Why we can’t have nice things: Josh Thole quits Twitter

Word leaked out last night that Josh Thole shut down his Twitter account. Thole was not a particularly active or interesting Twitterer, and, to be honest, I’m not sure I can remember a single thing he Tweeted. But he was notable as one of the few Mets who Tweeted in a language I can read (though I know enough Spanish to figure out that this means Johan Santana saw Fast Five, which is awesome).

Anyway, Thole told reporters he grew sick of seeing his inbox flooded with “ruthless” comments from Mets fans after bad games. He said he received at least one actual death wish, and he just didn’t want to deal with it anymore.

Now you might expect Twitter would take Thole’s departure as a cue for some quiet introspection, a moment to look in the mirror and consider the perpetual 140-character negativity. You’d be wrong though:

Yes, it has long been theorized that maintaining a Twitter account requires a good deal of mental toughness, what with macho handles like “OG” and “the Bull” and all. And indeed, after Thole let reporters know about his decision, tweets questioning the catcher’s backbone flooded timelines everywhere.

But inquisitive journalist and social-media guru that I am, I endeavored some very scientific research on the matter. I surveyed a significant sample of humanity on its Twitter habits as well as a litany of things that indicate mental toughness. Check out this graph:

As so often happens, science disproves popular belief. It turns out for the large majority of humanity, there is no relationship between Twitter usage and mental toughness. There are a bunch of mentally weak people using Twitter and a bunch of mentally weak people not using Twitter. The only time you see any change is when you get to the very extreme end of the mental toughness spectrum. Really ridiculously tough people don’t use Twitter because they need their hands to do things like wrestle bears and defuse bombs, and many of them don’t have smartphones.

Sometimes Josh Thole has 95 mile-an-hour fastballs fouled off his facemask. Then he leans back in to to do it again. If you want to call that guy mentally weak because he doesn’t want to put up with a bunch of b.s. from fans on Twitter, go to town, bro, but smart money says he doesn’t really care much one way or the other.

It’s classic self-important talk-radio Benigno thinking to latch on to any example you can find of a player reacting in some small way to outside pressure and cite it as evidence that he can’t handle the city or the media, when in truth — if I had to guess, at least — if the player is paying any attention whatsoever he sees it only as some sort of macabre sideshow.

Baseball players have tons of stuff to occupy their attention, what with the scouting meetings and the traveling and the charity work and the actually playing baseball games and everything else. In Spring Training, Thole found a little extra time and decided to try out Twitter. People, as they so often do, behaved like animals, so he bailed. All that means about his character is he’s reasonable.

Oh, speaking of reasonable: If you’re on Twitter and you’re interested in maintaining the ability to directly interact with baseball players — the great value of Twitter — I suggest you follow our man Glenn’s lead and say nice things to Justin Turner.

Literally HUNDREDS of Nassau County bigwigs to end months of “intense media speculation”

Nassau County Executive Edward P. Mangano will be joined by hundreds of local business, community and labor leaders on Wednesday, May 11, 2011 at 11:00 a.m. in announcing a major Economic Development and Job Creation Plan to build a world-class sports-entertainment destination center. After months of intense media speculation, the County Executive will also announce plans to pursue the construction of an Indian gaming casino.

Nassau County Executive Edward P. Mangano, press release.

Well there’s just a ton here.

First off, it’s worth noting that Nassau County executives absolutely love pomp, circumstance and press releases. When I was in high school I won some stupid award for something stupid, and I swear we got a press release announcing that some county politician was coming to present the award, then afterward a second press release announcing that he came and presented the award, then later a signed 8×10″ black-and-white photo of me with the dude. It’s somewhere in my parents’ attic now, unless they threw in out in one of their biannual stuff-no-one-needs purges. For all I know it could have been Edward Mangano.

Anyway, I hope this guy Mangano is actually “joined by hundreds of local business, community and sportsbet leaders” to announce whatever plans are so important that they merit capitalization. That’d be something to see: some 200 suits  set up behind podiums while two reporters from Newsday and some guy representing all the Herald papers sit in an otherwise empty conference room, anxiously biting their nails and tapping pencils on notebooks, desperate to learn whatever it is that the county is doing to quiet all the speculating they’ve been doing.

It should be noted that I got this release through the New York Islanders, which really calls into question the use of the phrase “world-class.” The Islanders, you may know, have finished dead last in their division for four seasons running and shut out a member of the Professional Hockey Writers of America (and the SNY.tv blog network, to boot) from covering their team for entirely nebulous reasons.

But I suppose it is possible that the new “sports-entertainment destination center” planned for Nassau County will be world-class even if the team playing inside it is not, and at least there will also be a nearby Indian casino for betting against the Islanders.

Say it ain’t so, Matt Harvey

Harvey, 22, does not want to just win. He wants to dominate. He is never satisfied. In that way, it is fitting that his favorite player is Paul O’Neill.

“I play the game to win, I play the game hard, the way it should be played,” Harvey told The Post. “I want to be great, and I’ll do whatever I can to make that happen. I’m never satisfied.

“I loved Paul O’Neill’s approach and the way he would get so mad at himself. He felt that he needed to be perfect every time, and I loved that.”

Kevin Kernan, N.Y. Post.

Oh c’mon, really? Paul O’Neill? I thought you were cool, Matt Harvey.

Kernan takes in Harvey’s start against the Bradenton Marauders in Port Charlotte, Fla. and describes the prospect’s “easy gas”* and “hard determination.”

With Jenrry Mejia set for Tommy John surgery, Mets fans are understandably pinning most of their hopes on Harvey. But I urge you to temper your expectations. Yes, he’s pitching extremely well in Single-A, but it’s Single-A and, well, he’s pitching. I’m not trying to be Debbie Downer and I’m as excited for Harvey as I am for anyone in the Mets’ system, but a lot can go wrong for the young man before he reaches the big leagues.

Remember: Mike Pelfrey was also once a huge prospect who dominated A-ball (and Double-A ball, for that matter) in his first season out of college. Just saying. And I know they’re very different pitchers and supposedly Harvey’s secondary stuff is a lot better, but recall that there were tons of scouts and baseball-person types heralding Pelfrey’s frontline-starter stuff when he first broke in.

Also, remember that Jesse Foppert and Paul Wilson and Brien Taylor and countless other forgotten hopefuls were future aces too. You could do a hell of a lot worse than Mike Pelfrey.

*- If easy gas makes for a promising pitching prospect, just… oh, this one’s practically an alley-oop.

Well that’s no good

Terry Collins thinks David Wright’s struggles at the plate are related to injuring his upper back/neck area making a diving tag on Houston’s Carlos Lee on April 19.

Adam Rubin, ESPN.com.

Well that’s no good. If Wright’s hurt, he’s not saying anything about it, which is kind of his bag. He hasn’t been outright terrible mostly because he’s still walking a bunch; I was just sort of figuring it was a month-and-a-half of underwhelming performance, a sample-size blip type thing. But I suppose across the course of a 162-game season, minor injuries are often exactly the type of thing that create valleys in performance over smallish samples.

Wright apparently hates days off. But tomorrow, a day game after a night game with Ubaldo Jimenez on the mound, might be a nice day to get him one.

Twitter Q&A-type thing

Well technically I said “everything hurts” and not “Everybody Hurts,” but I’ll confess I sort of have a soft spot for R.E.M.

I guess really there’s no spot anyone has for R.E.M. that’s not soft, is the thing. What I’m saying is I don’t hate them as much as some of my contemporaries do, mostly because I think the song “Stand” is hilarious and it makes me happy every time I hear it. That’s at least partly because it was the theme song for the amazing Chris Elliot show Get A Life, but also because I love singing along with the “NOW FACE NORTH!” background vocal parts.

And furthermore, “Everybody Hurts” would make for hilarious closer music. I’ve been through that before though.

Oh man, that’s such a good question, and one for which the answer would inevitably change every time I attempted it. Thing is, in an actual desert-island scenario I’d probably try to go with a good mix of genres so I had something for every possible mood. But let me start with the obvious ones and see where it goes.

First, Dark Side. Maybe that’s a cliched choice or whatever, but there’s just no way I could imagine life without having access to the last five-song sequence there, which might be the pinnacle of human achievement. And it sucks that it’s such a short album because if I can only choose five I feel like I’m giving up some music then, but you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do. I like to think of what it must have looked like when Pink Floyd first sat down and listened to that album all the way through, with the ridiculously triumphant ending and everything. “OK, yeah, I think we’re good bro.”

Second, James Brown’s Love Power Peace live album. There are going to be some funky times on this island, and I can think of no one better to provide the soundtrack than the Godfather of Soul, Mr. Please Please himself. I like James Brown’s live stuff better than his studio recordings, and this incarnation of the JBs features Bootsy and Catfish Collins and funk trombone hero Fred Wesley. No Maceo, sadly.

OK now it gets really hard. No way I can get by without something from the Beatles, though, which means I’ll take Abbey Road.

Man, that gives me nothing after 1973, and, truth be told, none of the albums I actually listen to most on the day-to-day. I’m panicking now. I gotta choose between Dr. Dre and the Wu-Tang Clan? I guess I’ll go with Enter the Wu-Tang because East Coast and everything. After that… I don’t know.

My 7th grade self would be disappointed in me if it wasn’t Nevermind, my 10th grade self would be disappointed if it wasn’t Punk in Drublic, my 12th grade self would be disappointed if it wasn’t Odelay, and various incarnations of me would want the eponymous Rage Against the Machine album. Punk in Drublic, though, contains “Jeff Wears Birkenstocks,” which is one of the few songs absolutely guaranteed to make me happy, so that might give it an edge. But a bunch of CAKE albums need to be considered too.

How about a little optimism? I’ll go with yes. Is that Mets-fan Polyannaism? Maybe. But as I’ve written countless times, Sandy Alderson should be able to see the value in Reyes, since Reyes is an elite 28-year-old shortstop. I think the whole not-a-Moneyball-player talk is overblown by people who either didn’t read or didn’t really understand the point of Moneyball.

The Mets have a ton of money coming off the books and, as a big market baseball franchise with a television network, have a steady stream of money coming in. They should have no problem finding the money to re-sign Reyes, especially if they can find a part-owner to increase their financial flexibility. The decision should come down not to if they can but if they should, and given how infrequently players like Reyes become free agents and how slim the pickings at shortstop will be otherwise, it seems like re-signing him will be a smart move.

Hu has been brutal, and since Justin Turner can back up shortstop in a pinch it doesn’t seem like there’s much need for him on the team.

But are people really down on Lucas Duda already? And look: I know I can’t go killing Hu because of 18 at-bats then screaming about small sample size with Duda, but there’s actually evidence that Duda can hit — which doesn’t exist with Hu. Duda has suffered from a brutal .205 batting average on balls in play in the Majors (compare to a career Minor League rate well over .300). Even before his power explosion in 2010, Duda got on base at every level in the Minors. He should eventually do so in the Majors too. He just needs more than 115 plate appearances to prove that.

Holla at ya boy

There’s nothing like bad comps, an aging menu and doubts about your food quality to get restaurant franchisees nervous. The Taco Bell brand is beset lately, and that has many of the chain’s independent store owners grumbling and talking of revolt.

Among the complaints by a large group of franchisees, according to a posting on the franchise-community web site BlueMauMau.org, is that the Yum! Brands-owned chain handled PR badly in the wake of a well-publicized lawsuit several weeks ago over the amount of beef in Taco Bell taco meat. Other gripes involve “largely ineffective” advertising, slipping quality perceptions of its products, a wobbly current brand value proposition, and intolerably squeezed operator margins.

Dale Buss, brandchannel.com

We all already know the solution here, Taco Bell. It’s me. I’m committed to your product and I’ve got the big idea that’s going to increase brand awareness, invigorate your customer base and bolster your web presence. All you need to do is give me a ton of money whole hell of a lot of free tacos. Time to put your money where your mouth is and start thinking outside the bun. I’m right here Taco Bell.

 

The Mets’ offense is not bad

As of today, the Mets have a collective 102 OPS+. That stat, which is adjusted for park and league factors, ranks theirs as the third-best offense in the National League so far in 2011.

They have the fifth-best on-base percentage in the National League in 2011. They have the sixth-best slugging in the National League in 2011, and they are fifth in OPS.

If you see an article that suggests the Mets’ offense is bad — and I have seen news articles, not even columns, say as much — that article is incorrect. The Mets’ offense has not been bad. The Mets’ pitching has been bad. The Mets’ offense has been just fine.

Will that continue? Probably. Jose Reyes, Carlos Beltran and Ike Davis have all exceeded expectations so far. But even if Beltran needs more time off and Reyes and Davis regress a bit, David Wright, Jason Bay and Josh Thole should hit better than they have in the early goings. And though Jason Pridie can’t be expected to keep up his torrid pace, the team’s bench almost has to get better, and Angel Pagan will provide a lift whenever he returns from his oblique injury.

Sandwich of (last) Week

As I mentioned, my back has been a bit cranky lately. Nothing crazy, but bad enough that I didn’t want to spend any more time in front of a computer than I had to this weekend, delaying this Sandwich of the Week until today, when I have to spend time in front of a computer anyway.

This deli was recommended to me by Adam Zagoria, who writes a fine blog about multiple levels of basketball for this here blog network. You should check that out if you don’t read it already.

Also, I really wanted to avoid pork for my friends that keep Kosher, since I already know next week’s sandwich will not and there has been pork on like the last 50 sandwiches. But this deli didn’t have any specialty sandwich board or anything, and when I panic I order bacon on my sandwiches. My bad, again.

The sandwich: Spicy chicken cutlet with bacon, cheddar and mayonnaise on a kaiser roll from Rocky’s Deli on Saw Mill River Road in Millwood.

Important background information: Doesn’t sound like that interesting of a sandwich, right? WRONG!

I know I’ve reviewed a bunch of sandwiches that are essentially fried chicken, bacon and cheese, and truth be told that’s pretty much my go-to when I’m ordering a hot sandwich at a deli I’ve never before tried. Like with burgers at restaurants, I figure a chicken cutlet is a good standard by which to judge delis. If the deli does it well, you can trust it’s a good deli, go back there and start experimenting with other sandwiches. If it sucks, don’t bother.

But more and more lately I’ve noticed spicy chicken cutlets on deli menus. I think this might be en route to deli standardization.

I remember when I was in third or fourth grade, a couple bar-and-grill-type restaurants on Long Island started carrying Buffalo wings, and they were like this amazing new thing but they were all over the map: some places served them breaded, some had them dry with the sauce on the side. Now most bars serve standard Buffalo wings because everyone has wised up to how ridiculously awesome they are.

So I think — trendspotting baby! — that might be happening with the spicy chicken cutlet at delis. No deli in Rockville Centre served spicy chicken cutlets when I was growing up, but I saw that they were new on the menu at the Cherry Valley Deli in Queens and I’m pretty sure I’ve recently spotted them a few other places as well. Also Wendy’s now has those Spicy Crispy Chicken Nuggets.

They don’t have spicy chicken cutlets at the delis closest to me in Westchester, but my pocket of Westchester is pretty reliably behind the times food-wise. There’s no Chipotle or Five Guys yet and I swear they still sell salsa in the International foods section of the grocery store.

What it looks like:

How it tastes: Tremendous. I’ll say it right now: Just barely shy of the Hall of Fame.

When I ordered the chicken cutlet, the dude pulled it from the pile and dropped it in the deep fryer, which is always an outstanding sign. No microwaved nonsense at Rocky’s Deli; you’re spicy chicken cutlet is coming at you hot and greasy, the way Colonel Sanders intended.

The breading on the cutlet, due to the frying, was nice and crispy. As for the spicy part: Good. It wasn’t overwhelmingly spicy or spicy in the Buffalo hot saucy style, it had more of a black peppery kick, a nice but not overpowering amount of seasoning. The flavor, actually, was not terribly unlike that of those Wendy’s spicy nuggets, only it obviously tasted way less like it came from some sort of fast-food power, not that this site judges anything produced by delicious fast-food powder.

The bacon was delicious, since it was bacon, and well-prepared bacon at that. It could have stood to be better distributed, though — the only thing really holding this thing back from the Hall of Fame. About a quarter of this sandwich didn’t have bacon.

Cheddar cheese and mayo you know about. The roll was good, fresh. Appropriate for a deli sandwich.

What it’s worth: I’m not exactly sure since my wife got a sandwich too and we both got beverages and we didn’t get an itemized receipt or anything. But I think about $7.

How it rates: 89 out of 100. Check this place out if you need a pit-stop off the Taconic. And look out for spicy chicken cutlets. They’re coming.

Man with sweet beard wins PGA event

Our man Rob points out that Lucas Glover, winner of the Fargo Classic on Sunday, has a pretty awesome beard:

I almost never watch golf. I have no doubt that it requires a ton of skill to golf at a professional level because I’ve golfed myself and I can’t even make the damn ball go in the air. But there’s very little about the sport that makes me want to watch it in its televised form.

I think my main issue is that no one’s playing defense. Basically you’re just watching to see who hits the ball the best, and if someone’s playing really well the other golfers can’t intentionally walk him or double team him or anything.

I remember the first time I golfed, we all hit our first drives and I was like, “OK so when do we tackle each other?” and one of the other dudes was all, “no, we don’t tackle each other.” So I said, “oh so we’re playing two-hand touch golf then? I guess that’s cool…” but then that guy explained that you basically just hit your ball then go find your ball then hit it again then go find it again.

A lot of my issues with golf were actually solved by Jackie Mason in the movie Caddyshack 2. I know that film is widely panned for not having Rodney Dangerfield or Bill Murray and for not being Caddyshack 1, but it made a lot of good points about improving the sport by adding large-scale mini-golf obstacles and incorporating Randy Quaid as a golf/hockey defender. Really inspired stuff.

I, for one, think all sports could stand to look in the mirror and consider the ways in which they could improve by involving Randy Quaid. I know we think baseball is damn near perfect, but with MLB reportedly thinking about an expanded postseason, maybe it’s time our national pastime finally allow teams to use Randy Quaid once per playoff game. Teams in the field could set up Randy Quaid in the batter’s box across from the one the hitter is standing in and he could do all sorts of distracting things.

It might be dangerous, especially with maple bats. But he could wear a helmet, and there’s only one October.

I can’t even muster up the strength

Remember my whole thing about how I’m not bothering to react to other writers’ columns this year because the glut of stupid, negative articles written about the Mets aren’t even worth our time? Go read this one. It’s so bad it deserves pity traffic.

I wanted to write a lengthier response, but truth is my back hurts and I can’t even muster up the strength. This guy is faulting Jose Reyes for getting called out on a mistake at third base. It was a blown call. It’s the umpire’s fault. Since Reyes was safe, of course he should’ve gone for third base. Since it was a great throw by Rick Ankiel, of course Reyes had to slide. Since… oh, whatever.

I’ll add this: Van Riper writes that “top leadoff men eventually learn the major league strike zone and walk 100 times a a year,” but only one leadoff man has walked at least 100 times in the past three seasons: Chone Figgins in 2009. And Figgins kinda sucks now. He’s had a .329 OBP since then, actually.

The only leadoff man you’ll find who managed two straight years walking at a clip like that anytime recently was Grady Sizemore, then he broke. Not many guys consistently walk 100 times a year, and the ones who do are mostly big-time power types. That’s part of why Rickey Henderson was so exceptional, and why it’s so unfair to compare any leadoff hitter — including Reyes — to Henderson, the greatest leadoff hitter in the history of the game.

Anyway, the rest is standard blame-Mighty-Casey dreck. Jose Reyes has not let the Mets down. The Mets have let Jose Reyes down, in countless ways.