d refer to Pagan as “Donuts;” there’s nothing he can’t do.

Less awesome: Santana’s performance, a bunch of sloppy fielding, a bit of crappy baserunning. But whatever. We’re here to celebrate (fingers crossed).

Just like everyone else in the world, Jay-Z pissed about whole LeBron-to-Miami thing

The website Mediatakeout.com quotes an “EXTREMELY CREDIBLE insider” – the capital letters are meant to underscore the source’s supposed reliability – saying “Jay-Z felt disrespected that King James did not consult with him during the free agency process.”

And Gatecrasher got a similar take from a source in Jay-Z’s camp. “Jay never expected LeBron to sign with the Nets. He knew that no 25-year-old kid with James’ profile was going to spend years in Newark,” the source tells Gatecrasher. “But he’s pissed, or at least disappointed, that LeBron didn’t consult with him.”

Gatecrasher, N.Y. Daily News.

LeBron James: No longer YA BOYYYYYY.