Pedro Feliciano stuff

Feliciano would likely end up earning around $4 million in arbitration, assuming the Mets offer it to him. He’s rumored to be seeking at least a two-year deal. He’s letting more runners on base, he’s pitched a ton of innings over the last few seasons, he’s walking more and striking out less, and he showed he’s not very effective against right-handed batters last season, at least to the extent that he should be used as anything more than a situational lefty. So, is it wise to sign a 35-year-old situational lefty, with a lot of mileage on his arm, to a two-year, $8 million deal? I don’t know that it is.

Feliciano is a Type B free agent. In other words, if the Mets offer him arbitration and he signs with a new team as a free agent, they will be rewarded a draft pick between the first and second rounds.

Matthew Cerrone, MetsBlog.com.

I’ve written about this before, but offering Feliciano arbitration seems like a no-brainer to me. Worse comes to worse, he accepts, then wins in arbitration and you end up slightly overpaying a pretty damn good and unbelievably durable situational lefty — something you’re probably going to need anyway.

Best-case scenario, he declines and signs elsewhere and you get a free sandwich-round draft pick.

Mmm… sandwich round.

Is yours the “pitiful” face of binge drinking?

Look: I don’t want to make light of binge drinking, at all. I recognize that alcohol can be just as dangerous as plenty of illegal drugs, and is responsible for all sorts of heartache, injury, illness, death, pain, everything. And, truth be told, I don’t drink all that much or all that often.

But I couldn’t help but feel some sympathy for the fellow whose picture accompanied the print edition of the Daily News’ feature on New York’s “BOOZE EPIDEMIC!” today.

The caption says, “Pitiful sight of empty bottles and a drunken man illustrates the depth of the growing drinking problem revealed in a new city Health Department survey.”

And the guy looks like this:

I mean, let he who has not passed out in the corner of someone’s apartment among a pile of empty bottles cast the first stone.

Even when I do drink I’m not really a wine guy, and I’m not certain wine is typically associated with binge drinking, but if this guy’s into drinking five full bottles of wine and two bottles of beer before knocking off in the corner, I’m in no position to judge.

Who knows what happened to him earlier that day? Perhaps he got dumped by his significant other, lost his job, or watched the Giants lose to the Cowboys on Sunday.

Or maybe, he was working in his job at a stock-photo provider, and someone was like, “Hey Frank, you wanna pose for a picture of a passed-out drunk guy?” And Frank agreed that would be pretty hilarious, so he pretended to sleep in the corner while the photographers set up a bunch of empty wine bottles around him, taking care to make sure none of the labels faced the camera.

Anyway, if by any slim chance anyone knows this guy, please let me know. He’s ripe for an interview. Perhaps we can coach him through his problems.

Murphman-Turner Overdrive?

I wrote a bit about the Mets’ second-base situation yesterday, and the more I think about it, the more I am intrigued by the possibility of a Daniel Murphy-Justin Turner platoon.

Offensively, the pair would likely represent a pretty massive upgrade over the woeful .226/.307/.285 production the Mets got from their second basemen in 2010 (although, really, who wouldn’t?). Bill James projects a .281/.339/.455 line for Murphy in 2011, which seems reasonable given his .275/.331/.437 career mark, and which would place him among the better-hitting second basemen in the Majors.

While I can’t find any 2011 projections for Turner, Dan Szymborski translated his impressive performance in Triple-A in 2010 to a .288/.340/.434 Major League mark — though since Turner’s 2010 was his best season so far offensively, that line is probably a bit optimistic for 2011.

Still, Turner mashed lefties in a small sample in Triple-A last year, and Murphy hits better against right-handers, as left-handed hitters often do. Combined, they appear apt to offensively outperform any available free-agent middle infielder.

The question, of course, is their defense. Murphy is playing second base every day in the Dominican Winter League, though I haven’t heard any reports about how that’s actually going for him. For all Murph’s calamities in left field, he appeared to the eye and to the stats (in an inadequate sample size) to be a pretty good and even particularly rangy defender at first base.

How that translates to the more difficult position remains to be seen (or perhaps has been seen, but by people other than me who haven’t reported it).

There’s no real good way to know from a desk in Manhattan whether Murphy (or Turner, for that matter) can capably field second base at the Major League level, or if their deficiencies there would cost the Mets more runs than their bats would produce. The decision has to come down to a scouting assessment.

The three pitchers set for the Mets’ 2010 rotation — Mike Pelfrey, Jon Niese and R.A. Dickey — all accrue a decent-to-heavy number of ground balls, so the defense behind them is pretty important.

But if the Mets feel Murphy and Turner are up to the challenge, the pair could provide a nice, inexpensive solution with offensive upside, instantly improving the team at the keystone and buying time to determine which — if any — of their prospects at the position deserves the job for the long haul. And since Murphy can play a little first base, third base, and left field if necessary, and Turner has played shortstop and third in the Minors, they don’t handicap the team’s flexibility when they’re on the bench.

The Book of Eli

Last year, of course, the Giants started 5-0, hit the halfway point at 5-3 and then went 3-5 over the final eight games. Instead of saying he planned to assert himself as a leader and remind his teammates to fight through adversity and learn from last year’s collapse, Manning seems to think what happened in the past stays in the past.

That’s short-sighted….

“Athletes don’t think that way. We don’t think that way.”

But doesn’t it go deeper than simply thinking about the next game?

“No, it doesn’t,” Manning said. “You prepare. You play Philly. You prepare for your next game and you go play. It’s all you can do. It’s all you think about. The only thing I’m worried about is Philly’s defense and their scheme and us getting ready for them.”

Gary Myers, N.Y. Daily News.

As Chris M pointed out in the comments section yesterday, just last week everyone was penciling the Giants into the Super Bowl. They played poorly against Dallas, no doubt, but it’s still one game.

While it’s hard to fault Myers for pointing to the Giants’ second-half struggles under Tom Coughlin, it’s also difficult to determine exactly the source of those struggles. Certainly the ever-present spectre of randomness could play a part.

Otherwise, if we’re absolutely desperate for a good reason the Giants have gone 41-15 in the first halves of their regular seasons and 20-29 in the latter halves under Coughlin, I’d guess it has more to do with strategy and the coaches’ inability to adjust the Giants’ gameplans for teams that have a half-season worth of video to scout than the complacency and lack of accountability Myers seems eager to diagnose.

Because Manning’s quotes in the column seem to embody exactly the type of mental fortitude we usually celebrate in winning players and teams. Mariano Rivera, most notably, is constantly praised for his ability to put his rare mishaps behind him and focus on the task at hand.

I can’t say that this is necessarily the case for all athletes, but it seems that — and Manning suggests — they are generally better served planning for the next challenge then worrying about the past or distant future (those responsibilities fall on the coaches and GMs).

Plus Manning is probably in a no-win situation when asked if he’s thinking about the past: If he says he is, he’s sure to be lambasted for letting the “collapses” get into his head. If he says he isn’t, he’s guilty of “short-sighted” thinking.

Once again, Mets probably need a second baseman

So I’ve slacked really hard on my position-by-position review of the Mets farm system. Well, that and the team went out and hired a new General Manager and reshaped the entire front office, which is kind of a big deal. I’m using these to start lining up my thinking for my overall rankings. I want to finish the infield with shortstops and third baseman this week and finish the series the week after.

So, today we move on to second base. Second base was a black hole for the Mets in 2010. By Fangraphs’ WAR, the team’s -0.4 WAR was the second-worst in all of baseball, ahead of only the Cleveland Indians. The Mets’ keystoners combined on a .269 wOBA, making their offensive contribution dead last in all of baseball. Since the Mets derived so little value from secondbase in 2010, it should be the easiest place to improve in 2011.

Toby Hyde, MetsMinorLeagueBlog.com.

Toby’s right, you know. Second base should be the easiest place for the Mets to improve in 2011.

Problem is, I’m not sure there’s an obvious answer. Everyone loves Orlando Hudson, and if he’s available for as reasonable a cost as the one-year, $5 million deal he got from the Twins last year, he seems like a good choice for a quick upgrade. According to Fangraphs, Hudson has not been worth less than $5 million — or less than $7 million, really — since 2003.

For a while I was certain the Mets would be best-served by signing a utility guy who could open up the season starting at second, back up shortstop, and transition into a backup role if and when one of the Mets’ younger second-base options proved worthy of everyday play. I mentioned Edgar Renteria as a possibility in this space, and I know others have brought up Juan Uribe and David Eckstein.

None of those guys represents as certain of an upgrade as Hudson does, though they should all come a bit cheaper. Hudson has never played shortstop in the Majors or Minors, though, so his acquisition would mean the Mets likely need an additional infielder to back up Jose Reyes. Ruben Tejada could theoretically field both middle infield positions in the Majors, but it seems silly to commit a 21-year-old to a backup role when he could be polishing his game in Triple-A.

Justin Turner has a career .806 OPS in over 200 games at Triple-A. He played some shortstop and some second base for the Bisons in 2010, though I don’t know much about his defensive acumen.

If the Mets opt not to look outside the organization for middle-infield help, Turner probably represents their best option. Daniel Murphy is now playing second regularly in the Dominican Winter League, though, again, I have no idea how he’s performing at the position. If Murphy can capably field the spot, perhaps he could fill the lefty-hitting half a platoon with Turner.

But again, I’m not sure there’s an obvious choice. With Murphy, Turner, Tejada and Reese Havens in their system, it seems like the Mets would be best served not handing out any multi-year deals to veteran options. At the same time, none of those prospects (except perhaps Turner) appears ready to man the position in the short term.

These thoughts are haphazardly compiled because I’ve had a long day of meetings and studio responsibilities, and I’ve got to leave early to boot. And I feel like I’ve been trying to come up with a good, creative way for the Mets to fill their second-base spot every offseason since I started writing for SNY.tv in 2006. At this point I might be out of ideas, so if you’ve got any, feel free to share ’em.

And of course, they’ve still got Luis Castillo under contract for another year.

On conspiracy theories, briefly

OK, if you feel like hatching a conspiracy theory, by all means, go ahead. They’re fun sometimes, and ever now and then touch on a kernel of truth, no matter how silly or outlandish they seem.

But if you don’t bother providing or even considering the motivation driving the conspiracy you fear, your theory will lack punch.

For example, if you were to say that the government puts chemicals in our food to make us gay — as at least one person unironically has — you must then tell us why: To control the spiraling population.

Although the entire idea is ridiculous, at least you’ve provided a vaguely viable motive. It would probably behoove the government to control the population, even though “the government” as a single unified entity does not really exist, nor, clearly, does it have the wherewithal or organization to enact a scheme so nefarious.

If you were to argue, then, that the media is out to get someone, you must tell us why the media would be out to defame that specific person. Otherwise, it makes no sense. Even if “the media,” like “the government,” were a single agent operating on behalf of a single agenda — even if we’re granting that, though it’s clearly not true — you must define that agenda and explain why it benefits the media.

When I was in high school, I spent a lot of time thinking — maybe fantasizing — that certain teachers “hated me.” This is a common refrain among high school students with disappointing grades: My chemistry teacher hates me; all my teachers hate me. I figured certain segments of the faculty got together over lunch and talked about what a wiseass I was and how they were going to make my life hell.

Then I went back and worked in that very same high school, and realized that it is an extremely rare case when a teacher actually hates a student. The worst teachers are completely indifferent to their students, the best ones want badly for their students to succeed.

For a teacher to hate a student, he would have to be both emotionally invested in his work yet not interested in or actively opposed to one student’s success: contradicting objectives. And on the rare occasion that an insubordinate kid’s name actually does come up at lunch in the faculty, maybe one teacher will shrug and say, “kid’s a pain in the ass,” but it never, ever launches a plan to conspire against that kid.

I realized then that my high-school teachers more likely felt for me some combination of pity, impatience and frustration, or, in many cases, just didn’t really feel anything at all besides, “I must shut this kid up to control the classroom.” They have no strong motive to conspire against their students, so they don’t do it.

So please, if you’re a fledgling conspiracy theorist, take heed: For your conspiracy theory to make sense, you must explain how it benefits the interests of those conspiring.

Sandwich of the Week

You probably won’t be able to recreate this sandwich at home. After my pulled-pork experiment last month, I ate obscene amounts of pulled pork and still wound up freezing a bunch of it.

I dug it out of the freezer last week in an attempt to make chili, substituting it for turkey and vaguely following this recipe, in that chili recipes are ever really followed.

Problem — I guess I should say “problem” — was that I wildly underestimated how much pulled pork I was working with, not to mention pulled pork’s surprisingly absorbent nature. I wound up with a giant pot full of chili-inspired pork glop, undoubtedly delicious but not soupy or stewy enough to really be called chili.

For the purposes of this write-up I’ll still refer to it as “chili” because “pork glop” doesn’t sound overwhelmingly appetizing and I can’t think of any way to accurately describe the stuff that does. Plus, consistency issues aside, it’s still flavored like chili, which is what mattered most for the purposes of the following sandwich.

The sandwich: Chili-cheeseburger from the analog Tedquarters in Westchester.

The construction: Burger with cheddar cheese, pork chili and a dollop of sour cream on a toasted challah roll.

The sour cream and chili I had already. The ground beef, cheese, and rolls I bought at the Grand Central Market, before my commute and after a late-day sandwich epiphany at work.

Important background information: I’ve mentioned this before, but I really can’t stress it enough: You really want the fattiest beef you can find for good burgers. In-N-Out uses chuck that’s 40% fat, which is way, way fattier than you can normally find at the supermarket. Five Guys uses beef with 20% fat, which is about the upper limit of reasonable.

I was working with ground sirloin here, which — while more impressive-sounding to guests, or something — means it was a lower fat content than I’d like to use for burgers, probably about 10% or so. I seasoned it with a little black pepper. Sometimes I go overboard with seasoning the beef and in this case I didn’t want the burger to overwhelm the chili.

“Seasoning the beef” sounds like it could be a euphemism, though I have no idea what for. In this instance I mean it literally.

What it looks like:


How it tastes: Eh, pretty good. I could have done better, I think.

For one thing, I overcooked the burgers a little bit. It was my first time cooking burgers on the stove for the season, and I guess I overshot how long I’d need to grill them on there, accustomed as I am to the barbecue. But that’s not a great excuse; truth is I just didn’t time it right. I wound up with burgers that were decidedly well-done, and I’d have preferred them on the rare side of medium.

The chili was, like I said, spicy and delicious, and definitely worked really well on the burger. But as I feared, the flavor of the chili was a tiny bit overwhelmed by the burger — not because I overseasoned the meat, but because I probably made the burgers a bit too thick (if that’s even possible). The cheddar cheese, too, got lost in the mix. The slices were real thin, and I’m not certain I even tasted it with all the other stuff going on.

My wife raised her eyebrows a bit about the presence of the sour cream, but I figured if I like sour cream on chili, I should also like a little on a chili-cheeseburger. I was right — it added some moisture (remember: both the chili and burger were drier than I’d like), combined well with the chili, and gave the whole thing a bite that it didn’t get from the cheddar.

I chose the challah rolls by default — they were the only roughly burger-sized roll at the Grand Central Market and I really didn’t feel like stopping somewhere else. But that turned out fortuitous, as the sweetness of the challah added a whole different dimension to the burger. Really, the rolls were probably the best part. Hat tip to Zaro’s.

All in all it was good, but it didn’t match my hopes. Give it a 9 for inspiration and a 5 for execution, which is pretty much the story of my life.

What it’s worth: Not easy to estimate since I had some of the ingredients already, and bought way more than two slices of cheese and everything (plus it was almost a full week ago now). I think these things cost me about $6 each, plus about 20 minutes of prep time.

How it rates: 70 out of 100.

For some reason, Steve Phillips afraid of Rex Ryan

So there is no doubt, absolutely none, that plenty of NFL types – whether it be Ryan critics in the media, club executives or other assorted pigskin riffraff – would like nothing more than to knock that smile off Rex Ryan’s face before stapling his mouth shut. They would love to be holding that picture up Sunday after a Jets loss to Cleveland, saying: Is Rex laughing now? When’s his next Yuck Barn appearance?

“It (Ryan’s shtick) was unprofessional,” Brandon Tierney said Thursday on ESPN-1050. “…I’m having a hard time separating the ‘fun’ from the Jets not playing crisp football. They better win the game (Sunday).”

Even those who enjoyed Ryan’s hijinks were dubious. Such as SXM Radio’s Steve Phillips.

“As a (former) GM, watching him (Ryan) and listening to what he has to say makes me scared,” Phillips said on the air Thursday.

By no means is this anything new. When it comes to Ryan the song remains the same. In July, the chorus swore Ryan and Co.’s decision allowing HBO’s “Hard Knocks” cameras to invade the “privacy” of Gang Green’s Cortland training compound would return to haunt and hurt the team this season. The Jets were not only putting themselves in a position to be mocked, but giving the competition even more incentive to pound them.

Bob Raissman, N.Y. Daily News.

Y’all know how I feel about sanctimony in general, but on top of that, it’s really weird to me how many people seem so certain that Ryan’s wig stunt represented some sort of nefarious and calculated plan to draw attention away from the Jets’ sloppy play against Detroit.

I mean, have none of these people ever had a sibling? Could the truth not be the simplest possible explanation: That Ryan is actually just having fun, and seizing the opportunity to taunt his twin brother? The awesome Times feature from earlier this week really made it sound like the Ryans have a pretty healthy, active rivalry going.

And Rob Ryan does indeed have pretty silly hair, and Rex is probably pretty excited to be able to lord his weight loss over his brother, so, you know, why not dress up like  him and take some potshots?

Perhaps I’m biased because I’m a Jets fan and I happen to think Rex Ryan is boss. I just don’t really get why we should be listening to odd and haphazardly directed sanctimony from Steve Phillips of all people, when it strikes me that NFL players probably get pretty motivated for games on their own, regardless of what the other team’s coach has said or done in press conferences that week.

And you don’t have to remind me that bulletin boards exist. I get that. But if you could somehow prove to me that mid-week trash talking actually affects the outcome of games even the tiniest bit, I’d be a lot more open to all the bluster.

On Wally Backman

Obviously, a real leader isn’t just somebody who has ideas you agree with, nor is it just somebody you happen to believe is a good guy. A real leader is somebody who, because of his own particular power and charisma and example, is able to inspire people, with “inspire” being used here in a serious and noncliche way. A real leader can somehow get us to do certain things that deep down we think are good and want to be able to do but usually can’t get ourselves to do on our own…. Deep down, you almost always like how a real leader makes you feel, how you find yourself working harder and pushing yourself and thinking in ways you wouldn’t be able to if there weren’t this person you respected and believed in and wanted to please….

Now you have to pay close attention to something that’s going to seem obvious at first. There is a difference between a great leader and a great salesman. There are also similarities, of course. A great salesman is usually charismatic and likable, and he can often get us to do things (buy things, agree to things) that we might not go for on our own, and to feel good about it. Plus a lot of salesmen are basically decent people with plenty about them to admire. But even a truly great salesman isn’t a leader. This is because a salesman’s ultimate, overriding motivation is self-interest — if you buy what he’s selling, the salesman profits. So even though the salesman may have a very powerful, charismatic, admirable personality, and might even persuade you that buying is in your interests (and it really might be) — still, a little part of you always knows that what the salesman’s ultimately after is something for himself.

David Foster Wallace, Up, Simba.

The social media website Twitter no longer exists. It has been replaced by a chat room dedicated to a constant, heated debate over the merits of Wally Backman as a potential manager for the Mets.

Backman’s ardent supporters point to his winning records at nearly every Minor League stop since he started managing in the late 1990s. They argue that if he was deemed apt and experienced enough to manage the Major League Diamondbacks in 2004 — before he was unceremoniously stripped of the job due to legal and financial troubles a few days later — then he is certainly ready to helm a big-league club now, a full decade removed from his last publicized off-field incident and with six more years of personal and professional experience.

Backman’s detractors point out that he has yet to succeed beyond Double-A and hasn’t even managed above A-ball since 2003. They show that his Minor League clubs perpetually finish first or second in their leagues in sacrifice bunts, a strategy mostly eschewed by the Sandy Alderson set since they volunteers away an offense’s most precious commodity: outs.

Backman seems to have become some odd sort of mustachioed prism through which Mets fans can see either an opportunity to break with the team’s recent past or continue it.

The pro-Backman camp says his emphasis on fundamentals and his fiery attitude will bring a welcome change from the lackadaisical and often sloppy squads that played under Jerry Manuel. His supporters sometimes claim that his connection to the great 1986 world champion club gives the Mets an opportunity to partly right the great wrong they did when they opened their new ballpark in 2009 with almost no regard for the team’s history.

And they maintain that Backman will, perhaps unlike Manuel, go to great lengths to protect his players and inspire their trust — often citing the time Dan Uggla said, “I would have run through a brick wall for him.”

The other side argues that both the fire and the tie to the ’86 team amount to a sideshow, and, if he is hired, would indicate that the Mets were continuing their nasty habit of concerning themselves more with selling ticket and advertising in February than winning ballgames in June. They point out that his history of off-field problems and on-field meltdowns mean he could bring even more embarrassment to a team that has suffered way too much of it in the past couple of years.

Backman’s critics don’t often mention — though they probably should — that it is a very rare moment indeed when a baseball player will go on the record demonstrating anything but wholehearted support for his manager, that Mets players often publicly backed Manuel even as he ushered them under the proverbial bus in 2010, and that Dan Uggla really looks like the kind of dude who’s just waiting for an excuse to try to run through a brick wall.

But you know all these arguments. Presumably, if you’ve read even one Mets-oriented blog besides this one, you’ve seen them turned inside out and flipped over and beaten half to death. Somewhere at the center lies Backman, and the actual truth as to whether he’d be the right manager for the Mets in 2011 and beyond.

I should mention now, once again, that I have long felt the role of field manager is wildly overrated. J.C. Bradbury yesterday published academic research suggesting exactly that. The idea is not that just anyone can manage a Major League club, but that there’s a baseline level of ability for the men that are hired to manage in the Majors, and that their differences don’t often account for a hell of a lot in terms of wins and losses or player performance.

That said, the Mets do still need a manager for 2011 and there’s no way to argue that Alderson and his capos wouldn’t be best served by identifying and hiring the best man for the job.

The odds on Backman seem long: He is only one of at least seven men interviewing for the position, he does — for better or worse — lack experience at the Major League level, and though it’s impossible to know now how willing he’d be to jump on board with Alderson’s top-down organizational philosophy (and likely abandon all that bunting), his reputation does not seem to mesh with what the Mets’ new front office has traditionally sought in a manager.

But of course, there is something more with Backman, something that apparently earned him at least one advocate in ownership, something that inspired all the breathless support on the Internet (and likely the subsequent backlash), and something I can attest to myself:

Backman is charismatic. He makes people excited about baseball, and he makes people excited about him.

In a player, the quality is meaningless. No one but beat writers really cares that Jeff Francoeur lights up a room with his smile when he’s getting on base less than 30 percent of the time.

That might not be the same for a manager. After all, if Backman could arouse all the excitement in bloggers and media that we read daily on what-used-to-be Twitter, we must at least consider that he does the same to players.

I opened this post with a quote from Wallace’s stunning recap of his week on John McCain’s campaign trail. Wallace struggled to determine if McCain was a great leader or merely a great salesman, and I am left wondering the same about Backman.

When I sat with him in Brooklyn and asked him about the time he threw 22 bats on the field in an Indy league game, Backman seemed to indicate that it was at least partly an act, a demonstration to his players of how far he’d go to back them up. But I remembered later a conversation I had long ago on the now-defunct NYMetscast with Mike Janela, a young broadcaster doing play-by-play for the game. Janela told me about how Backman also stormed the press box after the incident, enraged over a sanctimonious comment on the radio broadcast. If it was part of an act, Backman was taking it to Andy Kaufman-esque lengths.

What I know for certain is that Backman has to date inspired both a lot of passion, something that likely would indeed sell tickets and earn the team much-needed revenue, and a lot of bunting, something that would likely frustrate plenty of fans and perhaps also the team’s front office. Whether he is a great leader or a great salesman, and whether any of it matters even a little bit, I cannot say.

Wally Backman lobby spiraling out of control

Anyway, I know a lot of people disagree with me on Backman. Reasonable people can disagree on the matter. It just seems that reasonable people who have taken issue with me on the guy have done so for what I’ve actually said rather than invented fantasy reasons like me thinking that Backman deserves to pay penance for filing bankruptcy or whatever. I don’t give a hoot about that. My team was managed for the past 20 years by a guy who was involved in a domestic violence incident for cryin’ out loud. I’m not inviting Bobby Cox or Wally Backman into my home, but I’m not going to say that disqualifies them from a job in which it has been proven that even drunk, violent jerkwads can be effective. It’s business, not personal. And if I’m totally wrong about what I think Sandy Alderson wants in a manager and he goes ahead and hires Backman? Great, I was wrong. I’ll admit it and do my best to understand it.

But I sure would like the crazy faction of Backman supporters — which Costa either is or is pretending to be — to admit that Backman is not the Alpha and Omega of managerial candidates, that he does lack experience compared to other candidates, and that if he is ultimately hired by Alderson, he would be an unconventional pick given Alderson’s track record. That’s all I’m saying.

Craig Calcaterra, Hardball Talk.

Excellent writeup by Calcaterra recapping his getting accosted on talk radio for “slandering” Wally Backman. If you say that Wally Backman should not or probably won’t be the Mets’ next manager, you are sometimes accused of slandering him. That’s the direction this bizarre, unending debate has taken.

More on Backman coming in a bit.