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Here we go:

Cold. I know people have strong opinions on this, but for a lobster roll I prefer lobster salad — the mayonnaisey kind. I think I’m not the best judge of lobster, though, because I am scarred in all sorts of ways from working a couple of summers in a wholesale/retail lobster market. Part of that job entailed dumping crates of lobsters into huge vats of boiling water, maybe 200 at a time, and I think hot lobster evokes more of the odd guilt that arises when I consider how many crustaceans I’ve massacred.

Also, I may have shared this before but I can’t remember: Working at a giant lobster market seems like a fun and funny summer job, but it is harder than you could even imagine to get the smell off you. I used to come home and shower with four different soaps and really scrub myself down. I remember one night I was going to the movies with a girl I liked, so I did absolutely everything I could to eradicate the stench of hot lobster and fish from my body. I’m talking showering for like a half hour, deodorant, a little cologne, everything. And then, putting popcorn into my mouth, I smelled it on my hands. Awful. I reeked all summer.

So my relationship with lobster is kind of complicated, I guess.

Too many to count. I think people assume that because I tend to be patient and perhaps a bit reflective on this blog that I’m the same way in real life, and it’s really not the case. I get fired up pretty easily, and when the Mets are losing most of my workdays begin with a several-minute-long profanity-laced rant to anyone who will even pretend to listen about things the Mets did the previous night. If someone comes and interrupts me I usually challenge him to a fight. It’s really only once I get that all out that I can take a breath, think things over and write mild-mannered posts about how there’s no way the Mets really suck this much.

Man, you’re asking the wrong guy. I’ve been to a Peoria Chiefs game in 105-degree heat, I’ve driven 200-plus miles to go see games at RFK Stadium, I went to Olympic Stadium in its last miserable days. The only justification I’ve ever needed to buy a ticket for a baseball game is that there’s a baseball game. Baseball is the thing I save up money for.

Of course, I realize I’m something of an outlier, and it’s easy for me to say now that I have a press pass that gets me in free. Obviously Mets fans have plenty of good reasons for not showing up lately: The economy stinks, just about every aspect of going to a game is pretty expensive, the weather has been bad. But mostly, I suspect, it’s the team.

The Mets are coming off two losing seasons and two miserable finishes before that. It’s a huge market and there are plenty of people, I suspect, who would shoulder the financial lode and pony up cash for tickets if they thought the team had a better-than-even-money chance of winning. It’s going to take time and a lot of wins for them to convince the masses that they do.

Things that are happening two and a half weeks deep into the 2011 Major League Baseball season

Here are some things that are happening in baseball:

Carlos Lee is tied for the National League lead in triples.

Macier Izturis, who came into the season with a career 92 OPS+, has a 183 OPS+.

Brian Roberts, the Orioles’ leadoff hitter, is on pace for more than 140 RBIs despite an on-base percentage below .300.

Jeff Francoeur has a .352 on-base percentage and a .508 slugging, exactly the same marks he had after 16 games last season.

Albert Pujols, who has a .424 career on-base percentage, has a .288 on-base percentage.

A.J. Pierzynski has struck out only once in 56 plate appearances.

Juan Pierre, a lifetime 75% basestealer, has been caught stealing more times than he has stolen a base.

Indians pitchers have yielded a collective 1.125 WHIP, a better rate than Greg Maddux posted in his career.

Mets pitchers have yielded a collective 1.616 WHIP, a worse rate than Oliver Perez posted in his time with the team.

Oakland starter Gio Gonzalez has allowed 12 walks in 19 innings, but only allowed one run so far — on a solo home run by Ryan Langerhans.

CC Sabathia hasn’t won a game yet. AJ Burnett hasn’t lost a game yet. Burnett has thrown twice as many wild pitches as anyone else in baseball.

 

Parnell apparently hurt

Apparently Bobby Parnell is struggling with numbness in the middle finger of his throwing hand, which probably explains his struggles this season better than the old “not cut out for New York” argument that has somehow reared its head.

Terry Collins didn’t say what the Mets would do, but with Jason Bay going 4-for-4 with two home runs in his rehab start tonight, it seems like a safe bet the outfielder is ready to go. And since the Mets should be about as desperate for Jason Bay as any team ever has been, it wouldn’t be surprising if Parnell is placed on the DL and Bay activated before tomorrow’s game. Bay was initially supposed to be back Thursday.

The other thing: A bunch of Mets fans seem really eager to show Scott Hairston the door, and I certainly hear that. He has looked awful at the plate and underwhelming in the field. The last time I said a guy needed more time he got cut (specifically: today), but I have to figure the Mets will have a longer leash with Hairston. Unlike Brad Emaus, Hairston has years of experience to show he can be a capable if unspectacular part-time outfielder. Cutting him because of 28 miserable plate appearances (again) seems a bit rash.

Terry Collins suggested Hairston is trying too hard to hit home runs with the Mets struggling like this, and Hairston agreed that was probably the case. The first step is admitting you have a problem, so maybe he’ll snap out of it. Of course, he struggled for almost all of 2010 too. So there is that.

Dumbstruck

I am dumbstruck. I am rendered silent by astonishment. If these Mets sucked any harder, they would… I can’t even come up with anything clever. They sucked really hard tonight.

And look: No one needs to remind me it’s early, and 17 games, you know, whatever. 0-1 in an NFL season. A bunch of these players can’t perform this poorly all year. There’s a whole ton of randomness at play. I get all that. I still don’t believe in any rational part of my mind that the Mets are going to lose 120 games like so many nabobs only-half-jokingly say.

But man, they’re getting harder and harder to defend. Scott Hairston makes Jeff Francoeur look like, I don’t know, someone who can actually hit a little. Tim Byrdak makes Pedro Feliciano look like Lefty Grove. Chin-Lung Hu is getting pinch-hit at-bats with runners on base.

When they hit, they don’t pitch. When they pitch, they don’t hit. On the rare occasion they both hit and pitch, they don’t play defense or run the bases. It’s  miserable.

Hell, it’s one thing when you lose to a hot Rockies team while Troy Tulowitzki is homering every time he even looks at the ball. It’s one thing when you can say, “Oh, well Josh Johnson, that’s one of the best pitchers in baseball.” It’s quite another when you’re embarrassed at the hands of the Astros.

I’m overreacting, I know. But I’m about to go downstairs and hear Terry Collins try to rationalize this one, again, try to say the Mets are better than this and insist the Mets will eventually win games. And it’s just getting boring.

Not the baseball games themselves; those are never boring. Just the whole routine. I’m bored of trying to convince Mets fans that the team doesn’t suck when nearly everything it has done on the field so far suggests otherwise.

I probably won’t stop. I’m just not really up for it tonight. At least Carlos Beltran is still totally sweet.

Robot to throw out first pitch in Philadelphia

That’s right, a robot. Bah. I’ve seen machines that can throw strikes before, specifically at just about every batting cage*. Call me when someone makes a robot that can hit.

Also, almost no chance the robot doesn’t get booed and/or vomited on.

*- But not every single batting cage. Hitting in a batting cage happens to be one of my very favorite activities so I’ve been to quite a few, and sometimes they’re just all over the place. One time at a place in Westchester I actually got beaned.

Clone army scenario

In some sort of vague follow-up to the Army of McGwires scenario much-discussed in this space, I polled Twitter earlier this afternoon about which Met readers would clone if they had to field a team of 25 of one guy.

There were a ton of votes for a slew of guys, from Tsuyoshi Shinjo to Bobby Bonilla to Joe McEwing to George “the Stork” Theodore, all of which would be entertaining for certain.

The clear winner was Johan Santana, presumably for his athleticism, followed by Ike Davis because everyone knows he can pitch. Carlos Beltran, R.A. Dickey and David Wright got a couple votes each, and several people voted for Justin Turner, apparently excited about the redhead’s first day back with the club.

Three people ironically voted for Jeff Francoeur.

Problem with both Santana and Davis is that they throw left-handed, which would make for a good deal of awkwardness at every infield position besides first. A healthy Santana, you’d figure, could compensate some with great range, but Davis would likely be something of a nightmare in the middle infield.

Shockingly, only one person voted for my choice: Jose Reyes. Reyes, I figure, has the athleticism to play anywhere on the field and the arm strength and accuracy to succeed as a pitcher. The Reyeses wouldn’t score as many runs as a team of David Wrights, but they’d likely prevent more.

Plus, think of the dancing! Imagine the handshakes a clone army of Jose Reyeses could come up with. It’d be amazing for their fans and infuriating for everyone else.

Usually I don’t like to include polls after I’ve already shared my opinion, but I figure you’re all smart people who can think for yourselves. So let’s hear it:

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Or they could do that

Remember what I said this morning about how Brad Emaus should get plenty of opportunities to prove his merit as a Major Leaguer? Forget all that. The Mets have DFA’d him and called up Justin Turner from Triple-A.

Seems like sort of a knee-jerk move to me. We’ll see if the Blue Jays don’t want Emaus and he can pass through waivers, but it’s hard to figure why 42 plate appearances would be enough to give up on a guy to whom they were willing to hand the starting second-base job not even a month ago.

Like I said during Spring Training, Turner has done more than Emaus ever did in the Minors and is probably a better hitter right now. The move likely improves the Major League roster, it’s just not great for organizational depth. If the Mets’ front office concluded Emaus is never going to be any sort of Major League contributor, then yeah, might as well send him packing. But it’s unclear why 16 games, no matter how bad Emaus looked, would convince them of that if Spring Training didn’t.

Anyway, the good news is this paves the way for the Murphman-Turner Overdrive scenario I suggested back in November. Turner and Daniel Murphy, in a platoon, should combine to hit like a pretty good second baseman. If they can cut it defensively, they represent a pretty big upgrade over Luis Castillo and some of the dreck the Mets have trotted out to second base over the past few years.

¿Quien es el Gocho?

If you follow Johan Santana on Twitter — which you should, because it’s Johan Santana — you may have noticed that he recently changed the “name” part of his profile to say “El Gocho believe it!”

Santana also has “El Gocho” embroidered in script on his glove.

So what does it mean? Technically it comes from a word for pig. But a brief Internet search reveals that it was the nickname of former Venezuelan President Carlos Andres Perez, and that it is Venezuelan slang for a native of the Andean parts of Venezuela from which Santana hails. In fact, by this list Santana is the only active Major Leaguer from Merida, Tachira or Trujillo, the nation’s Andean states. He comes from Tovar, a town of about 33,000 in Merida.

The term “Gocho” has its own page on the Spanish-language Wikipedia, and using Google Translate reveals it is at least vaguely controversial. Some people believe it has a derogatory connotation and suggests that Andean Venezuelans are less sophisticated than their urban compatriots. Others claim to say it with love.

I guess a decent comp in American English would be the word “hick,” since plenty of people use it dismissively while others proudly self-identify as hicks. Santana probably uses it with a touch of irony, since he’s undoubtedly a smart dude, and you’ve got to be pretty sophisticated to pull off a vest like that.

Another fun fact revealed from a Johan Santana-related Wikipedia tangent? Santana was discovered and signed by Astros scout Chance Partin, the brother-in-law of Cheech Marin.

Feeble-minded Greg Maddux?

My thing is, any time that gets brought up, the misperception is, “This guy’s a head case” or, “There’s something wrong with him.” I know that two guys that Harvey talked to were Greg Maddux and Roy Halladay. There’s not anybody in baseball — that knows baseball — that can say those guys are head cases. I’m not saying we were talking about the same things. But even those guys, I think they understood the value of having somebody around like that.

Mike Pelfrey.

Nice job by Adam Rubin at ESPN New York, chatting with Pelfrey about the way psychology is stigmatized in sports. As I’ve said before: Pelfrey admitted to seeing a psychologist to combat that stigma, and his reward is that every time he struggles we all assume it’s because he’s crazy. To me, I don’t know, his willingness to put himself out there seems like it would take a damn good deal of confidence and stability.