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I spoke to Santana at Mets Fantasy Camp in February: He’s the White Sox’ director of scouting for the Dominican Republic, I believe. Nice dude.

Ray Knight is an on-air guy for MASN, as you may recall from his on-air awkwardness with the excruciating Rob Dibble.

The Wikipedia says Danny Heep has been the head baseball coach for the University of the Incarnate Word in Texas since 1998, in which time he has led the team to two conference championships. Rick Aguilera coaches at Santa Fe Christian High School in Rancho Santa Fe, California.

As for the rest of them? Well, SNY’s Mets on-air team is attempting to get every member of the 1986 club in the booth or on the phone at some point this season. Not sure how they’re going to pull that off with Lenny Dykstra, but I suppose he’s entitled to one phone call…

(That joke completely stolen from SNY.tv video producer Jeff.)

I haven’t. But I suppose this is as good a time as any to announce my intention to review every sandwich in Citi Field.

This is obviously a pretty big challenge, so I can’t commit to doing it all this season. If you add ’em all up, there are a ton of sandwiches available at the park and there’s only so many I’m willing to eat in one trip (specifically: one). Plus there are times I’m at the park when I’m working and too busy to stop at the concessions, and times when I’m just not that hungry. Also, I don’t really care for fish, so I might have to find someone (most likely my wife, if I can talk her into it) to fill me in on some of the options from Catch Of The Day.

Thus far I’ve only done the pulled pork and fried chicken sandwiches from Blue Smoke. I ate a Mama’s Special last week, so that’ll be reviewed sometime soon. Eventually I’d like to rank them all.

Of course, I normally like to actually do things instead of just saying I’m going to do things, and I haven’t really come with the Citi sandwiches yet. But I figure maybe announcing this goal will keep me working toward it.

So I’ll have the Keith burger eventually, is what I’m saying.

I mean obviously it depends on the sandwich. There are plenty of sandwiches that practically have to be hot: Burgers, hot dogs, chicken and veal parmigiana, cheesesteaks, most chicken-cutlet combinations.

But if you’re talking about a traditional deli sandwich, like, I don’t know, turkey with bacon, cheddar and mayo on a hero, I’ll take that cold actually. Because of the way some cheeses melt, hot versions of those sandwiches get pretty greasy and leave me feeling a little sick. I always objected to Quizno’s big ad campaign about how grilled sandwiches are necessarily better than ungrilled ones because it’s really a case-by-case thing.

One note: American cheese doesn’t get greasy when it melts because of an emulsifying salt invented by Joseph Kraft. That’s why you can make such a good grilled cheese so easily with American cheese. Judge me all you want: American cheese is rarely my go-to cheese choice, but I still think it’s delicious.

 

Ike Davis: Awesome?

Among  the bright spots for the Mets in the early part of the season is the play of young first baseman Ike Davis. Because of the amount of turnover on the Mets’ roster, on their bench and in the front office, Davis seems like he’s been in Flushing for a while now. But the 24-year-old has only 170 Major League games under his belt.

It’s silly to read too much into Davis’ hot start this season since it comes across only 95 plate appearances. But his .338/.421/.600 line in 2011 bolsters his career totals, and when trying to evaluate players it is best to use the largest sample of data available.

Davis can now boast a career 124 OPS+, precisely the average for NL first basemen in 2010. By the eye and by the stats, he has been excellent defensively at first base. And of course, Davis is a 24-year-old who entered big-league play last season with only 65 games above A-ball. So it’s reasonable to expect he’s still getting better.

It’s not reasonable to expect him to maintain this pace all season, since that’d place him among the very best hitters in the game and that’s a lot to ask for from anyone. But the hot start provides more evidence that he’s a viable Major League first baseman and can be a valuable piece of the Mets’ next contender, whenever that happens.

Also, his beard is good.

Yum foods branching out?

Yum Brands Inc. has made a preliminary offer to buy the remaining stake of Chinese restaurant chain Little Sheep Group Ltd. (0968.HK) that it does not already own as part of its ongoing international expansion.

Yum, the owner of KFC, Pizza Hut and Taco Bell fast-food brands, already holds a 27.2% stake in Little Sheep, which it purchased in 2009.

Little Sheep operates about 480 “Mongolian Hot Pot” restaurants in China, as well as several others in Japan and a dozen in North America. The Hot Pot concept involves consumers ordering raw meat, and then cooking it themselves in a boiling pot of soup at the table, similar to a fondu process.

Anne Gasparro, Market Watch.

There are a ton of KFCs and Pizza Huts in China, but I didn’t spot a single Taco Bell the entire month I was there (it was 2007, though, so hopefully things have changed since).

I did, however, enjoy hot pot at a place I believe may have been a Little Sheep. It was delicious. I know there are a bunch of hot pot places in Flushing and elsewhere around the boroughs and I’ve been meaning to go for a while, but if anyone has a strong recommendation I’m all ears.

Marry me Mikey P

Armed with the giant $105 million contract extension he signed last week, Milwaukee Brewers star Ryan Braun had to figure that he’d see an increase in the already-large number of marriage proposals he gets from female fans.

But who knew one woman would try to separate herself from the posterboard-toting pack at Miller Park by printing her cell phone number above her suggestion? And yet that actually happened on Friday night as the fräulein above made sure to place all 10 of her digits on her very earnest offer.

Duk, Big League Stew.

Good writeup from Big League Stew of a strange series of events in Milwaukee that ended with Ryan Braun reaching a cellphone with a full voicemail box.

But as a Shea Stadium employee during the 2000 season, I can assure you that Braun is by no means the first handsome bachelor ballplayer to be offered phone numbers via posterboard.

Vendors had to be at games two and a half hours before first pitch to get assignments. That process only took about 20 minutes, so there was a whole lot of sitting-around time. Usually I found a spot in the field level and read while the Mets took batting practice.

As soon as the gates opened, almost without fail, about five to ten women would stream down to the the area behind the Mets’ dugout with signs like, “MARRY ME MIKEY P!” or “The Future Mrs. Piazza” with an arrow pointing down. Often they’d have phone numbers on them.

Whenever Piazza emerged from the dugout for warmups, they’d yell and whoop for him — like everyone did those days, understandably — and he’d often acknowledge the crowd with a tip of the hat.

Thing is, probably anybody in Shea Stadium that summer would’ve happily married Mike Piazza if he asked. He was that type of hero.

Dr. Seuss, member of Team Ted

Dr. Seuss’s real name was Theodor Geisel. In 1925, as a Dartmouth College undergrad, Geisel — then 21 years old — and nine friends were caught, in his room, drinking gin. The problem? Prohibition. As part of his punishment, Geisel was not allowed to continue at the Lantern, Dartmouth’s humor magazine. A talented editorial cartoonist, Geisel did what many before him have done: donned a moniker, and participated under a pseudonym. In his case, under Geisel drew under the names L. Pasteur, L. Burbank, D. G. Rossetti, and one other — his middle name, Seuss. It obviously stuck — later with a made-up honorific.

Dan Lewis, Now I Know newsletter.

Who knew?

I mean, I knew Dr. Seuss’ first name was Theodor, but who knew he became Dr. Seuss because of prohibition? I think he just ousted The Great Gatsby as the best literary byproduct of the 18th amendment.

NFL owners can’t win, except in that they already have won because they’re billionaires

If the owners continue to push a lockout that has now been ruled illegal and harmful in U.S. District Court, they could end up being sued for damages. If the lockout is lifted by court order and the owners impose rules that restrict player movement and free agency, they could end up being sued for damages. Continuing to fight legal battles they appear unlikely to win could cost the owners considerably more than continuing the old collective bargaining agreement would have cost them.

It does not sound as if they realize this yet. They had this big conference call Monday night to plot strategy and came out of it saying they were still united. If these guys are smart, that will have to be nothing more than brave talk. Right now, the owners should be looking for the quickest and cheapest way out of this mess, and continuing to fight in court is not that way.

Dan Graziano, SNY.tv.

Good stuff from Graziano on Judge Susan Nelson’s decision to grant an injunction lifting the NFL lockout.

Baseball season has distracted me from the NFL’s labor dispute of late, but I’m happy the judge seems to be siding with the players. People dismiss the negotiations as “billionaires versus millionaires,” but fail to consider that a) there are many, many NFL players who are decidedly not millionaires and b) even the ones that are millionaires are undertaking a remarkably dangerous job that will provide only five years of healthcare coverage after retirement and a pension that kicks in at 55 even though their average life expectancy is 52. And when you’ve got the type of long-term health issues NFL players often face, paying your own medical expenses is a pretty solid way to burn through your coffers, no matter how large.

Of course, I’m not sure how much this injunction does to assuage those concerns. With 51st street currently lousy with pre-draft hubbub, though, I will say that it’s sort of shocking the NFL didn’t come up with a way to televise and monetize the judge’s ruling. Doritos NFL Injunction Special 2K11, featuring four dudes in shiny suits and hair gel barking about legal proceedings.

This article you sent me

Readers — you, for example — seem to like it when I angrily or sarcastically respond to silly columns from elsewhere about the Internet. Whenever I survey people to determine what it is that keeps them (you) coming back to this site, several always mention that type of post. A couple have even compared them to the classic tear-downs from FireJoeMorgan.com — a massive compliment because that site was, in my opinion, the greatest sports blog to ever grace the world wide web.

So pretty frequently I get emails from outraged readers pointing me to similarly silly columns and asking me to write about them. I appreciate it.

Recently, you may have noticed, I have not written any such posts. You have also very likely noticed that there has been no shortage of Mets “analysis” practically begging to be lampooned.

At some point, I will become frustrated enough with some ill-considered and insubstantial column that I’ll be overwhelmed with snarky fury and go to town, for better or worse. Bad columns — or ones we deem bad — can be so thoroughly and obviously bad that they make for easy blog posts, and since I spend a good deal of time coming up with ways to fill space on this site and keep you distracted during your workdays, they are always tempting bait.

Until then, I urge you to consider this: No one forces you to read any of it. The truth is that it’s en vogue to rip the Mets and most coverage of the team is going to be awash with negativity until they start winning more games. And because a large majority of people seem to hate nuance and love talking points, the coverage will most likely reflect that, too.

It’ll never be, “Sandy Alderson should make calculated decisions to better the Mets’ future while considering the ways short-term losses would impact the team’s finances,” or anything along those lines. It’ll always be “FIRE SALE OH MY GOD THEY’RE HAVING A FIRE SALE EVACUATE ALL THE SCHOOLCHILDREN!”

Here’s the uplifting part of it all: Thanks to the miracle of the Internet, we can all watch every game, interpret the stats and monitor the transactions. Heck, we can all write about it too. The main thing distinguishing you and me from whatever sportswriter has pissed you off is the size of his platform (and maybe a couple of anonymous quotes confirming his opinions).

So yes, I have seen this article you sent me and I, too, disagree with many of the sentiments expressed therein and several of the foundations upon which they are based. And by all means keep sending them, because at some point, like I said, I’ll get angry or lazy enough to write something about one.

Until I get there, remember that the negativity is inevitable. A cursory look at the Mets reveals a losing team coming off two losing seasons with owners mired in a scandal-tinged financial mess. Much of sports media, it seems, is more focused on reflecting public opinion than shaping it.

From the mailbag: Pitching prospects

Can you give us any insight into how optimistic we should get about the Mets’ minor league pitching prospects? Familia, Holt, Carson, Mejia, Cohoon, and Harvey are looking anywhere between decent and drool-worthy (Harvey), but I don’t want to get my hopes up unnecessarily.

Also, is it a good idea to move Harvey up from St. Lucie to AA at this point? Conventional wisdom seems divided between not wanting to rush the guy through the system and trying to make sure he’s competing at the level he deserves.

NeverSeenThemWinOne, via email.

There’s a saying, “There’s no such thing as a pitching prospect.” In a 2003 column for Baseball Prospectus, Joe Sheehan explains:

The principles behind TNSTAAPP are pretty simple. Pitchers are unpredictable. They’re asked to perform an unnatural act–throw baseballs overhand–under great stress, thousands of times a year. They get hurt with stunning frequency, sometimes enough to cost them a career, more often just enough to hinder their effectiveness. (Modern medicine has dramatically changed what a pitcher can do to his arm and still have a career.) Even the better ones–Andy Pettitte, for instance–have wide year-to-year variations in their performance. It’s only the very top 0.1% of pitchers who are consistently good year-in and year-out over substantial careers.

That’s major-league pitchers, who have proven themselves to be the best in the world at what they do, and are physically mature. Minor-league pitchers have all of the inconsistencies of the class, and are still developing in significant ways: physically, mentally and emotionally. If you can’t predict where most major-league pitchers will be two years out, it’s quite a conceit to think you can predict where any minor-league pitcher will be even one year out.

That.

It’s understandable to be pretty excited about the results coming out of the Mets’ crop of young pitchers this season — and you can throw Jeurys Familia into the group of guys NeverSeenThemWinOne listed. But pitchers being pitchers, Mets fans should be satisfied if the entire group produces two solid rotation pieces and a couple of good bullpen arms.

Of course, aces have to come from somewhere and it’s certainly better to develop one from within than to look for one in free agency, when he’s likely to be extremely expensive and on the cusp of decline. Mejia, Harvey and Familia seem to garner the most hype for their upsides, so it’s fun for fans to cross our fingers, follow closely and hope everything falls into place for one of them.

But it’s best to be reasonable. Mejia has yet to throw 100 innings in a season, in part because of the silly bullpen experiment from last season. Familia walked 5.5 batters per nine last year. Harvey is still only four starts deep in his professional career.

As for that, a bit of perspective: Mike Pelfrey, another first-round pick, was nearly as dominant as Harvey in his first four starts in High-A ball at 22. Big Pelf struck out 26 batters while walking only two in his first 22 innings, posting a 1.64 ERA.

Harvey supposedly throws a good breaking pitch, so the Pelfrey comparison is hardly a great one. But let it serve as an example of what top-flight college pitchers with mid-90s fastballs can do to A-ball hitters. And to be fair, it wouldn’t be a bad thing if Harvey winds up a league-average innings-eater like Pelfrey is. Sure, he wouldn’t be matching our massive expectations for first-round picks, but he’d be a valuable Major League commodity, something many, many top picks — especially pitchers — never become.

As for a promotion, this is far from my area of expertise but I’d guess the weather plays a role. Obviously pitchers have to learn to deal with crappy weather eventually, but since it does seem like the cold and rain increase the likelihood of injuries and since the Mets’ upper-level farm teams both play in upstate New York, there’s probably no sense pushing Harvey to a higher level until it warms up a bit around these parts. If he keeps pitching anything like this, I’d guess it’ll happen by June. I mean, he has a 0 ERA.

One other thing: Cohoon rarely gets any love on top prospects lists because he doesn’t have overpowering stuff, but he is a smart guy who throws strikes and has gotten results at every level. I’d love to see a study of how those guys end up compared to the Matt Anderson types (ie the exact opposite), but then I guess there’d be no scientific way of doing that since at some point you’d need to rely on subjective judgments.

Not that anyone’s listening to me

Thursday, Bud Selig said he thinks baseball is moving “inexorably” to a 10-team postseason for 2012, meaning two wild-card playoff teams in each league. Beginning the postseason with a pair of one-game, winner-take-all wild-card games is exactly what baseball needs. It needs the energy and the drama. It needs a bigger buzz or splash to open its postseason. Most importantly, its most critical games need an injection of that same “event” feel that blows NFL playoff TV ratings through the roof. Baseball has a chance to create that with a pair of wild-card play-in games.

Why do you think people watch “Dancing With the Stars”? They don’t have to be previously invested. They know it’s a self-contained time allotment. They know it’s a live event and at the end someone will advance and someone will go home. That’s Kirstie Alley out there for crying out loud and people are riveted and participating in the voting. Those are the people MLB has to get excited about its postseason: the casual fan who can buy into a do-or-die scenario for a night. They didn’t watch all 162 games during the season, but they’ll absolutely watch with everything on the line. That’s the consumer baseball needs to lasso here.

Steve Berthiaume, ESPN.com.

So look: I realize what Berthiaume is saying here is probably correct. Major League Baseball doesn’t need to pull any stunts to convince me to watch postseason baseball because I’m going to watch postseason baseball anyway, plus, I don’t know, 200-some regular-season games every year. I am the audience the league can depend on no matter what it does, which is, I guess, the thing.

But I still think adding a one-game Wild Card playoff is silly.

A big part of the reason I enjoy baseball so much is that it’s not “Dancing With the Stars.” In any single-elimination contest, a couple bad breaks or one down day could mean the more talented competitor is ousted by some sucker. The beauty of Major League Baseball’s 162-game regular season is that good teams have tons and tons of time to distinguish themselves from the bad ones, and though luck still plays a role, it’s exceptionally rare that some relatively crappy team just flukes its way into a World Series championship.

Adding a one-game playoff means an inferior team has the opportunity to advance in place of a better one on the strength of one game. And one game in baseball just isn’t enough to determine anything besides who won one game. Now look: Seven-game series are hardly big samples or proper indicators of talent, but they are certainly less capricious than single contests.

In every season since 2006, the American League Wild Card winner has been at least five games better than the next best Wild Card contender. That doesn’t make for very exciting postseason chases, sure, but it means the four best teams move on. Last year the Yankees finished six games ahead of the Red Sox. They play in the same division. Six games is so many more than one game. The Yankees spent 162 grueling games showing themselves to be better than the Red Sox. And you want to give Boston a chance to undo all that in one game?

I understand that part of the logic, or the rhetoric around it at least, is that it should be harder for Wild Card teams to reach the World Series. I suppose that makes sense, even if Wild Card teams frequently finish with better records than one of the division champs.

But while adding a Wild Card and a one-game playoff does indeed lessen the odds of a specific Wild Card team winning it all, because of the whims of short series it doesn’t really lessen the odds of any Wild Card team advancing. It just introduces one more (and one lesser) team into the equation.

To me — and this isn’t happening — the answer has always been expanding to 32 clubs, dividing the teams into eight four-team divisions and eliminating the Wild Card entirely. That way no division would be doubly rewarded for having several terrible teams in its basement and every playoff team would have won a pennant. Plus, adding a couple clubs might very well reintroduce some sexy, gaudy offensive numbers into the game, and shrinking the divisions could intensify the rivalries therein. In this economy, obviously, it’s unreasonable to expect. But hey, at least 50 new jobs!