As of Saturday morning, it looked as if David Wright was heading to the disabled list with a broken pinkie and the Mets were going to shift Daniel Murphy to third base in his absence. That would mean, if you agree with the editorial thrust of this site, two items of bad news very early in a Mets season otherwise rife with unfamiliar positivity.

But then Wright, who couldn’t even grip a bat on Friday, showed up Saturday all like, “nah, I’m good,” and required exactly one pitch from Vance Worley to show the world he wasn’t kidding.

Wright is, at 29, the team’s all-time leader in offensive WAR and total bases. He is second in batting average, third in OPS, second in runs scored, second in RBI, third in hits and fourth in home runs.

Whenever Wright leaves, he will depart either arguably or definitely the best position player in Mets’ history. And he’s the type of dude who plays through broken backs and broken pinkies — the guy who, according to Terry Collins, was eager to pinch-run last week when he couldn’t do anything else with his swollen finger bandaged up. And he turns the other cheek when the owner of the team rips him in the New Yorker, and says nothing when the club opens up a park that seems expressly designed to sap him of his extra-base power.

Wright set an absurdly high standard in 2007 and 2008, failed to match it despite solid seasons in 2009 and 2010, then endured an injury-riddled and merely OK 2011.

But, though every small-sample-size caveat applies, Wright’s season-opening hot stretch provides the dwindling legion of Mets fans still rooting for the Face of the Franchise with some hope he can return (or has already returned!) to being the MVP-caliber player he was a few years ago.

And I could try to draw all sorts of big-picture conclusions about what that would mean for Wright’s rumored contract-extension talks and the team’s chances in 2012, but it all really boils down to this: That would be cool.

We talked about this on the podcast some but I wanted to hash it out here for those who don’t listen. And this post could be rendered useless as soon as this afternoon if the Mets determine that David Wright can play through his pinkie fracture. But if Wright needs a stint on the disabled list, Terry Collins should not move Daniel Murphy to third base in Wright’s absence, as he has suggested.

I write this realizing that Murphy has not looked good at second in most of the season’s first six games, and that keeping him there and using Ronny Cedeno or Justin Turner at third would mean playing two infielders at relatively unfamiliar positions when simply switching them would make both more comfortable and save the team runs in the short term.

And if the Mets were six games into a season in which they looked likely to compete for a division title or Wild Card berth, where they should be scrapping for wins every game, the move would make sense. But this is not that type of year, and if the team was content to open the season with Murphy at second, six games should not be enough evidence to change anyone’s mind.

Collins’ job is to make the most of the guys he has, so any inclination on his part to move Murphy to third makes sense. But since Wright’s injury does not seem to be (wood knocked, fingers crossed) a long-term thing, the Mets will need to find someplace to play Murphy when Wright returns. That most likely means a return to second base for Murph, only with a couple weeks away from the position and perhaps — for whatever it’s worth — some doubts about his team’s confidence in his ability to handle the position.

Even if it means sacrificing some runs in the short term, the Mets should make it clear to Murphy that he’s their second baseman no matter what happens. That means keeping him there while Wright’s out and using Turner or calling up Zach Lutz to play third, understanding that while it may not be the best thing for the Mets’ chances on April 13, it is almost certainly best for their chances in August, and in 2013.

El Verano Taqueria has quesadillas this year. From the tasting event, I thought they would only be available in beef, but then I got there and there were pork, chicken and veggie quesadillas available too. I panicked and picked the carnitas, because in times of doubt I always choose the option that provides the most pork.

(For the purposes of this pursuit, by the way, I’m calling a quesadilla a sandwich. I’m not sure it is one, but since the Sandwiches of Citi Field series is not aimed at reaching a definition of a sandwich but at reviewing as many ballpark food options as possible, I’m liberal with the term.)

It comes with a lime crema for dipping and looks like this:

It’s pretty good, though not spectacular. The cheese is smooth and melty, salty but not overwhelmingly sharp, and the pork is tender. Since it’s just melted cheese and pork inside a pressed tortilla, though, the thing is pretty greasy. The strongest flavor comes from the lime crema, which is tasty on its own but strong enough in its tartness that it’s not clear it really goes with the quesadilla.

Which is a little disappointing, because the regular carnitas tacos from El Verano Taqueria remain about my favorite thing available at Citi Field. It’s still a solid quesadilla, though.

Everything about that game — especially the news about David Wright that came down during the middle of it — sucked hardcore. The good news is that it’s one game. The bad news is that Wright’s out for longer than that.

We should get a sense of how long soon, but for now we should probably prep for a few weeks of people who are not David Wright at third base and hope to be pleasantly surprised if he shows up before then. I really have no idea. How long do fractured pinkies take to heal?

Also, did you catch the replay of the slide-back-to-first in question? Guy broke his finger and didn’t even wince.

And then there’s this. Not the best night for the Mets’ defense. Neither of these men has the baseball or appears to know where it is:

Ruben Tejada is sweet, at least. I’ll be back here in the morning, rested and regrouped. Santana and Strasburg tomorrow. The best thing about baseball season is there’s always more baseball tomorrow.

Unless there’s a travel day or the season’s over, but you know what I’m saying. Back off bro.