Answer the call, Mark Sanchez

Rex Ryan wants to see how Mark Sanchez looks before he settles on a starter for Sunday’s game.

My guess? Smoldering.

Again, I’ll stop posting this picture when it stops being funny, and that hasn’t come anywhere close to happening for me. This is what it looks like at 2:22 on any given afternoon on Mark Sanchez’s yacht.

Look at how sexily Mark Sanchez answers the telephone.

You think Kellen Clemens picks up the phone like that? Hardly. He probably doesn’t get to the phone in time, so the answer machine picks up, but then instead of just letting it go to the tape, he picks it up late, then drops the handset, then falls down trying to pick it up again.

Items of note

A lot of help from Repoz at the Baseball Think Factory today.

John Harper deems yesterday “Black Monday” for the Mets, details why the Mets were never really in on John Lackey or Roy Halladay, suggests that no players will come to the Mets because they suck so much, then, I think, alludes to the fact that the Mets should focus on improving their farm system. I’m with him on that last part.

Jonathan Mayo at MLB.com wrestles with the idea of allowing MLB teams to trade their draft picks. When it’s time for a new collective bargaining agreement in 2011, I have a feeling the whole draft system, and slotting system, and draft-pick compensation system is in for an overhaul.

Alex Belth pens a requiem for Hideki Matsui’s time in the Bronx, and alludes to Matsui’s massive porn collection. According to some reports, he has 55,000 adult videos, meaning he could give a way a porn tape to every single fan at a sold-out game at the new Yankee Stadium and still have enough left over to watch a different one every day for the next seven years. Simply put, Hideki Matsui rivals the Internet in porno ownership.

All sorts of things happening

Twitter is exploding right now. Honestly, go to Twitter; it’s on fire. The whole Internet will soon be engulfed in flames.

Apparently the Red Sox have closed on a five-year, $85 million deal with John Lackey and the Phillies, Blue Jays and Mariners have agreed on a deal that will send Roy Halladay to the Phillies, Cliff Lee to the Mariners and to-be-determined prospects to the Mariners.

OK, Mets fans, here it is:

Don’t panic.

It’s probably best to wait until the dust settles to figure out exactly what happened today, but on the very surface, well, I dunno. On multiple occasions I wrote why the Mets shouldn’t trade for Roy Halladay, because one year of Roy Halladay and the opportunity to sign a 33-year-old pitcher to a longterm extension at market rate did not seem worth the cost in prospects.

We don’t know yet what exactly the cost in prospects will be for the Phillies — it should be mitigated by the inclusion of Lee — nor what deal Halladay will get, but it’s safe to assume they’ll still be committing a huge sum of money to an aging pitcher. Granted, Halladay’s been something of a horse, but no one is impervious to Father Time.

Look: I know the idea of Roy Halladay on the Phillies seems terrifying. I’m scared myself. That lineup, with Halladay and Cole Hamels at the front of the rotation in 2010? Yeah, that’s not going to be easy to compete with.

But how much better is Halladay, for 2010 alone, than Lee? I don’t know. And how much better will the Phillies be for the deal if it means they sign Halladay to a contract that could ultimately be crippling?

As for Lackey: Many Mets fans, myself included, way preferred Matt Holliday to Lackey at the offseason’s outset. I still do, for that matter. The movement for Lackey mostly developed, it seems, when news surfaced last week that the Mets had made an offer to Jason Bay.

But the Mets haven’t actually signed Bay yet, and no one has signed Holliday. So there’s more waiting to be done there. Let’s see what happens before we kill the team. Remember that they don’t play games in December.

Would I have committed five years and $85 million to Lackey? Probably not. Of course, as a sabermetrically inclined baseball fan I’m contractually obligated to assume what Theo Epstein does is correct, so maybe he knows something I don’t.

And since the market for pitchers was set by the three-year, $30 million contract Randy Wolf got from the Brewers, maybe Epstein saw Lackey as something of a bargain.

Still, it seems like an awful lot of cash to commit to a pitcher who hasn’t thrown over 200 innings since 2007, however minor his injuries were. And I don’t buy the argument that he deserves A.J. Burnett money simply by being better than A.J. Burnett; Burnett is wildly overpaid.

Again, and for the millionth time: I know you’re starting to feel impatient. I feel that way too. And, as pessimistic as I am about this front office’s ability to build a perennial contender, I’m certainly not saying, “just wait and see, the Mets will be fine.”

I don’t know that’s the case. But I also don’t know that they screwed anything up by not acquiring Lackey or Halladay.

Mets sign Dutchmen, inspire hilarious translation

According to Honkbalsite.com, the Mets have signed Dutch teenagers Kevin Weijgertse and Björn Hato. Both are expected to train at the Mets’ instructional facility in the Dominican Republic starting in April, but only one is expected to have an umlaut in his name.

The  Babelfish translation of the Honkbalsite.com article is predictably hilarious. Here’s what is has to say about Weijgertse:

The third limping man finished three games for the club head village. Weijgertse to Corendon Kinheim, moved at the end of the season, where he the fixed third limping man became. In service of the Haarlemse plough the binnenvelder 39 played games with 36 limping battle (.243), fifteen scored runs and seventeen binnengeslagen points.

It’s probably a bad sign that he’s already limping, but you have to be impressed by the seventeen binnengeslagen points.

As for Hato:

Also Björn Hato (18) ended up last season for head class serum Corendon Kinheim. The binnenvelder made one’s debut on Sunday 26 April in the head power then he in the eighth collection of the game against Mr. Cocker HCAW was used as pinchrunner.

I’ll say this much, it’s pretty impressive that Babelfish knows the Dutch word for “pinchrunner.” It’s less impressive that the Mets are signing guys who are only being used as pinch runners in Dutch baseball games.

Of course, for all I know “pinchrunner” here means he somehow hit seven home runs in a game and he’s actually the Dutch Babe Ruth.

A less likely outcome

According to Alden Gonzalez at MLB.com, 21-year-old Cuban defector Aroldis Chapman will throw a side session for Major League teams tomorrow.

Chapman’s fastball has been clocked in the high 90s, and he is expected to receive a free-agent contract worth multiple millions of dollars.

That’s just the most likely outcome, though.

If this were the movies, Chapman would join the hapless and ragtag gang of sandlot players in his adopted homeland of Andorra, train them in a three-year long montage that lasts until the next World Baseball Classic, and lead them to an improbable victory over Cuba.

Smart money says he ends up on the Yanks.

Meet the new stat

Fangraphs has unleashed a new stat today, wRC+. It’s meant to replace OPS+, baseball-reference’s park- and league-adjusted version of on-base plus slugging scaled so that league-average is 100 (like IQ and the SATs).

The difference between wRC+ and OPS+ is that the former is based on wOBA, a stat described here that more accurately assesses offensive production than OPS.

Of course, as with all stats, it’s a safe bet something will come along to render this one obsolete. And I’ll probably still rely on OPS+ some because I find baseball-reference so easy to navigate and operate.

But the career wRC+ leaderboards are here. The career OPS+ leaderboards are here.

Ty Cobb is a big mover, going from 10th all-time in OPS+ to six in wRC+. Really old dudes, like Dan Brouthers and Pete Browning, drop off a lot in wRC+.

Also, wRC+ appears to suggest a slightly greater variance in players’ offensive outputs, as it lists 26 players over 160 — or 60% better than average — whereas OPS+ only lists 14.

Items of note

The legend of Johan Santana grows. I love that he comes from the mountains. One day, Johan Santana came down from the Andes to pitch in the Majors. Someday, he will return to grow coffee and continue being awesome.

The Jeremy Reed era in Flushing is over. If you’re playing at home, that makes Sean Green the only player remaining with the Mets from that massive deal last offseason.

Holy crap the Royals suck.

The Yanks cut Wang. Insert bris joke here.

Scott Olsen is returning to the Nats. Should make for some interesting off-field incidents and/or clubhouse controversy.

Fire Murray Chass. Oh, right, someone already did.

Originally published by “Duke Casanova” on The Nooner Blog, March 5, 2009.

The following format is completely unoriginal. It is a tribute to Fire Joe Morgan, which some of us think is the funniest Web site in the history of Internet. We read this piece on Mike Piazza’s bacne on Murray Chass’ blog and couldn’t help ourselves. So here goes. In keeping with FJM format, the bold words are Chass’, the others are ours.

Joel Sherman of the New York Post and I do not have any kind of relationship. We have not talked for years. There’s no need to bore you with the reasons why.

“Because I’m an old crotchety jackass and he’s a younger crotchety jackass.”

But the other day his column caught my attention. Not many of his columns do. He writes them, after all, for the New York Post.

As compared to the bastion of journalistic integrity that is MurrayChass.com.

Circumstantial evidence against Piazza is almost as strong as it is against Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens and Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa. A 62nd round draft pick in the 1988 draft and drafted only as a favor to his father, a close friend of Tommy Lasorda, Piazza wound up as the No. 1 home-run hitting catcher in major league history.

Yes, that is almost as strong as federal perjury cases, grand jury testimony, doping calendars, and receipts for steroid purchases. Because all longshot success stories must have cheated. Tom Brady? Juicehead. Cinderella? Boob job. We’ve got circumstantial evidence.

Piazza wasn’t a terrific catcher; he would have fared better as a designated hitter.

Well, except then… Oh, we won’t even get into it. Let’s just skip to the bacne.

Early in the column Sherman writes about Piazza’s acne-covered back. This was a physical feature I had always noticed with Piazza. Not that reporters spend their time in clubhouses looking at guys’ bare backs, but when a reporter is talking to a player at his locker before he puts on his uniform shirt or after he takes it off and he turns around to put something in or take something out of his locker his back is what is visible.

First of all, gross. Second, you just broke the cardinal rule, Murray Chass. Please turn in your BBWAA card immediately and let Jack Morris know that he will not benefit from your Hall of Fame vote next year. Never acknowledge checking out an indecent baseball player, ever. We thought you went to journalism school.

Now as naïve as I might have been about steroids, the one thing I knew was that use of steroids supposedly causes the user to have acne on his back. As I said, Piazza had plenty of acne on his back.

“Another thing I know about steroids is that they supposedly cause the user’s testicles to shrink. And one time in the Tigers’ clubhouse in 2000, I noticed that Bobby Higginson had some tiny testicles. Now I had never seen Higginson’s testicles before he started playing baseball so I have no idea if they shrank to that size, but hey, he had small testicles and he hit home runs. Obviously he was a steroid user.”

When steroids became a daily subject in newspaper articles I wanted to write about Piazza’s acne-covered back… But two or three times my editors at The New York Times would not allow it. Piazza, they said, had never been accused of using steroids so I couldn’t write about it. But wait, I said, if I write about it, I will in effect be accusing Piazza of using steroids and then someone will have accused him of using steroids.

This is the best logic we’ve heard since the Old Dirty [expletive] said, “I don’t have no trouble with you [expletiving] me, but I have a little problem with you not [expletiving] me.” Honestly, we have no idea how this line of reasoning didn’t work on the editors at the New York Times.

I always took the veto to stem from the Times ultra conservative ways

Ahem? (Also, you need an apostrophe there, chief. And probably a hyphen between ultra and conservative.)

but I also wondered if it maybe was the baseball editor, a big Mets’ fan, protecting the Mets.

Or doing his job.

Then all of a sudden the acne was gone… I heard a radio commercial for a product called Proactiv (cq) Solution… Piazza’s name was not on the list and his picture was missing from the group of pictures that adorned the site. So Proactiv Solution wasn’t the answer for his problem.

And since Proactiv is, as we all know, the only product on the market known to fight pimples, obviously Mike Piazza used steroids. It’s as clear as our skin was once we started using Accutane, Clearasil, Stridex and Oxy.

The conversation was aimed at eliciting if Piazza planned to play another season or would be retiring, but I also asked him about steroids.

“I don’t really think about stuff like that,” he responded. “I think in a way these investigations there’s a positive in putting the whole thing to rest. This game is very resilient. There will be a time when people will say there was an issue and they dealt with it.”

That’s probably true, but it’s going to take a really long time, because people like Murray Chass won’t shut up about Mike Piazza’s bacne.

His back is presumably clear in retirement.

We’re not so sure, Murray, and you should probably do some investigative reporting on this one.

But it was Piazza’s back that undermined Sherman’s column.

Is there video footage of that? Because Mike Piazza’s been denying rumors of his homosexuality for a long time, and it seems downright irresponsible for some unaffiliated blogger like Murray Chass to go spouting off rumors about Piazza “undermining” Joel Sherman’s “column” with his back, if that’s what they’re calling it these days.

I didn’t send an e-mail.

“Because I couldn’t figure out this newfangled thing.”

We actually feel kind of bad picking Murray Chass like this because he strikes us as a pathetic old man lashing out at something — Internet — that he still can’t wrap his head around, all while trying to come to grips with his own obsolesence on the very forum that has rendered him so. And that’s got to be tough, we get that. Tragic stuff.

But we make no pretenses to unbiased journalism, and we love Mike Piazza in a totally platonic, heterosexual way, and we couldn’t allow his good name to be sullied in this way. So Mike Piazza had bacne and then it went away. That makes him guilty of nothing more than being kind of gross.

…addendum, Friday, 10:34 a.m….

We want to go back to this line, briefly:

Piazza, they said, had never been accused of using steroids so I couldn’t write about it. But wait, I said, if I write about it, I will in effect be accusing Piazza of using steroids and then someone will have accused him of using steroids.

This might be the funniest thing we’ve ever read. We hope Chass is trying to be cutesy here, and we guess that’s his right. But if Chass — Mr. I’m-a-responsible-journalist-and-I-hate-blogs — was actually trying to pitch his stories using this type of Salem witchtrial rationale, it pretty much trivializes everything he’s ever written.

Guess what? We’ve heard that Murray Chass stomps puppies. Granted, no one’s ever accused him of that before, but guess what: We just did. Try to disprove it, Chass. The ball’s in your court.

Mets talk about their at-bat music

This is from late 2007 (as evidenced by Jeff Conine), but I’ve never seen it before. Sadly, few of the players say anything cool, but there are a couple of nuggets of Rickey Henderson-inspired awesomeness in the middle. Jeff Conine is predictably uninteresting.

David Wright likes the Beastie Boys. It’s really funny to hear David Newhan say, “gangster.”

The Pedro Feliciano part — dismissing all of it — is particularly entertaining in how boring it is. He is the most workmanlike dude imaginable. It’s kind of awesome.

One game Feliciano got out Ryan Howard, Chase Utley and Raul Ibanez on a total of six pitches or something, so I went to ask him about it, and he was just like, “yeah, that’s my job, I get lefties out.” So, trying to get something more out of him, I asked him if he got especially geared up for the Phillies with all their great lefties, and he was like, “nah, just doing my job, getting lefties out.”