Sandwich of the Week

Let’s get right into it.

The sandwich: Roast Pork Special from Shorty’s on 9th Ave. between 41st and 42nd in Manhattan.

The construction: Thin-sliced roast pork and broccoli rabe with sharp provolone on French bread, served with au jus.

Important background information: This is the second pork cheesesteak I’ve had. The first made the Hall of Fame. It’s a great concept: Pork is delicious, but the only thing that might hold it back on sandwiches is its toughness. Slicing it thin combats the chewiness associated with poorly prepared thick-cut pork chops.

Shorty’s provides the option of sharp or mild provolone. I chose sharp, because subtlety is for chumps and suckers. This… well, more on this to follow.

What it looks like:

How it tastes: Oh my sodium.

I started by pouring about half of the au jus over the sandwich, which might have been my mistake. Between the pork, the au jus, the provolone and whatever the broccoli rabe was cooked in, biting into this thing felt like plowing face first into a giant wall of salt. Still tasty, I should say, but so, so salty.

When I thought about it, I could pick up other flavors: Garlic, oregano, and some of the sharpness of the Parmesan. But tasting the broccoli rabe required either a great deal of focus or separating the vegetable from the rest of the sandwich. That’s a shame, as broccoli rabe is both an underrated and underutilized sandwich topping. Here, its natural flavors were almost entirely obscured by much more aggressive tastes.

Like our man Karl Welzein — referenced here in the last Sandwich of the Week as well — I appreciate bold flavors. But a sandwich needs to be more than a ferocious onslaught of powerful tastes, lest the palate be overwhelmed. A delicate balance must be achieved.

People watch action movies for the massive explosions and white-knuckle chase scenes, but if a movie were just a 120-minute long, mega-budget action sequence, it’d probably get boring no matter how many things blew up. I fear this sandwich drifted into Michael Bay territory.

Meh, that’s a bit too harsh. The pork was tender and juicy, the bread was fresh, and the sandwich-eating experience as a whole was an enjoyable one. It’s a fine sandwich. It’s just disappointing, since all the elements here should add up to a great sandwich.

What it’s worth: It cost $10. It was a decent-sized sandwich, but I wouldn’t call it a bargain at that rate.

How it rates: 72 out of 100.

 

 

New look (if you don’t check MetsBlog or TheJetsBlog or SNYRangersBlog or GiantsFootballBlog)

If you haven’t noticed, this site looks a little different this afternoon thanks to the work of Adam Rotter and Matt Cerrone. We’re still working out a couple of the kinks that are particular to a non-team specific blog like this one — for one, removing the byline from every post. But for now the change should fix some of the problems several of you have reported loading the site in Internet Explorer.

Tilting at windmills

The question then becomes how long a wild-card series should be. Costas predicted the adoption of a one-and-done playoff over a three-game series because that would be television’s preference — ensuring two games every season modeled on the storied playoff game of 1978 (Yankees-Red Sox) as opposed to the three-game version of 1951 (Giants-Dodgers).

“Here’s the difference,” Costas said. “Those games came after 162 games and were the result of a dead heat. They were not contrived like these would be.”

A best-of-three series would also require the survivor to extend its pitching staff by having to play at least twice, thereby making it that much more challenging for a wild-card team to win the World Series. Under those terms, this weekend’s series in Boston would be well worth the hype.

Harvey Araton, N.Y. Times.

It sure sounds like Major League Baseball’s going to add a second Wild Card, so this feels a bit like tilting at windmills now. Plus I should add that even as a teenager I disliked the idea of a grand change to baseball’s playoff system in 1994. For all my pretense toward open-mindedness, I’m pretty stodgy at heart.

But indulge me. Say for the sake of argument that there were a second Wild Card and a one-game playoff in 2011, and season ended with the teams in the exact positions they are right now.

In the American League, the Yankees would be rewarded for being eight games better than the Angels over a 162-game season by having to beat the Angels in a one- or three-game series. Nevermind that the Yankees play in the toughest division in baseball and are seven games better than the AL West-leading Rangers and 9.5 up on the AL Central-leading Tigers, it doesn’t seem at all fair to force them to assert their dominance over the Angels in a short series (or single game!) that could easily be decided by randomness when they’ve already shown it over the much larger sample.

Granted, since the start of divisional play there are tons of examples where teams with better records have been excluded from the playoffs in favor of those that managed only to be better than the dreck in their division, plus it’s not like a full seven-game series is enough to show for sure that one team is superior to another.

And I guess the most important thing to keep in mind is that it’s not really about fairness. Not to sound cynical, but presumably Bud Selig has at his disposal an army of accountants showing the ways in which adding a Wild Card would be financially best for the teams and the game.

This is happening whether I like it or not, so I suppose it’s time I get used to the idea. I imagine in time there’ll be seasons made more exciting by the change and seasons made less exciting, it’ll all balance out and eventually I’ll just accept it as the way it is instead of focusing so much on the way it once was.

Your thoughts?

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Judge not the ketchup eaters

Yesterday’s hot-dog condiment poll is getting bumped off the front page by this post about yesterday’s hot-dog condiment poll. Here’s what the results look like as of right now:

As you can see from the bold, italicized choices there, I put mustard, ketchup and relish on my hot dogs.

That’s right, ketchup. Come at me. 50% of readers surveyed will back me up.

You know what’s funny? I never even knew people judged others for eating ketchup on hot dogs until Gary Cohen said something about it to Keith Hernandez during the SNY broadcast from the right-field deck a couple weeks ago. I knew it happened in Chicago, but I figured that for an isolated regional peculiarity.

For all I know, all these years my friends and family have been silently looking down upon me as I spread ketchup on my hot dogs.

And you know what? If that’s the case, f@#$ ’em.

It’s mustard, ketchup and relish. The Lithuanian flag, right there atop my hot dog. Like I said in the post that inspired the post that inspired this post, the hot dog is a condiment conduit. Load that bastard up with what you like and don’t take any guff from anyone for it. Yeah, I might think gooping a hot dog with mayo seems pretty gross, but when you get right down to it so are hot dogs, and if you like your hot dog in the Chilean Completo style, it’s a free country, brother.

Also, while we’re on the topic of things people eat on hot dogs that they might be judged for: Doritos. It sounds crazy but it’s delicious. Next time you’re at a barbecue and there’s a bowl of Doritos out, grab a couple, crunch them up and spread ’em out over your hot dog. Trust me on this one. Cool Ranch if possible.

 

 

Why it kind of matters

Maybe Alex Rodriguez played in a card game where poker pros and Hollywood big shots had fist fights over $500,000 debts while snorting cocaine off of their chip stacks.

Maybe he didn’t.

Either way, who cares?

Jim Rich, N.Y. Daily News.

I get what Rich is saying here, and I understand all the bluster over Major League Baseball investigating this after not reacting particularly strongly to the rash of drunk-driving arrests that plagued the sport in the Spring. Drunk driving puts innocent lives at risk, and playing poker risks only money.

But keep in mind that all A-Rod has endured so far for his poker playing is a bit of media sanctimony (plus whatever losses he took at the hands of shrewd cardsharks like Tobey Maguire). The league absolutely should investigate its players’ participation in high-stakes gambling, because it’s the league’s job to maintain the integrity of the sport.

Poker is a fun hobby for many of us, and apparently for A-Rod too. And lord knows he has the type of resources to cover pretty substantial losses without resorting to anything nefarious. But if he’s really involved with the type of people who send “thugs” to games to shake down players, MLB needs to at least look into it — if not for fear that A-Rod would end up intentionally altering on-field outcomes, then to put out the ol’ Marlo Stanfield my-name-is-my-name message to players around the league.

And I know it sounds almost ridiculous to think that players could throw games in this day and age, but gambling is a massive and still-shady industry and it allegedly impacted the NBA as recently as four years ago.

Pascucci Watch 2K11 continues quietly

Hey Ted, how’s the Pascucci watch 2011 coming? It looks like he’s having another great year. Anything you can blog about?

– Wayne, via email.

I hoped the departure of Carlos Beltran was going to mean a big-league call for Val Pascucci, in what would have to be the most bittersweet TedQuarters moment imaginable. Nearly every position player the Mets had in Triple-A who was on the 40-man roster was either hurt or still within a 10-day window of being sent down, and the team has room on the 40-man and can make more by moving Ike Davis to the 60-day DL.

But alas, they called on the only position player in Triple-A who was healthy, on the 40-man and eligible to come up: catcher Mike Nickeas.

Meanwhile, Pascucci just keeps crushing the ball. The 6’6″ masher is rocking a .282/.393/.515 line, alarmingly similar to his career Triple-A mark of .277/.396/.515. The guy is as regular as… I don’t know, a quartz clock? Someone with an extremely high fiber diet?

So yeah, Wayne: Pascucci Watch continues. But I don’t know what more anyone has to see. The guy destroys Triple-A pitching, and no one seems eager to find out if he can do the same in the Majors. He apparently isn’t much one for defense, he strikes out a bunch, and he’s 32. Soon enough, the window will close.

September is coming, and the Mets don’t have many obvious candidates for call-ups that aren’t already on the 40-man. Throw the guy a bone, huh?

Growing pains

I spotted Josh Thole playing catch before Tuesday night’s game using a regular fielder’s glove, so I asked him about it. He dismissed it as something he used for fun in warm-ups and said he didn’t think it helped or hurt or affected his catching at all. So no story there.

Thole called his defense “a work in progress.” “There are growing pains,” he said. “But it’s coming along.”

After an encouraging 2010 campaign, Thole’s work behind the plate in 2011 has shown more growing pains than progress. Until recently, he struggled to throw out basestealers. He sometimes appears to stab at or try to backhand pitches in the dirt, rather than block them with his body. He leads the league in passed balls, though part of that is due to being charged with handling R.A. Dickey’s knuckleballs every fifth day.

Citing batters who claim that swinging at a knuckleball screws with their timing against conventional pitchers, I asked Thole if he thought catching the knuckleball might affect his handling of the rest of the staff.

“Not at all,” he said. “The stance is a bit different, but it’s all the same thing.”

So nothing there, either.

Defense is tough to quantify, especially behind the plate. Beyond the Boxscore takes crack at it by assigning run values to catchers’ errors, passed balls, wild pitches allowed, and stolen-base rates relative to the league averages. As of July 19, Thole ranked 91st of 94 big-league catchers in 2011.

Granted, part of that is because he serves as Dickey’s personal catcher, a task that inflates his number of passed balls and wild pitches allowed. Also, Thole has thrown out a handful of runners in the past week, and since the stolen-base rate stat inherently deals in relatively small numbers, the recent run of success is probably enough to lift him up a bit in that category.

And it’s worth noting that in 2010, Thole’s defense rated as above average by the same methodology. It seems likely that the fluctuation has more to do with the innate finicky-ness of defensive metrics than Thole actually getting worse, and his actual level of ability behind the plate — by stats or otherwise — lies somewhere in between: passable, but not great. His struggles this season, though real, have not come with such an alarming frequency to forebode further or worse problems moving forward; even struggling, he is within the range of Major League catchers

There’s more to catching than blocking balls and throwing out runners, but for as much as pitchers talk about their batterymates’ game-calling, it’s difficult to find any evidence that any one catcher is better at it than any other. It seems possible and even likely that some catchers work better with some pitchers, but if you look at teams’ ERA splits by catchers from year to year, you’ll see there’s no real pattern to it.

Pitchers throwing to Thole in 2011 have yielded a slightly higher ERA (4.14) than pitchers throwing to Ronny Paulino (3.94), but Thole boasted a better catcher’s ERA than Rod Barajas in 2010 and the memorable Brian Schneider/Omir Santos tandem in his small sample in 2009. It’s not a stat worth investing much time or space in (whoops).

Offensively, Thole has also taken a step backwards this year after a promising half-season in 2010. Though he has not completely collapsed, his numbers are down across the board in 2011.

Still, the largest possible body of evidence for Thole — 166 games now — shows a 24-year-old catcher with a career .271/.350/.347 hitting line. That’s a hair better than the league-average .243/.315/.380 mark for Major League backstops in 2011.

Thole hits for almost no power, so he’ll never maintain that aspect of the Mets’ catching tradition. But there’s a lot to show he can hit like at least an average big-league catcher, if not a touch better. He’s 24, after all, so he’s probably still improving.

Around the trade deadline, talk spread that the Mets could be looking to upgrade behind the plate, and it seems likely the same discussion will resurface this offseason. And indeed, Thole is not now and does not look apt to ever be a great catcher on either side of the ball, so it’s a position at which the Mets could feasibly improve.

But Thole is young, under team control through 2016, and a left-handed hitter — especially valuable at a position that demands some form of time-share. So I question the logic of dedicating much of the team’s offseason resources to a spot at which it has what appears to be a viable and inexpensive if unspectacular Major Leaguer. Not when they have a shortstop to re-sign and need pitching help like they do.

I’d chalk up Thole’s 2011 to growing pains, like he said. Sometimes it’s difficult to stay patient through the struggles, but it’s important to remember that not every young player hits the big leagues and starts consistently producing like David Wright did. There’s a growth curve, and Thole should still be on the front side. This is what this season is for.

 

What goes on your hot dog?

There was some debate in the comments section yesterday, so I figured I’d survey a larger group. I only included the toppings that come for free at Nathan’s, since that seemed like a good general barometer. Obviously there’s no limit to the things people can and do put on hot dogs, but you can’t find cream cheese and Sriracha at your standard street-corner hot-dog cart, no matter how delicious that sounds. I left off chili and cheese because they cost extra, and because when you get chili and cheese on your hot dog it alters which other condiments you choose. Check all that apply.

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Carlos Beltran arrives in the Giants’ clubhouse

What follows is fiction, obviously.

House of Pain’s “Jump Around” blares from an iPod dock in the visitors’ clubhouse in Citizens Bank Park. Members of the defending World Champion, first-place San Francisco Giants bounce giddily around the room, preparing for their game against the Phillies. Jeremy Affeldt and Sergio Romo pass an iPad back and forth, laughing at something on the screen. Miguel Tejada and Mike Fontenot take turns flicking a paper football through deodorant-stick uprights.

Carlos Beltran enters, wheeling his luggage behind him.

“Hey bro,” says Brian Wilson, bounding across the room. “It’s me, Brian Wilson! The wacky guy, with the beard! Do you like cheesesticks?”

“I know who you are,” says Beltran. “We met last week, and you’re on TV constantly. You’re the most overexposed man in America. Have you no shame?”

The music stops. Eli Whiteside puts down the bust of Bruce Bochy he is whittling and stares at Beltran.

“Aw, it’s just… I… I’m me being me,” Wilson says. “I… ahh… do you like cheesesticks?”

“You’re not even the most talented or craziest Brian Wilson,” says Beltran.

Beltran rolls by the lockers belonging to Tim Lincecum and Matt Cain. “Hey, Mitch from Dazed and Confused and Badger from Breaking Bad. Big fan, guys.”

A few lockers down, Pablo Sandoval changes into his uniform. “Brother, I thought they said you lost weight,” says Beltran as he passes.

Hitting coach Hensley Meulens meets with the rest of the Giants’ starting lineup near the locker assigned to Beltran. Beltran sees the group and doubles over in hysterical laughter.

The Giants are 1-5 since Beltran’s arrival.