Ken Rosenthal makes some good points here and the column is worth a read, but I’m not sure why people linking to it seem so surprised by the concept. Just because the media and some anonymous executives speculate that Jose Reyes is leaving does not make it a foregone conclusion.
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Sandwiches of Citi Field: Mama’s special
There was a time when the Mets’ home stadium was better known for occasional bouts of good baseball than for its vast array of delicious foodstuffs, and back then — at Shea — about the only good thing to eat was the Mama’s Special from Mama’s of Corona (or Leo’s Latticini, in its Corona locale). So I’ve got a hell of a lot of respect for the Mama’s Special, not just because I miss Shea, but because it’s the O.G. good food option at Mets games and still manages to hold up as a solid choice in spite of all the fancy food brought in with the asymmetrical fences. It’s now available at the World’s Fare Market in right field:
The Mama’s Special is pepper ham, salami and fresh mozzarella on Italian bread. It’s huge, probably big enough to split unless you’re really hungry. It comes with red roasted peppers, which I’m all for, and pickled mushrooms, which are not for me. Everything’s pretty great here; the meats are salty and tasty, the bread is fresh, and the cheese is amazing.
The one minor issue is that it’s not dressed, so if you’re not using both the peppers and the mushrooms it could end up a bit dry. I counter this by swiping a packet of the Newman’s Own oil and balsamic vinegar dressing they have in the media cafeteria, which really completes the sandwich and makes the whole thing just unbelievably delicious. I figure the dressing must be available somewhere in the stadium, but I — regrettably? — must admit I have no idea where to purchase a salad around here.
Sandwiches of Citi Field: Meatball hero
The meatball hero is available at the Cascarino’s Pizza locations throughout Citi Field. I got mine at the one in straightaway center near Beer Island or whatever it’s called. Cascarino’s makes excellent pizza, but I rarely get pizza at the park because it seems like the difference in price between pizza in the stadium and pizza outside the stadium is proportionately higher than it is with other foods.
Anyway, here’s the meatball hero:
This is a tough one for me to judge because I am — as I have mentioned here before — enormously biased toward my mother’s meatballs. In terms of meatballs that weren’t made by mom, though, these seem pretty decent. And the sauce and cheese are good. But it was pretty clear that the meatball hero had been pre-prepared and under heat for a while, and that was a too much for the bread to withstand. The sauce soaked into its crevices, rendering it soggy and the sandwich very messy — less than ideal for eating at the ballpark.
Sandwiches of Citi Field: The Double Shack
I promised a while back to review every sandwich at Citi Field. It’s a huge undertaking and one I expect could take multiple seasons. Also, you’ll have to forgive me if the reviews are shorter than the traditional Sandwich of the Week fare; I’ve got a lot of these to get through.
I’ve actually eaten a few that I just haven’t gotten around to mentioning, so I’m about to drop three on you today. First is this afternoon’s sandwich: The Double Shack from Shake Shack, out in the food court area behind center field. Here it is:
The Double Shack will cost you $9.25 and a wait on line no matter what time you get there. I eat at the Madison Square Park Shake Shack with my wife all the time but rarely stop by the Citi Field stand because I’m usually here to work or enjoy baseball, not wait in line.
But if you get to the park early enough or there’s a rain delay or the game gets out of hand, man, this is a hell of a burger. It comes on a soft potato roll with American cheese, lettuce, tomato and a very Russian-dressing like “Shack sauce,” but the clear focal point — as it should be — is the amazing meat. Usually I order the single-stack incarnation of the burger, but even the two-patty high wall of meat on the Double Shack is juicy and delicious enough to plow through in moments.
Previewing the Mets’ draft with Jonathan Mayo
A heartwarming tale
I’m on my way to Citi Field this morning for some video stuff and some watching-baseball stuff. Our man Catsmeat sent along this excellent story from the Rochester Red Wings game last night that I figured I’d share. It’s like Casey at the Bat, only with a happy ending:
So, at each Rochester Red Wings game one opposing player is designated as the “Taco Bell K-Man.” If that player strikes out, everyone in the stadium wins a free Taco Bell taco (oddly, however, the scoreboard visuals showed the K-Man in front of a Crunchwrap Supreme, which I consider false advertising but whatever. Free taco is free taco.)
Although, in my experience, the K-Man is usually a washed-up MLB player, tonight’s K-Man was Cale Iorg, son of former major leaguer Garth Iorg. Iorg comes up in the third inning for his third at-bat of the game and swings and misses at the first pitch. I am sitting in the third row behind home plate and yell “THERE’S MY HARD SHELL! NOW GO GET ME SOME SEASONED BEEF, SON!” I figure maybe I should go with this and start chanting “SEASONED BEEF! SEASONED BEEF!” and Iorg rewards my chanting with a swing and miss for strike two. The folks in my section and nearby are laughing along at this point. Not much left to put on the basic Taco Bell taco so I then turn to “LETTUCE AND CHEESE, SON! LETTUCE AND CHEESE!” as he first fouls off a pitch and then takes strike three. The crowd, who has been so supportive of the efforts, raise a cheer for our newly won tacos.
As Iorg walks back to the dugout from the plate, he looks straight at me with a big smile on his face and shakes his head. Timo Perez, who is on deck, also cracks a smile as he walks to the plate. I also smile, because I have part of tomorrow’s lunch squared away.
Beautiful. It has all the elements of my favorite stories: people named Garth, seasoned beef, and Timo Perez.
Of course, this is not the first we’ve heard of this taco-related Minor League promotion. Recall that Nelson Figueroa once won tacos for a whole section of fans and acknowledged it, and that Brandon Phillips steadfastly refused to provide tacos to one hungry college student.
Taco Bell rules. I’ll be back with more soon.
Crowdsourcing my job
Hey, remember this video segment and the couple like it before it, in which I ask random non-baseball questions of various Mets? We’ll probably shoot another one of those today. And I’ve got some random questions in mind, but you’re all creative, funny people, and maybe you’ve got some interesting questions you’d like to ask the Mets. So come at me with ’em. Comment below, or e-mail them to me if you’re bashful.
It’s a family show (that happens to be sponsored by a casino) so they’ve got to be reasonably PG. Fire away.
I’d go with: ‘It sucked.’
I don’t know how to describe (the 7th inning). I’m sick of trying to describe 7th innings.
Another brutal loss for the Mets last night, and Collins sounded about at his wit’s end afterward — promising change but failing to provide specifics.
So here’s an idea, one that likely won’t change much but will at least shake things up a bit and give the club a bit of much-needed lefty power: How about get Lucas Duda on the team?
Duda went 3-for-3 with two home runs, a double and a pair of walks in Buffalo last night, so this might sound a bit reactive. But if you’ve been reading this blog with any regularity you know I’ve been on this for a while. Some might argue Duda should be playing every day somewhere since he’s young and presumably still developing. But Duda is 25 — hardly a baby — and now has 100 games’ worth of absolutely raking Triple-A pitching on his resume.
Collins can find Duda some at-bats at first base and, until someone figures out what has happened to Jason Bay, in left field. And since Duda may never turn out to be a Major League regular, it behooves the Mets to determine how he can succeed in part-time duty in the big leagues anyway.
Willie Harris has been on the team all season because, we assume, he hits left-handed and is a versatile defender. But Harris has a miserable .539 OPS against right-handed pitchers in 2011. Small samples still abound, of course, but it’s not like Harris’ career .688 mark in that split is enough to hang on to him with confidence he’ll start mashing right-handers soon.
Plus, though Harris’ versatility has come in handy these last few days with Jose Reyes out, the Mets have plenty of guys to play every position Harris handles. Justin Turner, Daniel Murphy and Nick Evans can play third. Ruben Tejada, Turner and Murphy can play second. Angel Pagan, Scott Hairston and Jason Pridie can play center.
And Harris is 33 and unlikely to play a meaningful role in the Mets’ future. With this season looking increasingly like one best served for assessing future contributors, the Mets might as well take the opportunity to see how Duda’s mighty Triple-A bat plays when given ample Major League chances. When he is in the lineup, he will provide them some much-needed power. When he’s on the bench, he’ll serve as the credible lefty pinch-hitter they’ve lacked for most of the season.
Du it.
(Sorry.)
This photo of Cole Hamels: Embarrassing?
Paul passed along this photo of Cole Hamels. What do you think?
On one hand, that shirt’s ridiculous. On the other, Affliction shirts are pretty much the official off-field t-shirt of Major League Baseball, and I’m really in no position to judge what the kids are into these days. And while every picture of Cole Hamels is reasonably embarrassing, I think it’s important to maintain a pretty high standard for the Embarrassing Pictures of Cole Hamels archive.
But I’ll let you decide.
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Apparently the Mets don’t hit home runs anymore
The Mets, you may have heard, have gone 10 straight games without a home run, their longest such drought since disco.
It’s mostly randomness. The Mets, a collection of Major League hitters not even hitting poorly, have not suddenly lost the ability to put the ball over the fence. It will happen eventually, and probably pretty soon.
Some factors that don’t help: They’ve played a bunch of games at cold Wrigley and big Citi Field. And their lineup, with David Wright and Ike Davis out, contains a bunch of guys that don’t hit many home runs.
Really the only power hitters the Mets are starting with any regularity are Carlos Beltran and Jason Bay, and it’s pretty much laughable to consider Bay a power hitter right now. And that’s, ahh, that’s worrisome. Man… Jason Bay.
So in other words, I guess, this is all Carlos Beltran’s fault.



