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Friday Q&A, pt. 2: Mets stuff
https://twitter.com/MetsLegacy/status/251701574416605185
An outfielder and it’s not close. Josh Thole struggled this year but I don’t think the Mets should bail on him quite yet; he’s still only 25, he’s a lefty-hitting catcher, before this season he always got on base at a reasonable clip, and he can catch the knuckleball. None of those qualities is easily replaced. I don’t know if his offensive nosedive this season is related to the concussion or plain old-fashioned randomness, but either way the Mets should keep him around for 2013. Is he a Hall of Famer? No. Is he even an every day big-league catcher? I’m not sure. But with a decent righty-hitting complement (Kelly Shoppach, for example), Thole’s a fine low-cost option behind the plate to allow them to focus their offseason efforts elsewhere.
Like, say, in the outfield. Right now the Mets’ best and arguably only Major League outfielder under contract for 2013 is Mike Baxter. And Baxter’s resume is barely 200 at-bats long. A healthy Kirk Nieuwenhuis should help somehow too. But that’s two and they both hit left-handed. They need to bring in multiple outfielders this offseason.
Yes? No? Maybe? Depends on the deal?
https://twitter.com/TommBauer/status/251690470885961728
Two reasons: 1) They got our hopes way up and then fell apart, so we had time to reset those expectations. I suspect if they came out of the gate 5-13 like they did last year and had been 67-71 since, we’d be discussing this season in very different terms. But then if ifs and buts were candy and nuts, etc.
2) LOLMets
https://twitter.com/jeffpaternostro/status/251688009676775425
I don’t know if I can name all of them off the top of my head. Obviously Mike Piazza represents the top of the line for Let’s Go Mets rally-video stars. I know Kevin James’ is terrifying and Chris Rock’s is enjoyable, the caveat being that I find most things Chris Rock does enjoyable. John Cena’s doesn’t really do it for me. I’m not a big pro-wrestling guy and I find the way he’s flexing both distracting and emasculating.
I do wish more of the celebrities could actually nail the appropriate rhythm of the Let’s Go Mets chant. It’s not like it’s hard. Why does Kevin James feel the need to syncopate?
One of the many cool things about R.A. Dickey is that you just know he’s as psyched about Ralph Macchio’s endorsement as we are. I think it’d be cool if Paul Pfeiffer from the Wonder Years came out in support of Dickey too, both because then people would inevitably assume it meant Marilyn Manson was an R.A. Dickey fan and because you have to figure Paul Pfeiffer is true SABR. Turns out the actor is a lawyer in New York now. Could easily be a Dickey fan.
Friday Q&A, pt. 1: General baseball
Via email, Chris M writes:
What do you think of teams still having champagne celebrations for only clinching a wild card birth, considering under the new playoff format the wild card only guarantees a spot in a one game playoff?
I personally think the idea of this extra wild card being considered an additional “playoff berth” has been a farce from the beginning. A one-game playoff is not a spot in “the playoffs.” There is still only one wild card team that makes the playoffs, all they did was add a play-in game to get the wild card spot.
It’s kind of silly, but who wouldn’t seek out every possible excuse for a Champagne celebration? I feel like I should get one every time I come home from the gym. Plus, at the Major League level they seem like the type of thing that was once special but has now become so standardized that every team is constantly trying to outdo its predecessor with the biggest and most extravagant, like it’s Chipper Jones’ Super Sweet 16 or something.
As for the second part of the email, it’s all semantic, but I do think the actual Wild Card winner is the team that wins the play-in game, not both teams that clinch a spot in the play-in game. Right? Is that correct? Does it matter?
In any case, it’s still stupid: It’ll work out this year for the American League because there are a bunch of teams very close in the standings. But if the National League wraps up the way it is today, the Braves would have to play the Cardinals in a one-game play-in for the right to continue in the postseason even though over the course of a 162-game season the Braves have been seven games better than the Cardinals. Screw the Braves and everything, but that’s just ridiculous. The point of making the season so long is to allow the very good teams to distinguish themselves from the just kind of decent ones. One game should never be given so much impact in baseball.
Well, I don’t go that much in for awards not being given to me. But I’d say one possibly useful award would be one for the best setup man. And it’d only be useful if it became so sought after and so well-compensated that great relievers actually wanted to be setup men so they could win it. Anything that opened up good relievers to pitching middle innings would be cool, I think.
Alternately, I’d say a Platinum Glove Award for the single best defensive player in each league. But if that were chosen the way the Gold Glove Awards are, it’d hardly be a reliable standard of defensive excellence. Still, it’d be fun — in some grotesque way — to stomach the annual columns about why some very tall first baseman should win the award, and then the inevitable Internet backlash.
Finally, the Jeff Francoeur Award for a guy who we really want to honor in some way but can’t come up with any other excuse to do so.
https://twitter.com/JGPace/status/251689994568204288
Quite the contrary, I actually imagine we see a few more very good, long-term single-team players in the coming years. With smaller market teams enjoying more revenue and big free-agent contracts frequently fizzling, the trend appears to be toward teams locking up their young players to longterm extensions that buy out their arbitration years and the first few years of their free agency.
To name a few, Joey Votto, Joe Mauer, Ryan Braun and Troy Tulowitzki all have contracts that should take them until at least very deep in their careers with the teams that drafted them.
Also via email, real-life friend Bill passes along this link and asks, “Who should be the new president in the Nats’ race?”
Bill: I am a stalwart of the Stalwarts. It’s Chester A. Arthur or GTFO.
R.A. Dickey rules
Hey, you know who has had a nice season? R.A. Dickey.
Dickey looked atypically hittable in the early innings of the Mets’ 6-3 win over the Pirates on Thursday, then characteristically dominant late. By the top of the 8th — when Dickey came out despite 111 pitches already on his ledger — the Pirates appeared overmatched, just sort of haplessly waving at knuckleballs. If you missed it: Same thing you’ve seen all year.
With two outs and behind in the count, Travis Snider managed to foul off a few knuckleballs, then lay off a few more to draw a walk. Terry Collins pulled Dickey after his 128th pitch put Snider on first base, and the knuckleballer walked off the field to a standing ovation.
One too-exciting ninth inning later, Dickey was officially the Mets’ first 20-game winner since Frank Viola did it in 1990. Pitcher wins, you know — whatever. There are better ways to show how awesome Dickey has been this season, for sure. The 222 strikeouts and 2.69 ERA over 227 2/3 innings are nice places to start. But if celebrating this particular milestone means celebrating Dickey’s 2012, so be it. Plus, it’s not exactly as if he’s benefited from the 1927 Yankees’ offense.
One more time, in loving tribute
Neither a sleazy, pencil-thin effort like those that caught on in the 1950s and again in contemporary times among a slew of Brooklyn hipsters, nor one of the bushy horseshoe numbers befitting Harley Davidson owners, Keith’s mustache at once defines its breed while resisting more specific characterization. Wider than the toothbrush of Charlie Chaplin and cleaner than Wilford Brimley’s walrus-style ‘stache, it’s not a Rollie Fingers or a Salvador Dali or even a Fu Manchu; it’s the mustache your father kept for a couple of years during your childhood. It’s a mustache that announces, without pretense or irony:
I am man.
Don’t mistake this for false modesty because it’s actually the exact opposite: I’m rarely satisfied with the things I write. Sometimes I think they’re OK and sometimes I look back and enjoy them more than I did when I published them, but they seldom live up to the lofty goals I set for myself when I sit down to write them. But the post I wrote about Keith Hernandez’s mustache in 2007 was one I was pretty happy with upon its completion. I think I’ve grown as a writer since then and I’m not sure it entirely withstands the test of time, but it is for me a fun way to look back on the way I wanted to be writing five years ago, typos notwithstanding.
Sorry, sausage factory. I link it now not for that, but on this strangest of days as a loving tribute to a suddenly fleeting institution.
Weird times upon us
Weather permitting, today I will be hosting SNY.tv’s live stream of the public shaving of Keith Hernandez’s mustache at Citi Field before R.A. Dickey goes for his 20th win and seeks to regain command of the National League lead in strikeouts.
So, you know, everything about that.
I’ll have the link to the live stream closer to the time — it’s set to go off around 11:45 a.m. ET. It’ll be slow here until then as I get to Flushing and figure out exactly what I’m expected to do beyond stand there looking handsome and, ultimately, shocked.
Tyson Chandler’s photography available
Last year, a photographer named Ari Marcopoulos published a fan “zine”—a print publication circulated to a small audience—about Tyson Chandler, from when Chandler played for the Dallas Mavericks. He didn’t know if Chandler would even see it. As it turned out, Chandler was flattered by it….
And their unlikely friendship will be on display Wednesday at a Unicef benefit auction of Chandler’s photographs. The show’s 15 pictures include a portrait of ex-Knick Jeremy Lin and one of Carmelo Anthony in a towel. There is a print of Team USA’s locker-room whiteboard from the Olympic gold-medal game and even shots of exotic wildlife. The exhibit, called “A Year in a New York Minute,” was curated by Marcopoulos.
– Ben Cohen, Wall Street Journal.
Good read from the Journal on Chandler’s foray into the downtown art scene and his relationship with Marcopoulos, a one-time associate of Andy Warhol’s.
For me, all tall-man art exhibits start and end with Shaq’s, but good for Chandler for pursuing an off-court interest.
Sandy Alderson’s in-game interviews are a prism through which we see glory and doom
Sandy Alderson joined Gary Cohen and Ron Darling in the booth during last night’s Mets broadcast on this network. Lest anyone mistake this for criticism of said broadcast, I should note that no matter how Alderson presented himself and what he said, I would rather be watching and listening to the Mets’ general manager discussing the team’s outlook than the sights and sounds of Elvin Ramirez issuing bases-loaded walks in the middle innings of a meaningless September game, so Alderson made for a welcome addition.
A full transcript of Alderson’s interview is here. Reputedly and/or notoriously cautious and collected, Alderson confirmed that the Mets’ front office is aware of a bunch of stuff many Mets fans already know about. Looking a bit spent — as we all are, really — Alderson essentially said:
- The Mets do not have much power or speed. Early in the season they got on base a lot, but as the year dragged on, due to poor performances and shifting personnel, their plate discipline suffered.
- Players who do not play good defense need to hit enough to make up for it.
- The Mets may have to trade from positions of strength to fill areas of weakness.
- R.A. Dickey and David Wright are both very good and the Mets would like to extend their contracts, but it takes two sides to reach an agreement. If it becomes clear that an extension is unlikely in either case, the Mets will consider trading the player.
- Matt Harvey was pretty awesome.
- He does not think reports of Ike Davis’ partying will hurt Davis’ trade value and he hopes they do not hurt Davis’ relationship with the team’s front office, as Davis has power and the Mets need that.
- Etc.
Alderson has been funnier at times in the past, but not really any more revealing. That’s a good thing: It doesn’t really behoove the front office to divulge any of its offseason plans beyond making the team better. And Alderson has established himself as so careful in interviews that at this point, it seems like basically nothing he says beyond the plain facts will be taken on face.
If Omar Minaya were to pledge to fix the bullpen, we would say, “well, good” — as we once did when he pledged to fix the bullpen. If Alderson were to say the exact same thing, we’d wonder if he meant it or if he were actually planning to fix the outfield and employing some misdirection. If Minaya sat down next to me at a game, handed me a beer and said his fantasy football quarterback sucks, I’d be all, “I hear you, bro, I had Kyle Orton last year.” Alderson does it and I’m wondering if he’s trying to trade me his backup quarterback.
Maybe that’s oversimplifying and maybe it’s not fair, and probably I’m giving too much credit to Alderson and not enough to Minaya — or vice versa if you value disclosure over prudence. Either way it seems silly to read too much into anything we’re hearing out of the Mets’ front office on record about its offseason plans.
Yesterday, a report in the New York Post, citing a team source, had it in rather strong terms that “team brass has resolved to stick with [Jason] Bay” rather than eat the $19 million remaining on his contract for 2013. Less than half of this site’s readers believe it. Why not?
To the Post’s credit, the report is not that Bay is certainly staying, it’s that a team source said Bay is certainly staying. So maybe that’s true, and the team source is being utterly honest with the Post and knows for a fact that the team is committed to bringing Bay back for another go of it in 2013 despite his .525 OPS no matter what happens this offseason. Or maybe the source knows there’s no value in ripping Bay while he’s still on the club, his name’s nowhere on the story so he won’t be held accountable, and Bay’s got about as good a chance at opening the 2013 season in left field for the Mets as he does at the plate after an 0-2 count.
Today we have a report that the Mets’ payroll will remain around $95 million next season and that fans can rule out the offseason pursuit of big-name free-agent center fielders. Based on recent history, that seems a lot more believable than the Bay story. Still, I’m inclined toward skepticism only because I want to be skeptical and I’m a pathetic Mets fan hoping the team can find cash for B.J. Upton — a great fit at the right cost, I think — in the couch cushions somewhere.
Which is, I guess, the point: So much is reported on the Mets from so many angles based on so many sources that it’s pretty easy to endeavor the mental gymnastics necessary to isolate the news items we want to believe — for whatever reason — and shake off all the rest as nonsense or misdirection. I don’t want to believe the Mets will keep Jason Bay because I don’t want the Mets to keep Jason Bay. I like Ike Davis, so I’ll chalk up the story that the team thinks he parties too hard to either a) a rogue team employee speaking out his ass or b) a sneaky front-office insider trying to motivate Davis or back-handedly up Lucas Duda’s trade value by making the team appear more invested in him.
I don’t know what’s actually true and really it doesn’t much matter. I’ll know what the 2013 Mets look like in 2013. Doesn’t mean I won’t fret like hell about it until then, though.
Just curious
The New York Post is reporting that “there is ‘zero’ chance the beleaguered [Jason Bay] will be released this winter or asked to compete for a job in spring training.”
Taco Bell Tuesday
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s Taco Bell Tuesday!
Kind of a slow one though.
Massachusetts man demands faster Taco Bell: Police in Salem, Mass. responded to a disturbance at a local Taco Bell that started when a customer got mad that his food did not come quickly enough. I’d need to check out this particular Taco Bell to tell you who’s justified here. You may claim that anyone who gets upset enough over a Taco Bell wait to merit an emergency call is crazy, but I’d counter that I’ve waited over 20 minutes for my food at the Taco Bell in Elmsford, N.Y. on multiple occasions and that’s way crazier.
Pictures of Flamas Doritos Locos Tacos emerge: They look like the original Doritos Locos Tacos, it turns out. Slightly redder I think, but sometimes my monitor is weird.

Taco Bell working to end hunger even more so: I need to tread lightly because you never know what someone’s digging up on ol’ Glen Bell right now, but I, for one, am pretty glad that when Taco Bell gives to charity it’s on behalf of ending world hunger and not, you know, saving the world from gay marriage. I want my Taco Bell consumption to carry on unencumbered by politics, and a recent harrowing experience at Chick-Fil-A revealed to me that without some sort of bumper sticker that politely but explicitly asks people to not extrapolate my chicken-sandwich choices to imply anything whatsoever about my political beliefs, I cannot in good conscience eat Chick-Fil-A. That’s terrible, because Chick-Fil-A is delicious. And I know it all goes against my typical Sandwiches Uber Alles approach to everything. But it’s just too complicated now. The only statement of any kind I want to make with my fast food choices is, “I am a man who appreciates inexpensive food served quickly.” I don’t want to go in for much more than that.
Heretofore unknown Brooklyn Taco Bell emerges: I had no idea. That’s not an area I get to that often, but it’s good to know about regardless.
