Lovable masher Lucas Duda and offensive juggernaut Mets softening sting of Beltran’s departure

The Mets scored 10 runs today. They’ve now put up 18 runs in two games without Carlos Beltran. Lucas Duda, Beltran’s replacement in right field, has gone 3-for-7 with a home run, a double and two walks in the games, lifting his small-sample season batting line to .283/.359/.465, not Beltran but still comfortably above the league averages for right fielders.

It’s too soon to go all-in on Duda, of course. And it’s perhaps a bit too late to carry a torch for these 2011 Mets. The playoffs were a longshot even with Beltran hitting third, and replacing Beltran with Duda lengthens those odds no matter how many runs the Reds have handed the team this week. Stranger things have happened, of course, especially in baseball.

The good news is that regardless of what happens in the standings from here on out, there’s plenty to hold our interest on the field. In Duda, Justin Turner, Josh Thole, Jason Pridie, Dillon Gee, Bobby Parnell and Pedro Beato, the Mets have a large group of  reasonably young, mostly unproven cost-controlled players who can spend the rest of the season showing the club whether they belong in the Majors, and in what roles.

Some could emerge as valuable Major League regulars. Others will become useful role players and bench guys. Some will never amount to much. The next two months don’t determine any of that for certain, but they help further clear up the picture.

So that’s cool. I, for one, hope Duda works out. It’s fun to watch him hit.

Good news about Zack Wheeler

So this guy’s on board.

Sure seems like Chipotle is the fast-food chain of choice for Minor Leaguers, and I guess that makes a lot of sense. Presumably you work up a pretty huge appetite being a professional baseball player, and Chipotle serves a ton of food at reasonable rates — important when you’re living on a $25 a day per diem or whatever it is. Plus, compared to most of the other quick options in a lot of Minor League towns, it’s probably reasonably healthy. Also, it’s delicious.

Hat tip to Andrew Vazzano.

Blaming great players: Nothing new

The fatal weakness of the great Sox slugging teams was not-quite-good-enough pitching rather than Williams’ failure to hit a home run every time he came to bat. Again, Williams’ depressing effect on his teammates has never been proved. Despite ample coaching to the contrary, most insisted that they liked him. He has been generous with advice to any player who asked for it. In an increasingly combative baseball atmosphere, he continued to duck beanballs docilely. With umpires he was gracious to a fault. This courtesy itself annoyed his critics, whom there was no pleasing. And against the ten crucial games (the seven World Series games with the St. Louis Cardinals, the 1948 playoff with the Cleveland Indians, and the two-game series with the Yankees at the end of the 1949 season, winning either one of which would have given the Red Sox the pennant) that make up the Achilles’ heel of Williams’ record, a mass of statistics can be set showing that day in and day out he was no slouch in the clutch. The correspondence columns of the Boston papers now and then suffer a sharp flurry of arithmetic on this score; indeed, for Williams to have distributed all his hits so they did nobody else any good would constitute a feat of placement unparalleled in the annals of selfishness.

John Updike, Hub Fans Bid Kid Adieu.

That is not to compare Carlos Beltran (or David Wright or Jose Reyes or Matt Kemp or Alex Rodriguez) to Ted Williams, the second-best hitter in the history of baseball, only to show that the Blame-Mighty-Casey phenomenon is nothing new among media or fans.

Also, if you haven’t read the Updike piece, run don’t walk. Hat tip to Tom Boorstein for reminding me of it.

Exit Carlos Beltran

I started and scrapped this post a couple times. To be honest, I tried to pre-write it the way newspapers do with celebrity obituaries, though by the time I got around to actually doing so the news of Carlos Beltran’s trade had already started to leak out. And I meant to hold off on publishing it until the deal was made official, but now Beltran is out of the Mets’ lineup tonight and it sounds by all accounts like the announcement is a mere formality.

The first draft included an introduction explaining how real sadness is universal and comes in near-infinite supply, and how in that context Beltran’s departure is not really sad at all. But that’s patronizing. Presumably you know that sadness is a relative thing, and you can distinguish sadness for actual tragedies from the sadness we feel when a favorite baseball player is traded across the country to play out the final few months of his contract with a new team.

There’s no good reason to dwell on it now regardless. Any Mets fan paying attention the last couple of months has heard about and likely reasoned through Beltran’s being moved, a deal that makes a whole lot of sense for a club with little chance of a postseason berth in 2011.

In the trade with the Giants, Sandy Alderson reportedly scored Zack Wheeler, a young player better than the ones many – especially me – expected the Mets would get in return for Beltran. Wheeler is a Single-A pitcher so he’s still a ways off from contributing in the big leagues, but he’s a former first-round draft pick twice ranked in Baseball America’s top 100 prospects and with over 10 strikeouts per nine innings in the Minors.

And Beltran’s exit provides one final excuse to celebrate the man’s career in Flushing. In his tenure with the Mets, Beltran played 831 games. He hit 148 home runs, drove in 552 runs, stole 100 bases, and posted an .867 OPS. Statistically, his 2006 campaign stands among the very best seasons any position player has ever provided the club. He ranks in the team’s all time Top 10 of too many categories to bother listing.

That feels like it’s somehow understating it though, no?

Not long ago, a Kansas City Star reporter wrote, “If you want to know how to approach the game, teammates or life, watch Jeff Francoeur.” Though the author was merely upholding the rich journalistic tradition of writing ridiculous things about Jeff Francoeur, the comment rightfully inspired a ton of hilarious Internet snark.

Swap in Beltran for Francoeur, though, and the guy has a much better point.

And I don’t mean in terms of off-field stuff. We only think we know baseball players from what little they reveal of themselves to the press and the fans: We heard Terry Collins rave about Beltran’s leadership this year, we read about his charitable efforts and saw the professional way in which he handled every single one of the incessant questions about his future, but for all any of us know Beltran punts puppies on his home from the ballpark.

Let’s accept that we don’t really know Beltran as a person and just think about the ballplayer. Could you imagine what the world would be like if we could all do everything the way Beltran plays baseball? If we demonstrated that same elegance and efficiency in our morning commutes, our jobs, our yardwork? What if we could all stay so calm and so patient under pressure, and remain so humble upon success? What a place that would be!

Or would that entire world be mistaken for joyless?

Oh, whatever. I made it this far without mentioning the infernal haters, and it’s probably best to just leave them stewing in their pathetic corners, pissed about whatever it is they’ve chosen to be pissed about next. Let’s applaud Beltran now, not waste time defending him from those that will never understand. Know this: People who don’t appreciate Carlos Beltran by now don’t deserve to.

I’m going to rehash the point I made in regards to Jose Reyes earlier this summer. I apologize for repeating myself: What we’ve seen from Beltran is ours to keep forever, no matter what team he’s playing for tomorrow. Carlos Beltran playing baseball at the peak of his ability is a beautiful sight to behold, and we got to watch it hundreds of times.

The sad thing about baseball is that greatness is fleeting. The awesome thing about baseball – or one of the many, at least – is that more great players and great moments are always on the way. Who knows? Maybe Zack Wheeler is one of them.

So Beltran is off to San Francisco to put the Giants’ putrid offense on his shoulders, and we’ll watch him in the playoffs then hear unsubstantiated and likely fruitless rumors that the Mets are pursuing him in the offseason.

I’m not sure how to wrap this up. Last time through I had some dumb story about the old-man version of me, 30 years in the future, describing Beltran to some punk kid. But it sucked and now I’ve got a train to catch. So we move forward.

Carlos Beltran may be traded to the Giants

For Zack Wheeler, supposedly. But need I remind you:

That’s not to single out Buster Olney. About as many people were reporting Lee to the Yankees last year as are reporting Beltran to the Giants today. I’m not saying it won’t happen, or that Lee wasn’t, for all I know, extremely close to becoming a Yankee. I’m just saying I’m not going to waste any more words on it until I see the team press release or Beltran suiting up in another uniform.

Oof

From the beginning, the tale seemed to skirt the edges of the possible — a mountain lion reported to be stalking the wilds of Greenwich, Conn., seen near fancy private schools and busy roadways. But the sightings were confirmed in early June by paw prints, photographs and animal droppings, and then, more dramatically, by the lean body of a 140-pound male creature killed by a sport utility vehicle on the Wilbur Cross Parkway in Milford on June 11.

The aftermath was even more surprising. On Tuesday, in what state officials termed “amazing news,” they said that the Connecticut Cougar had made its way east from the Black Hills of South Dakota and that genetic testing matched samples of an animal confirmed as having been in Wisconsin and Minnesota.

That means that the animal traveled more than 1,500 miles to Connecticut, more than twice as far as the longest dispersal pattern ever recorded for a mountain lion.

Peter Applebome, N.Y. Times.

For some reason, reading this article made me disproportionately sad. Such an amazing story: a mountain lion travels 1,500 miles from South Dakota to Connecticut (in search of a mate, the article says). Then it gets hit by some guy’s SUV. Brutal.

The human element

The stupid, stupid Braves took a walk-off victory over the lovable, upstart Pirates in the 19th inning last night on this call. No doubt you know about it already because the Internet is on fire this morning. What’s to be done about these terrible umpires?

Umpire Jerry Meals admitted, upon viewing the replay, that he blew the call. He said he thought Pirates catcher Michael McKenry missed the tag, so he ruled Julio Lugo safe. So that sucks. It sucks for the Pirates and their fans, most of all, but it sucks for Meals and it sucks for baseball to have an otherwise awesome game end on an umpiring mistake.

But I am still not convinced that umpiring is getting worse. I’ve been through this before. Why would it be? Has there been a massive overhaul in personnel? Have the standards for umpires slipped? The players are getting better, the executives shrewder. Every other aspect of baseball, we think, is improving as the game is honed and sharpened with time. Why would just this one be systematically decaying?

All games are broadcast in high definition now, with more camera angles and HD super slow-mo replay. We notice more umpiring mistakes because we have the technology with which to see them. Plays that we might have shrugged off as close calls five years ago we now know to be wrong and cite as evidence in the case for robot umpires.

Plus, there’s confirmation bias at play. We have decided that umpiring has gotten worse, so every time a bad call is made, we say, “oh, another bad call! Man, the umpiring has sucked this year!” But as far as I know there’s no good way to prove that the quality of umpiring actually has changed, since there’s no way to retroactively watch games from the 50s in HD with all these camera angles.

(I am open to this possibility, though I’m probably letting my imagination run wild here: It could be that the new technologies have put so much pressure on umpires that they now overthink calls like the one last night, in which the ball beat Lugo to the plate by several feet.)

Of course, that’s immaterial. Even if it has always been this way, it can still be improved. There’s no reason to hamper the game any more than it should be by the human element, and if there’s a way to conveniently add a replay official to clear up close calls in an efficient manner, so be it.

But — and I think this came up in the comments section here before — expanding replay in baseball exposes the league to some rather nefarious possibilities. Unlike those in the NFL, most baseball broadcasts are handled by regional sports networks in contract with teams. Those networks stand to benefit if the teams they cover succeed. I’ve seen the way things work inside regional sports networks and I don’t imagine such conspiracies would exactly run rampant, but expanding replay in the game would mean putting some small element of how the game is judged into partial hands.

And last I checked, robots can’t even make pancakes or fold laundry. Screaming about this stuff is great fun, I realize, but for now, maybe it’s best we all settle down, accept that humans mess stuff up constantly, and start coming up with real, feasible solutions.

Johan Santana about to do stuff

The Mets announced yesterday that Johan Santana will make a rehab start in Port St. Lucie tomorrow, which is awesome because it means we’re that much closer (fingers crossed) to seeing Johan Santana do stuff.

Color me surprised, and still a bit skeptical. Shoulder surgeries like the one Santana endured tend to be pretty damning for pitchers, and though Santana is his own unique, strong, fiercely competitive snowflake, it’s hard to imagine the remainder of his rehab proceeding without any hiccups given the precedents.

But we can hope, of course. Watching Johan Santana pitch, with or without his good fastball, has been one of the great joys of being a Mets fan the last few years. And if this September won’t feature meaningful games, it’d be nice if it could feature Santana — not to mention give the team some idea of what to expect from Santana moving forward.

Just a friendly reminder that dogs, though awesome, are almost unutterably gross no matter what you feed them

People are going to fancy butchers to buy grass-fed dog food. This is a trend; I have noticed plenty of gourmet and high-end products available for pampering dogs. And dogs are awesome, so I don’t want to stop people from treating their dogs like royalty. But I would like to remind you:

1) Dogs eat or attempt to eat practically everything that falls on the ground.
2) Dogs roll around in dirt.
3) Dogs lick their own asses.
4) Dogs seem inordinately concerned with other dogs’ asses.

Dogs are totally gross. You can feed them Peter Luger steak sauteed in white-truffle butter with caviar, but that’s not going to keep them away from other dogs’ asses. Nothing will. The good parts of having a dog outweigh the bad, but the bad part is accepting that you’re welcoming a disgusting animal into your home.