Are the Mets better or worse off than they were last year?

OK, that’s not a rhetorical question and it’s not one I’m fully prepared to answer yet. Allow a braindump of sorts — I’m trying to figure it out.

I’m thinking about about Bob Klapisch’s column today and a couple of things I wrote this offseason, most notably this piece that pissed a lot of people off.

Klapisch strongly suggests that Jerry Manuel and Omar Minaya will be canned after the season. I thought that should have and would have happened last year, so I’ll believe it when I see it. And obviously a lot of the Mets’ future hinges on whether it does.

The fanbase is angry right now, pitchforks and torches. The Mets are no fun to watch, and for some crazy reason we don’t even get to see the kids play every day. We watch Luis Castillo hobble and Jeff Francoeur hack instead, and we get mad. I’m with you.

But thinking about the future, are you more or less optimistic about 2011 and 2012 than you were last year at this time?

Last year we weren’t sure Jose Reyes would ever be decent or healthy again. He hasn’t had a great year, sure, and now his contract status is up in the air, but he has been pretty damn good since mid-May, once he (presumably) got up to speed.

David Wright, though, has had another weird year. Still a good year, but, like 2009, not as good as his years from 2005 through 2008. That’s an investigation for another post.

Johan Santana has been healthy and effective. It appeared he may have been getting exceptionally lucky — or something — at the beginning of the season, but he now appears to be striking out batters like he used to.

Oh, I could go on and on. You know the rest. The Mets are a year closer to getting out from under some big, bad contracts. Angel Pagan is awesome. Jon Niese looks pretty good. Josh Thole might be a serviceable Major League regular. Ike Davis has been pretty bad stats-wise as far as first basemen go, but he hasn’t entirely embarrassed himself — a decent sign for a 23-year-old rushed through the Minors.

They added the Jason Bay contract, which looks pretty terrible right about now. Bay looks like a pretty safe bet to bounce back a bit next year, but obviously that deal, with the vesting option and everything, looks like something of an albatross after the season Bay put up in Flushing.

And then there are the guys in the system. Fernando Martinez has yet to demonstrate he’s a hitting machine and shouldn’t be in the Majors, though he’s still quite young. Kirk Nieuwenhuis appears to have taken big steps forward, as has Wilmer Flores. But Reese Havens has struggled with injury and the crop of pitchers in High A ball has struggled.

I’m recapping lots of stuff you already know. So what do you think? Do the Mets, as a franchise, appear better or worse prepared to compete in the future than they did a year ago?

Calcaterra: Contract disqualification a P.R. move

He’s a lawyer, so he’d know better than me. I’ve never actually heard of a player’s contract being disqualified — at least not in those terms — before so I figured it was John Ricco pulling out some little-known MLB contract stuff he knew about from his time in the league office, but it does sound a bit too good to be true. Either way, obviously the union’s going to fight the hell out of it.

Just a bunch of K-Rod jokes

Most days I don’t miss writing The Nooner. It was a bear, and we ran out of material. The K-Rod saga makes me miss writing for The Nooner. Here are some jokes. Many of these wouldn’t have made the show. They can’t all be zingers. Some of them are reprinted here from Twitter, in case you’re not on there:

Francisco Rodriguez underwent an operation on his thumb at the Hospital for Special Surgery yesterday. The doctor struggled and almost blew it completely, but eked it out in the end then celebrated like he won the damn Nobel Prize or something.

The Mets announced that they disqualified K-Rod’s contract, presumably because it grounded its club in a sand trap.

The disqualification allows the Mets to avoid paying Rodriguez for the services he will not render for the remainder of the season. Unfortunately they have no legal grounds to disqualify Luis Castillo, Jason Bay, Oliver Perez, Jeff Francoeur, John Maine, Alex Cora or Bobby Bonilla.

The MLB players association said it will contest the move if it can muster up the energy to defend a guy who’s so obviously a jackass.

If the disqualification holds, the Mets will be able to cut K-Rod in Spring Training at the cost of only 30 days’ termination pay, or, alternately, trade him to the Oakland Raiders, where he’ll fit right in.

Meanwhile, Rodriguez faces legal trouble for hitting his girlfriend’s father, Carlos Pena. Experts agree that given Pena’s .213 batting average this year, K-Rod probably should’ve just put one over the plate. But then, he’s never had much control.

Rodriguez has been charged with third-degree assault, second-degree harassment and first-degree neckbeard.

In K-Rod’s absence, Hisanori Takahashi takes over as the guy Jerry Manuel refuses to use in tie games and critical but non-save situations. But hey, that’s baseball!

Krod!

I hope the ultimate fallout from this whole Frankie Rodriguez saga is that people start using the term “krod” as an expletive. Not K-Rod, krod. One syllable.

As in: “Krod! He’s bringing in Dessens again!” Or: “Man, he beat the krod out of that old guy!” Or: “Holy krod, why in krod’s name did they give a vesting option to a pitcher with such kroddy peripherals?”

Anyway, now Rodriguez is presumably done for the year. He gets thumb surgery, the Mets get Hisanori Takahashi closing games, and the girlfriend’s father gets to say, “you should see the other guy” when people ask him about his bruises.

The small glimmering scrap of upside — beyond the krod stuff, of course — is the hope that the Mets will be able to void the rest Rodriguez’s contract, though it seems unlikely. That would free up some money for the team to pursue free agents this offseason, though I wonder if those celebrating the possibility are giving the team too much credit.

Does anyone really think the Mets have, in a year and a half, gotten over the need for a ninth-inning reliever with the “closer” brand? It seems way more likely the Mets spend any money allotted to K-Rod on another silly contract to another closer, and quite likely one not as good as Rodriguez — albeit one less likely to fight in the family room.

I’ll allow that Takahashi could prove good enough in this audition to convince the Mets he has the elusive closer mentality and earn himself an extension — should they successfully part ways with K-Rod, of course. That’s about the best way this could play out.

Most likely, the Mets won’t be able to void K-Rod’s contract and they’ll end up with the reliever back for a super awkward year in their bullpen in 2011. I imagine that unless they’re right in the thick of a pennant race they’ll bend over backwards to make sure his ridiculous 2012 option doesn’t vest. But since they struggle to part ways with sunk cost, since K-Rod still brings actual value to the team despite his off-field problems, and since they’re almost certain to believe they need someone labeled “closer” for 2011,  he’ll probably be back.

So we’ll deal with that krod when we get there.

The Mets lineup tonight

Seriously:

SS – Jose Reyes
LF – Angel Pagan
3B – David Wright
CF – Carlos Beltran
RF – Jeff Francoeur
1B – Mike Hessman
C – Henry Blanco
2B – Luis Castillo
P – Jon Niese

OK, look: I know the Mets are facing a lefty. And I know Ike Davis, Josh Thole and Fernando Martinez don’t hit lefties well. But you want them to someday, right? I mean, that’s the idea, I think.

Resting Thole is fine because he started the last couple of days and he’s a catcher. He should play like a starting catcher from here on out — not strictly like the left-handed part of the platoon — even with Rod Barajas’ impending return. Not only should the Mets want to audition Thole for the full-time job in 2011, but it’s becoming pretty clear he’s their best option for the role anyway.

Resting Davis, Martinez and Ruben Tejada makes almost no sense. The only possibility that would make it excusable is if Davis is hurting and no one’s saying anything. Otherwise, it’s awful. Ike Davis is supposed to be a huge cog in the Mets’ future. And now you’re platooning him with Mike Hessman? What? I like Hessman as much as the next day, but you’ve got to give Ike chances to learn against lefties, especially in what’s looking like a lost season.

And if Martinez and Tejada are going to be here, they should be playing. Neither is really ready to be in the big leagues. You can’t rush players up to sit on the bench. That’s terrible.

What this looks like — and I have no inside information whatsoever, this is just guesswork — is Jerry Manuel making a last ditch effort to hold onto his job, to hell with the front-office’s effort at a youth movement. Because yeah, against lefties it’s possible Hessman, Francoeur, Castillo and Blanco actually do give the Mets a better chance at winning. It just doesn’t help them win anything in 2011.

So my completely uninformed guess would be that Manuel’s thinking he can’t get canned if the team is winning, so he’s trying everything he can do to eek out some wins. But you’d think the front office could pretty easily take care of that problem by either instructing him to play the rookies, assuring him that his job is safe, or firing him and getting it over with.

Timo Perez didn’t want to talk

I went to Binghamton on Saturday with our video producer, Jeff. We t drove up during the day, interviewed a few players, watched the B-Mets score 11 runs thanks to a brutal Reading Phillies defense, ate dinner, crashed at a HoJo’s and headed home. Quick trip.

Anyway, the most exciting part, for me, was when we took a look at the R-Phils’ (they really do call ’em that) roster posted in the B-Mets’ dugout. There among the outfielders, born in 1975, listed at 5’9″: Timo Perez.

And sure enough, there, leaning up against the batting-practice cage, no taller than 5’7″, was the familiar face of baserunning blunders past.

I grew giddy.

“We gotta get him! Dude, we’ve got to talk to Timo Perez. This is incredible!”

I didn’t even stop to think about what Timo Perez was doing there. I figured I’d ask him about his time with the Mets, and the little-heralded Matt Ginter trade that took him away, and how he was working with younger players now as an experienced veteran in something closer to a coaching role, and how he had played baseball all around the world and played in the World Series with the Mets in 2000 and won one with the White Sox in 2005.

So after the Phillies finished BP I made my way through their dugout, over a bag of batting helmets and into their tiny clubhouse where Timo Perez sat typing into his cell phone.

“Hey Timo — I’m Ted; I’m from SNY, the Mets’ TV network — you got a minute for an interview?”

“No.”

And that was that. A couple of his teammates appeared incredulous; probably most members of the Double-A Reading Phillies don’t get many media requests to reject. But Timo Perez didn’t want to talk.

It’s his right, of course.

And you know what? What an a******* I am for getting caught up thinking it’s funny, a 35-year-old former Met out in cow country trying to play his way back to the big leagues. That’s Timo Perez’s life.

I can point to his age and his .690 Major League OPS and his .663 mark in Reading this year and draw a pretty clear conclusion about what’s happening to him. But that might not be as easy to do when you’ve been playing baseball professionally for your entire adulthood.

So Timo Perez doesn’t want to chat up some grinning jackass who appears entertained by the fact that he played in the World Series five years ago and now is backing up 22-year-olds. Who could blame him?

Melvin Mora!

Maybe my favorite Baseball Show ever? Melvin Mora, like I’ve said, was one of my favorite Mets in his brief tenure with the club. Our editors had to cut the part where he talked about his five 9-year-olds for length, so I’ll just write it: He told me they always demand to come with him when he plays in New York because they know it’s the city where their dad was a postseason hero. 

The consistency dilemma

The word “consistent” gets thrown around way too often in baseball discussions, almost always as a stand in for “good.” Instead of saying a player is average or something less, we say, “he just needs to be more consistent.”

There’s enough random fluctuation in baseball that total scrubs can perform like Hall of Famers for a week. We’ve seen it countless times. And so then people say, “oh, if Jeff Francoeur could consistently hit like he did in April, he’d be an All-Star,” even though Jeff Francoeur is, in truth, about as consistent as the sun. He’s just not consistently good.

These Mets, you’ll read, are inconsistent. I mean hell, they haven’t hit in weeks. And if it isn’t one thing, it’s the other. When the pitching’s good, they don’t hit. When the hitting’s good, the bullpen melts down. When the bullpen holds it together, the defense lapses.

But I wonder if this is an instance of inconsistency or merely the way a consistently .500 ballclub appears when viewed under the microscope over the 162-game season. Sure, there have been ups and downs, hot streaks and rough stretches. More than there would be if I flipped a coin 117 times? I don’t know. I tend to doubt it.

And are these Mets not consistent with what we expected before the season? Maybe some of the individual performances aren’t, but few reasonable observers expected much more than a .500 season out of the team as a whole. I guessed 84 wins. By their Pythagorean winning percentage — based on runs scored and runs allowed — they’re on pace for 83. By their actual winning percentage they’re on pace for 80.

Sandwich of the Week: At the Park

Now that Ryan’s not around to accuse me of shillery, I can say this without fear: Citi Field has the best ballpark food in the country. Of the 50-some Major and Minor League parks I’ve visited, at least.

Most stadiums have one or two good specialty items and then all the standard fare. Citi is really the only stadium I’ve ever attended where I struggle to settle on what to order. It’s usually the tacos, but I at least consider a pair of fine sandwiches: Mama’s Special from Mama’s of Corona, and this week’s sandwich of the week. Hat tip to Eric Simon for buying me one a couple weeks ago.

The sandwich: Pulled pork sandwich from Blue Smoke, multiple locations including two inside Citi Field.

Insider tip: Go to the Blue Smoke on the Promenade level of Citi Field, even if you’re sitting on the lower level. There’s almost never a wait up there.

Bonus tip: The actual Blue Smoke restaurant in Manhattan is worth a visit because the rest of the menu that’s not available at Citi Field is excellent. Try the mac and cheese. It will get you drunk with awesomeness. And their vast selection of bourbons will get you drunk with drunkenness.

The construction: Pulled pork in barbecue sauce with pickles on a brioche bun. I also added fresh jalapenos from the toppings station.

That is, I believe, one of the most underrated aspects of the food at Citi Field — unlimited free fresh jalapenos! You could make a meal of ’em, really. That might anger the Mets, but whatever. They’re still carrying Ollie Perez.

Important background information: I know embarrassingly little about pulled pork considering how much I know about ribs. I need to bone up (no pun intended). I know that there are multiple styles of pulled pork even within the state of North Carolina, and based on the flavor I’m pretty sure the Blue Smoke pulled pork is smoked over hickory.

In other words, expect a post in not too long involving me making some pulled pork. That’s a skill set I obviously need to hone.

What it looks like:


How it tastes: I hope you know already, but if not: Tremendous. Just… wow. And look, maybe expectations are tempered a bit because it’s inside a ballpark, and maybe this would be a little disappointing if I got it at the actual Blue Smoke and it had been sitting under a heat lamp like it was. But I don’t know. It didn’t taste dried out at all.

It tasted like an explosion of smoke and meatjuice and vinegar, with sweetness from the sauce and tartness from the pickles and spiciness from the jalapenos. Damn, that’s just a hell of a sandwich. Straight up.

What it’s worth: Ten dollars is a lot for a sandwich anywhere. It doesn’t seem terribly unreasonable inside a ballpark, but I’m not going to argue that this is a ten-dollar sandwich. I mean, pulled-pork is generally expected to be inexpensive, after all, and one of the best pulled-pork sandwiches I ever ate — from a  place called Keith-A-Que off the road in Georgia — cost me a flat buck.

But still, I think relative to other ballpark food — in Citi Field or elsewhere — ten bucks isn’t a terrible deal for this sandwich. The best bargain is those tacos, of course, but the pulled-pork sandwich seems like a steal when you consider it costs about as much as two fountain sodas.

How it rates: Is this really a Hall of Fame sandwich? Hard to imagine at a ballpark, and again, I suspect my perception might be biased by lowered standards. But I have to give it a 90. As for baseball players — there just aren’t a lot of Hall of Famers from North Carolina. This can be Catfish Hunter, because I imagine this sandwich would have a sweet mustache, even if it isn’t made of Catfish and doesn’t require any hunting.