David Wright awesome at baseball, right about everything

“It’s not my body, so I don’t know exactly what he’s feeling. I also don’t know what he’s telling other people that he’s feeling,” Wright said Monday afternoon at a press conference at the Anaheim Marriott, as Reyes sat at an adjacent table, conducting his own interviews. “But if there’s any chance that he could do any more damage to himself, or if there’s a chance maybe it’s not best for the team for him to be out there, I think ultimately somebody needs to say something and avoid him hurting himself, because he’s going to want to be out there to play and he’s going to want to be out there trying to do things that maybe he shouldn’t.”

Had Wright not intervened, would anyone else have? Wright indicated over the weekend he didn’t know the answer. It’s certainly debatable.

Adam Rubin, ESPN New York.

Everyone’s asking the same questions. I brought them up Saturday after the game. Howard Megdal wondered about them yesterday on SNY.tv. Andy Martino did the same in this morning’s Daily News.

Why did David Wright have to be the person to stop Jose Reyes from playing through pain and risking further injury? Where was the manager, the general manager, the medical staff? Did no one learn anything from last year?

It’s absurd. Surreal even.

And look: Hopefully all goes well and Reyes heals with a few days off and this whole thing becomes just a weird little hiccup in an otherwise positive season. But it’s baffling nonetheless. What happened to Prevention and Recovery? Did the Mets somehow think that since Angel Pagan healed reasonably quickly from his oblique strain, Reyes would necessarily do the same? Reyes never denied that he was in pain. Obviously he wants to play through it; he’s a professional athlete, that’s how he’s wired.

Ugh. Whatever. Whatever, whatever.

The only upside to this is it again demonstrates how lucky we are, as Mets fans, to have David Wright around.

I have, in the past, accused Wright of being a crowd-pleaser and a cliche machine, but the more I hear him talk the less I think that’s the case. I think maybe he just gets it. He’s the guy who said, “we’re healthy,” when asked about the changes in the clubhouse this year and who straight-up dismissed Omar Minaya’s comments about the team’s lack of edge last year.

Wright’s comments about Reyes yesterday actually read a little like a column I wrote about Reyes’ injuries back in October: No one can understand anyone else’s pain and it shouldn’t be the responsibility of players to diagnose their own injuries.

David Wright has already produced several wins for the Mets this year with his bat and glove. And he appears to be the only person in the organization concerned with securing more wins in the future. What a stud.

Last night’s sandwich: I’m Cuban, B!

Yes, Cuban B! Sandwich Week continues.

The Sandwich: A Cuban sandwich, from the kitchen of the analog TedQuarters in Westchester.

I understand there’s some debate as to what constitutes an “authentic” Cuban sandwich, just like some people will tell you there should never be lettuce in a burrito because burritos were originally intended to be brought out to fields by farm workers and lettuce would have wilted or rotted in the heat.

It’s all nonsense. Trace any food item back to its roots and you’ll find it developed out of some sort of cultural exchange. There’s no need to stop the timeline of sandwich evolution at one specific point. Whether or not this is the exact sandwich made in Cuba is immaterial. This is my interpretation of the popular Cuban sandwich.

The construction: We used smaller Portuguese rolls instead of Cuban or French bread because, well, I plan to eat a lot of sandwiches this week and I’d prefer not to die. On one side I put yellow mustard, on the other I put an aioli I made (that’s right, I make aioli) with roasted garlic and hot peppers from our garden.

I sliced leftover pork from the tenderloin I hickory-smoked on Sunday afternoon and put it on the roll with deli ham, provolone and sandwich-stacker pickles. Then I lightly buttered the top and bottom of the roll and pressed the whole thing in a Foreman grill until the cheese melted and the bread was slightly browned.

Important background information: I am not Cuban. My friend Charlie, who inadvertently turned TedQuarters into SandwichQuarters with a text message last week, is Cuban, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him enjoying a Cuban sandwich. He’s obviously a man of distinguishing sandwich taste, though, so I have no doubt he would.

What it looks like:

How it tastes: Damn good, if I do say so myself. The smoky flavor of the pork was honestly a bit overwhelming when we ate the pork on its own Sunday night, but in context of the sandwich it was just a nice extra kick. And it was really tender, too — no need to worry about big pieces of pork sliding out of the sandwich when you bit into it. Even consistency is an important factor in sandwich goodness.

The garlic and hot pepper aioli was real, real good, too. I’ve never gardened before in my life, but it turns out there’s something amazingly satisfying about growing your own vegetables, especially when you’re going to smash them and mix them with mayonnaise. Holy crap, look at all these cucumbers and peppers. And they’re all free now thanks to all that work we did a few months ago! Screw you, ShopRite, we don’t need your string beans anymore.

The bread was good too. And the pickles were predictably delicious. The cheese tasted like cheese. Awesome, awesome cheese.

The only problem was that, between the mayo, the ham and the butter on the roll, it was a bit greasy. Sat kinda heavy in the stomach.

What it’s worth: Well like I said, we planted the peppers months ago so that didn’t take much work. Roasting the garlic and putting it all in the Chopster then mixing it with mayonnaise wasn’t hard either. I smoked the pork Sunday and this was just leftover, so that was gravy, so to speak. Plus my wife picked up the ham, pickles and rolls at the grocery store so that didn’t require any work on my part. Basically, the only thing I had to do was construct the sandwich and throw it on the Foreman grill, which took all of five minutes.

So since the cost was minimal and the benefit in deliciousness was high, this was sandwich was a huge net win. Actually I thought it was better than the Chilean number that rated as one of NY Magazine’s Top 101 sandwiches in New York, so I’m patting myself on the back for that. It was good enough I feel the need to come up with some sort of completely arbitrary numerical rating system for the series.

The rating: 78 out of 100. I have very high standards, and a sandwich needs to be worth traveling great distances for to crack 90 and life-changing to hit 100. A 78 is a very good sandwich. And I’m going to go back and give the Chacarero Completo a 56.

Sandwich week? Sandwich week.

It’s Sandwich Week here on TedQuarters. Why? Several reasons:

1) There’s no real baseball for the next three days, and I generally find the All-Star Game pretty boring. (Notable exception: When Pedro Martinez struck out Barry Larkin, Larry Walker, Sammy Sosa, Mark McGwire and Jeff Bagwell over two innings in 1999.)

2) The last several posts about sandwiches have been popular, and I give the people what they want.

3) I’m already certain I’m eating a sandwich for dinner tonight, so, you know, one post in the bag.

4) Why do I need to give you so many reasons why it’s Sandwich Week? Sandwiches are awesome. Leave me alone.

Anyway, basically the format of Sandwich Week is as follows: I eat a bunch of sandwiches and then write about them here.

I’m partly using the New York Magazine list of Top 101 Sandwiches in New York as a guide, even though I’m certain that list is a bit pretentious. I’m also seeking recommendations — Alex Belth provided tomorrow’s sandwich destination already — so if you know of any notably awesome sandwiches please say so. The only qualification is that it has to be somewhere reasonably accessible to Midtown Manhattan or Central Westchester. I don’t have all day to travel for great sandwiches. That is my dream, though. Someday…

Anywho, here goes nothing:

The Sandwich: Chacarero Completo from Barros Luco, 300 1/2 E. 52nd St. in Manhattan.

The Construction: Thinly sliced steak with string beans, mayo, white cheese, avocado and a banana-pepper/cilantro sauce on fresh-baked Chilean bread. The sandwich comes with tomatoes, too, but I ordered mine without them because they’re not my cup of tea.

Important background information: Barros Luco the eatery is named for the “Barros Luco,” a popular Chilean sandwich that is in turn named for former Chilean president and mustache hero Ramon Barros Luco. The Wikipedia doesn’t make his presidency sound particularly notable, but obviously the man should be celebrated for popularizing steak-and-cheese sandwiches in Chile.

While he doesn’t deserve to be mentioned in the same sentence as the great John Montagu, the 4th Earl of Sandwich and inventor of the sandwich, clearly Ramon Barros Luco was a smart dude and venerable statesman.

What it looks like:

I pulled off a half a slice of bread for the purposes of the photo. It was a complete sandwich, obviously.

How it tastes: This was a good sandwich, but not a great one.

The big innovation the Chacarero Completo offers is the use of string beans on a sandwich, which I’m not sure I’ve ever encountered before. But while I like string beans on their own, they were a bit overpowering on the sandwich, which didn’t have a ton of flavor otherwise. In fact, the hot, fresh-baked bread should have been the best part of the sandwich, but even on its own it just tasted like all the string-bean flavor it soaked up.

Still, the sandwich was moist throughout, the smashed avocados were creamy and delicious, and the melted cheese was, well, melted cheese. The steak was a bit tough and entirely lacked seasoning, which wouldn’t have mattered, I don’t think, if I tasted more of the aji verde (banana pepper and cilantro sauce). A closer look at the menu revealed that I could have ordered the sandwich with the slightly spicier aji rojo sauce, and if I find my way to Barros Luco again, I probably will.

There was a bottle ketchup on the table, so I tried dipping the sandwich in some. That helped a lot; it added a little sweetness to what was a pretty salty sandwich. Maybe the tomato would have balanced out the sandwich a bit, but like I said, I’m no fan of that fruit/vegetable/whatever. I like tomato-based products but not the thing itself. Weird texture, I think.

What it’s worth: I haven’t decided exactly how to rate sandwiches in Sandwich Week, and I may come up with something better, but I figure a good way to measure a sandwich’s excellence is to compare it with the cost. For the Chacarero Completo, I walked about a half a mile and spent $8.

The price was more than reasonable —  I am still very full and I ate the sandwich nearly two hours ago. Worth the walk, though? I’m not sure. Like I said, this was a solid sandwich, but I don’t think it was a destination sandwich. If you happen upon Barros Luco, by all means, check it out. But I wouldn’t go too far out of my way for a Chacarero Completo. It was certainly interesting, with the string beans and all, but not outstanding.

Taco Bell All-Star Legends and Celebrity Softball Game features terrifying lack of legendary tacos

This was just for fun, after all, and the way MC Hammer hacked his way through batting practice before the Taco Bell All-Star Legends & Celebrity Softball Game made you wonder whether his obliques would hold up. Thankfully, they did, and Hammer, the one-time Oakland A’s batboy and San Francisco Giants tryout hopeful, had his opportunity to play on a Major League Baseball diamond. He even got to trot around the bases after a first-inning home run.

Adam McCalvy, MLB.com.

The article lists a slew of celebrities and former baseball players that participated in the Taco Bell All-Star Legends & Celebrity Softball Game, but not a single Taco Bell Legend or Taco Bell Celebrity. Obviously the foremost Taco Bell Legend, Glen Bell, is not around to bat cleanup (RIP), but what about Joey Porter or Charles Barkley?  What about Denise, the all-time greatest Taco Bell employee? The Chihuahua? Anyone?

I hereby declare shenanigans.

Wait a minute: What?

Knicks Prez Donnie Walsh told me today that Isiah Thomas will be among Knicks GM candidates if they make a hire.

ESPN’s Chris Broussard, Twitter.

Wait a minute: What?

Look, I don’t know much about operating an NBA basketball team. In fact, there’s really only thing I’m downright certain of: Never, ever let Isiah Thomas anywhere near the controls.

And it’s not about the sexual-harassment lawsuit that cost the Knicks $11.6 million or even the time he overdosed on sleeping pills and then threw his 17-year-old daughter under the bus. I mean, yeah, those are two reasons I’d probably be leery of hiring the guy, but I’m not one for sweeping moral judgments.

I mean, holy crap, they JUST unburied themselves from all the damage the guy did while he was in charge.

Carlos Beltran saying stuff

After a rough homestand with the Reds and Braves, the Mets’ first-half ended with a flurry of good news: Beltran showed up, three Mets pitchers shut down the braves, Jerry Manuel confirmed that Angel Pagan will get the lion’s share of playing time in right field, and Jeff Francoeur was cool about it.

Cool on all counts. Frenchy becomes about a billion times more lovable as a right-handed bench bat. He mashes left-handed pitching and affords the team defensive flexibility that Chris Carter does not. All but three of Francoeur’s 6849 innings in Major League outfields have come in right, but since Pagan can play all three spots and Beltran will certainly need rest, Francoeur’s arm becomes a valuable late-inning weapon whenever the team has a big enough lead to shoulder his puny on-base percentage.

Replacing Francoeur with Beltran in the lineup massively upgrades the Mets’ offense, even if Beltran is a mere shell of his former self. Assuming Jose Reyes returns to full health soon, the Mets’ lineup should be good enough to keep the team in the pennant race regardless of if they improve their pitching.

Oh, and a fun note, for what it’s worth: Since word came down that Beltran was ready to start playing rehab games on June 22, Angel Pagan has hit .412 with a .446 on-base percentage and a .686 slugging (though he missed a few games with the oblique injury). Jeff Francoeur has hit .197 with a .234 OBP and a .295 slugging.

If you’ve read this site with any regularity you know I don’t put much stock in small samples in isolation or in assuming a player’s inherent clutchness, but it’s hard not to give it up to Pagan for distinguishing himself from Francoeur once it became clear he had to. I’m certain it’s more an effect of Pagan being the better player than Pagan stepping up under pressure, but he picked a very convenient time to announce his superiority with so much authority.

Random Saturday postgame notes

Jose Reyes said David Wright knows him better than anyone else on the team. Wright saw Reyes wince while throwing, and called Jerry Manuel out to remove Reyes from the game. According to Reyes, Wright stressed how important it was to the team for Reyes to be fully healthy for the second half. Reyes maintains that he didn’t further injure his strained oblique by playing today or this week, but said that Wright expressed concern that he might.

The good news is that David Wright is around and vigilant. The bad news is that Reyes is visibly hurt but somehow it’s up to the Mets’ third baseman to keep him out of games.

Jerry Manuel said that Reyes would be sent to the All-Star Game “with a note,” which really made it sound like it’d be pinned to Jose’s shirt by the kindergarten teacher. Adam Rubin has since Tweeted that Reyes will be out of the All-Star Game entirely, but I didn’t hear that part.

Angel Pagan has a “Retire 21” sticker in his locker. He also has an .832 OPS on the season. Jeff Francoeur is at .694.

Ruben Tejada changed lockers and is now in the spot where Ryota Igarashi used to be. Tejada’s old locker is mostly empty except a few jerseys, a couple of gloves, and a label on top that says “BELTRAN 15.” This makes me unreasonably excited. I’m pretty sure it’s the same locker Beltran had last year, for whatever it’s worth.

I wonder if Igarashi’s translator went with him to St. Lucie. I assume he did.