Hey, baseball

I don’t really have anything I want to write about Osama Bin Laden, and I am especially not interested in vaguely conflating his death with the Mets’ victory last night, even if the news was big enough to have affected the crowd at Citizens Bank Park and the players and manager in post-game interviews.

Baseball: The Mets won a 14-inning thriller last night, with strong pitching compensating for a series of offensive failures and missed opportunities. Cliff Lee appeared human — a nice reminder to Mets fans that great pitchers do occasionally falter — and Chris Young managed to flummox the Phillies for seven efficient innings.

Jason Isringhausen struggled and Tim Byrdak failed to get Ryan Howard out, which is pretty much the main thing Byrdak is supposed to be doing on the Mets. But the rest of the bullpen was excellent. With three solid frames, Pedro Beato extended to 17 innings his career-opening stretch of innings without an earned run. Taylor Buchholz, who has been quietly dominant all year, earned the win with two perfect innings to end the game.

Francisco Rodriguez, I should note, has a 1.727 WHIP with a 1.64 ERA. He has always allowed a lot of baserunners, but not like this. He’s going to have to start getting hitters out more often or he can expect a swift and violent regression.

As for the offense: Terry Collins seems married to the idea that lefties must only pinch-hit against righties and vice versa. Last night, with two on and two out in the eighth inning of a tie game, Collins called on Chin-Lung Hu to pinch-hit against Phillies left-hander Antonio Bastardo.

Hu bats right-handed. He also entered the game 1-for-12 with seven strikeouts on the season, including 1-for-9 with six K’s against southpaws. It’s a miniscule sample, sure, but… man. He strikes out more often than he puts the ball in play. How is it possible he’s a better option in that spot than lefty-hitting Daniel Murphy, who can actually hit?

I guess part of the thing about running platoons at two or three spots in the lineup is it’s going to leave your bench heavily right- or left-handed, depending on the day. But that doesn’t seem like a great excuse to use Chin-Lung Hu in important pinch-hitting spots.

Luckily, whenever Ronny Paulino isn’t playing he should be available for pinch hitting against lefties. If first impressions mean anything, Paulino should run for mayor. That was awesome. He had one fewer hit last night than Scott Hairston has all season. Bear hugs for Ronny Paulino:

Sandwich of the Week

Remember Russ, the sandwich antagonist? He tipped me off to Melt Shop, a new grilled cheese place in Midtown East. We took a trip there this week for a “lunch meeting,” which essentially means an hour of me yelling at him about why I should have a TV show, especially if it could be about sandwiches.

The sandwich: Aged Cheddar from Melt Shop, 53rd and Lexington in Manhattan.

The construction: Aged cheddar cheese and maple-glazed bacon on buttered, grilled sourdough bread.

Important background information: I wanted this week’s to be a vegetarian-friendly sandwich review. I promise. Obviously meat means a lot to me, but I recognize there are people who can’t or won’t eat it for a variety of legitimate reasons, and several of those people asked in the recent survey for a review of a sandwich they could enjoy. And let it never be said that TedQuarters isn’t about giving the people what they want.

It all seemed set up so perfectly: Russ wanted to try this place, I had been in the mood for a straight-up grilled cheese for weeks, and several of you wanted a vegetarian-friendly sandwich review. But as so often happens with well-laid plans, bacon interfered. My apologies.

I regret nothing.

What it looks like:

How it tastes: Good. Buttery. Mapley.

I think the big surprise here is how sweet it was. I saw “maple-glazed bacon” but I read it as “maple-smoked bacon,” and while the latter generally has a touch of sweet maple flavor, the former is apparently coated in sugary maple syrup.

It’s hardly overpowering on the sandwich and I’m not here to tell you it’s a bad thing, it just wasn’t what I expected due to a reading comprehension failure. It actually made for a nice complement to the cheese, a particularly pungent brand of cheddar with that sort of earthy flavor you might recognize from a good hunk of sharp Cabot.

Whoa, did I just call cheese “earthy”? Are these getting too obnoxious? I’ll cop to ripping that term off the Wikipedia page for Cheddar cheese (a solid read, btw). I couldn’t come up with the right word to describe strong cheddar flavor. It doesn’t really taste like earth though; it tastes like a strong cheddar cheese. I mean I guess technically it tastes like the fraction of Earth that is occupied by cheddar cheese, but now we’re getting into semantics.

I guess I should disclose here that I hate most food writing. But as I do this more and more I find myself struggling for different ways to describe food, and it’s a great challenge to do that without straying into the realm of the pretentious. If at any point it becomes clear I need a swift ass-kicking, let me know and I’ll find someone to administer it.

Anyway, point is it’s a pretty good sandwich. The sourdough is nice and hearty, grilled to the right level of toastiness, the cheese is melted appropriately and somehow not too greasy.

The bacon could have been a little crispier. That’s pretty much the main thing that goes wrong with bacon, and it happened here. The outside of the sandwich was crispy, but when I want bacon on a sandwich I want it for it’s bacony crunch. Also for it’s delicious bacon flavor. There was plenty of that, but little of the bacony crunch.

What it’s worth: Cost $6.50, plus about 25 minutes of waiting in line because apparently Melt Shop is blowing up. $6.50 is a bit steep for a grilled cheese and bacon — it combined with a handful of Russ’ tater tots to make for a solid lunch but it was not an overwhelming amount of food. Also, might as well wait until the hype dies down and the line shortens a bit.

How it rates: Russ, you may recall, complains that too many of the sandwiches here are rated in the 80s. So on the elevator ride back up to the office, I asked him how he’d rate it (he had the same sandwich I did). He said it was a really good sandwich, but not worthy of the Hall of Fame. Welcome to my world, Russ. 80 out of 100.

The Mets could use a better lefty bench bat

The Mets activated Ronny Paulino today, quieting speculation that there was some sort of karmic Lost scheme to keep him off the big-league roster all year, perhaps because Jacob needed him for some task that would not at all be adequately explained by the end of the series WHY? I INVESTED SO MUCH TIME IN THIS PLEASE GIVE ME SOMETHING BETTER THAN A CORK!

You may recall that Paulino mashes lefties. Specifically, he can boast a career .338/.390/.491 line against southpaws, better than everyone on the club who isn’t regularly in the middle of the batting order. That means Paulino, on days when he doesn’t start, trumps Scott Hairston as a pinch-hitting option against lefties late in games.

Some managers, we’ve seen, are reluctant to ever use backup catchers in pinch-hitting situations out of fear that something will happen to the starting catcher and then they’ll be left with, say, Chin-Lung Hu in the tools of ignorance. But — knock wood and everything — how often does that really happen? Here’s hoping Terry Collins proves willing to turn to Paulino when he needs a big hit against a southpaw, especially because (and I know it’s a small sample and he’s really not anything like this bad) I’m getting awful sick of watching Scott Hairston flail at every pitch.

Anyway, that doesn’t have a hell of a lot to do with the conclusion of this post — the one stated in the headline — except that we’re talking platoon splits and pinch hitters, and we watched pinch-hitter Willie Harris whiff (on a really nasty looking pitch, to his credit) to end last night’s game.

There are a lot more right-handed relievers than left-handed ones, and the Mets’ bench is ill-equipped to handle them whenever Daniel Murphy is in the starting lineup. Jason Pridie bats lefty, but he has never hit much at any level.

Harris has a career .245/.333/.360 split against righties, so it’s actually possible Justin Turner is a better option.  But since as we know, managers totally <3 lefty-righty matchups, the Mets might want to look for a lefty bench bat better than Harris.

Problem is, the best lefty hitters the Mets have in Triple-A are Kirk Nieuwenhuis, Lucas Duda and Fernando Martinez, young players that the organization certainly wants playing regularly. The others are Jesus Feliciano and Russ Adams, neither of whom seems likely to outperform Harris.

I recognize I’m quibbling about the last spot on the roster, and ideally the Mets will find ways to win games that don’t involve relying on pinch hitters. Plus I have no idea what type of lefty-hitting talent is available from outside the organization. But if Angel Pagan is going to play almost every day when he returns — as he should — and Hairston can back up center field in a pinch, and if the Mets have Murphy, Turner and Hu to play second base, then Harris’ primary role is as the team’s top lefty bat off the bench. And it strikes me that you can probably find someone better fit for that job.

All things must pass

The Mets lost last night, as you probably know. This means, obviously, that the Nats somehow snuffed out the competitive fire ignited in the Amazins when Jose Reyes got mistakenly called out at third on Wednesday night. Jason Bay’s measured leadership failed to sustain the club through a series sweep, and the players all forgot R.A. Dickey’s motivational postgame interview from last week.

Or Livan Hernandez benefited from wide-seeming strike zone, Chris Capuano didn’t pitch all that well, Carlos Beltran misjudged a fly ball and the Nats took the game, one of 162 both teams will play this season.

Willie Harris struck out with the game on the line in the ninth. He now looks like a shell of the clutch offensive sparkplug that carried the Mets through the first week of the season. Actually, he now looks a hell of a lot like Willie Harris.

Oh and down in St. Lucie, Matt Harvey allowed the first four earned runs of his professional career. If they keep playing baseball long enough there’ll eventually be a pitcher that never allows a run, the whole monkeys-at-typewriters thing. But Matt Harvey is not that pitcher. He too is subject to the sport’s whims.

Everything in baseball returns to order eventually. Except Livan Hernandez; he’s magical.

Oh my

Now look, please don’t take this as a defense of Roger McDowell. I figure there’s at least some gray area involved and I seriously doubt the Giants fans were completely innocent in the situation, but there’s no place for homophobic slurs at a ballpark or anywhere.

But this video is, well… I don’t even know. It might as well have been produced by The Onion. This man should not have subjected these children to all these lewd acts, which we will now reenact in front of the very same children. It’s going to take a neat trick to convince me that this isn’t more scarring for those little girls than anything McDowell might have said.

I mean, seriously?

“The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention.”

Twitter Q&A-ish thing, part 2

Here’s a fun fact (that @MLBoorstein already knows I think, but for anyone else who might care about my reading habits): I don’t really read much non-fiction. I like it fine; learning is great and everything. But I do most of my reading immediately before bed, and for some reason when I read non-fiction I don’t sleep well. What’s that about? I guess fiction helps me transition into sleep by distracting me from reality, escapism or whatever. Something like that.

Anyway, I’ve read a lot of vaguely disappointing novels lately. But I enjoyed Joshua Ferris’ The Unnamed and Colum McCann’s Let the Great World Spin.

My opinion on donuts is that they’re amazing. Sad story: When I was leaving Miami, on my way to the airport around 6 a.m., I stopped in a Starbucks to get coffee and a donut. And the donut sucked. It’s hard to put my finger on why exactly, but the cake part was too sweet and the glaze was too thick and the whole thing got me feeling sick, to the point where I actually had to stop eating the donut — something I’m not certain I’ve ever done before. Then, about a mile further down the road, I passed a brightly lit standalone Krispy Kreme with the hot doughnuts light flashing. I had a plane to catch so I couldn’t stop, plus I wasn’t in the mood for doughnuts after that terrible donut. But man, what misfortune.

Krispy Kreme doughnuts are incredible, but if we’re using the broadest possible definition of the pastry I’d say my favorites are the beignets from Cafe Du Monde in New Orleans. As for New York City, I really like the Donut Pub (together at last!) on 14th and 7th, and I’ve still yet to try the famous Doughnut Plant on the Lower East Side that everyone raves about. Hard to get down there in the morning hours.

Well if it’s a sandwich it’s Ricobene’s breaded steak, no doubt. But truthfully — and I think I may have answered a similar question before — if I had to choose a last meal it’d probably be my mom’s ravioli with meat sauce. It’s really, really good.

Twitter Q&A-type thing

Believe how? Believe they’re a playoff contender or believe they’re better than a 5-13 team?

I figured the Mets for 84 wins before the season and I’m sticking with that now. If anything, the awful start should serve as a reminder to everyone about the trappings of small sample sizes. Yes, they looked terrible. But teams playing terribly always look terrible, and plenty of teams better than this one have endured 5-13 stretches.

It got really frustrating when people started pulling out the 1962 Mets talk, suggesting — seriously — that this club could challenge that one for the all-time loss record. It’s like everyone forgot the Mets have David Wright and Jose Reyes, among others. And yeah, a handful of good players does not a great team make — we learned that under Omar Minaya — but look at how awful the 1962 Mets were. Every guy in the Mets’ current rotation would have been the ace of that team’s staff. They combined for an Omir Santosian 82 OPS+.

The Mets are not going to win every game for the rest of the season. There will be more bumps along the way. But they don’t have a bad club and they never did. It’s easy to be blinded by all the negativity coming from large portions of the media and fanbase, but the Mets have a deep and pretty good lineup that should score a lot of runs. I’m not optimistic about Johan Santana’s return, so unless Jenrry Mejia is ready to become a good big-league starter by the end of the season  the pitching should be shaky all year. But again, not nearly as awful as it looked in the first couple of weeks.

Here’s the link, since you can’t click through from that image.

What does “Designated Kisser” even mean? Actually, wow, I have so many questions.

For example: A) Is this supposed to be, I don’t know, sexy? Does anyone think this is sexy? B) Do they make underwear with Mets logos and quasi-racy nonsensical slogans for dudes? Because if not, that’s just sexism brother.

Also, I struggle to figure out which is the front and which is the back of women’s underwear. You’d think the bigger side would be the ass side but it doesn’t always work that way. I don’t really want to write about women’s underwear anymore. This is all making me very uncomfortable.

I’m going to vote for Jermaine Copeland, receiver for the L.A. Xtreme.

The week before the XFL started, I saw a headline on ESPN.com that said, “Jermaine Copeland excited for the XFL season.” So, wondering who Jermaine Copeland was and why I should care about his feelings on the XFL season, I clicked through. This is how the article started:

“Jermaine Copeland is excited for the XFL season,” said Los Angeles Xtreme reciever Jermaine Copeland.

Still funny to me. I don’t know if that makes him hardcore, and there’s no way to guarantee that talking in the third person wasn’t written in to XFL contracts, but he’s basically the only XFL player I can remember besides He Hate Me and He Hate Me seemed too obvious an answer.

That one’s easy. Taco Bell is not Latino food. Taco Bell is Taco Bell.

I love Mexican food, but I never go get Taco Bell when I’m in the mood for Mexican food, just like I never get Wendy’s because I’m in the mood for a cheeseburger. I’ve never had actual Mexican food that tastes anything like Taco Bell, and most Mexican places I know don’t even have seasoned ground beef as an option.

And I know people lash out at fast food on principle because it’s corporate and it’s bad for us and all that. But Taco Bell is delicious, convenient and cheap. I don’t owe anybody anything; the burden is on every restaurateur who’s not Glen Bell to come up with something that’s a better value if they want to tear me away from my Cheesy Gordita Crunch.

 

Selling the drama

I remember being disappointed when the Jets drafted Vernon Gholston, thinking he was a mere workout wonder, the type of guy that would never pan out. He didn’t. But then I remember being disappointed when they drafted D ‘Brickashaw Ferguson, thinking they were favoring a local guy over the skill-position players they needed. Now he is great, a cornerstone of a very good offensive line.

I don’t remember thinking much of anything when they picked Darrelle Revis, just sort of shrugging or something. Now he is one of the best players in the NFL.

Tonight the Jets will draft some guy, and some people will love it and others will hate it. Analysts in ridiculous suits will bark that he is a great pick or a not-so-great pick, then show 30 seconds’ worth of game footage to justify their stances.

And yeah, maybe some of those guys really put in the time and effort researching and watching footage and figuring out which young athletes seem most likely to become productive professional football players, but no one really knows. Where were the draft gurus on Tom Brady? Kurt Warner?

Of athletes in all the major sports, football players’ success is most dependent on their teammates and their coaches. There are likely running backs with all the skills to to succeed in the NFL who will go undrafted tonight because they had crappy offensive lines or played in systems that didn’t feature their talents. Quarterbacks will be overlooked because they had receivers that couldn’t run routes. Linebackers will be ignored because they played behind tackles that couldn’t prevent opposing linemen from reaching the second level.

It’s all a crapshoot. Teams make a series of educated guesses, then in September we find out if they were good ones. But the bluster around the draft has grown, for me at least, intolerable.

The NFL should be credited for a hype machine that can turn even the announcing of the schedule into prime-time TV, but there’s a breaking point. And a multiple-day American Idol buzzfest scheduled up against actual Major League Baseball games — things that count, real sports — is more than I can bear.

 

Mets flying high

Here are photos of airborne Mets in last night’s game, courtesy of the Associated Press:

And here’s Murph, just because:

About Murph: Plenty of people were killing him last night for the run the Nationals scored in the 8th inning. Jason Bay attempted a sliding catch on an Adam LaRoche pop-up but it bounced off the heel of his glove, then Murphy wasn’t quick to cover second and LaRoche advanced.

First off, let’s not forget that Bay is hardly a rangy left fielder and that many Major Leaguers would have made the play pretty easily and without sliding. I suppose it’s easier to blame Murphy for a mental error than Bay for lacking the physical ability to make the play, but it’s not as if it was guaranteed that LaRoche would have been out at second even if Murphy were hugging the bag from the beginning. Also, Murphy was not responsible for the passed ball that moved LaRoche to third, allowing pinch runner Brian Bixler to score on a sacrifice fly.

Anyway, point is Murph is crushing the ball. All players make errors and we’re going to pick out and pick on Murphy’s because we have it in our heads that he’s a bad defender and we know he’s playing a new position. But when he’s hitting like this, you have to tolerate the mishaps knowing that he’s still producing more runs at the plate than he’s costing the team in the field.

Six in a row, huh? Probably shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves, but at least this will quiet the 120-loss set.