Twitter Q&A

I haven’t tried that specific Steak N’ Shake, but I had a Steak N’ Shake burger in Florida and was underwhelmed. Despite all the hype around its arrival in New York, it doesn’t hold a candle to the new breed of highish-end fast-food burger places that have taken the city by storm. I only had one so, as with almost all sandwich reviews here, I’m working with a miserably small sample, but to me it’s not much of an upgrade over the best of the big fast-food chains (ie Wendy’s). Still tasty, don’t get me wrong, but not worth skipping Shake Shack or Five Guys for.

He’s certainly the early favorite. I haven’t had a good look at every one of the league’s rookies yet, obviously, but most of the good ones appear to have some sort of very baseball-y and typically late-90sish chin beard, and none can boast Nieuwenhuis’ flowing blond surfer-bro locks. If you’re strictly looking for guys who might be in an 80s movie, Bryce Harper has to be considered too. Also, Reds catcher Devin Mesoraco looks like he might play the best friend of the guy whose girlfriend dumps him for Kirk Nieuwenhuis.

I can’t speak for any of those guys and I won’t try to, but I can say that a) the once-endless SNY/Wilpon/Mets conspiracy theories are one of the more frustrating aspects of my job (not that Adam’s suggesting any of them here) and b) no one has ever told me what to write or what not to write. The only time I’ve ever heard from anyone at the Mets was when I misstated the terms of Cory Sullivan’s contract in a column criticizing the Mets for giving guaranteed Major League money to people like Cory Sullivan, when, in fact, Sullivan had a split contract.

The afternoon shows on SNY seem to rip the Mets as thoroughly and frequently as WFAN does at times. Bob doesn’t mince words about the Mets when he’s fired up about something in the post-game show. And I think the SNY booth is as critical of the team it covers as any in baseball.

Every now and then, yes. At Citi Field and in Port St. Lucie during Spring Training it happens pretty frequently, but maybe once a month around the city someone will say hello. It’s hilarious and awesome, and makes me feel a little closer to achieving my goal of a James Rebhorn-level of notoriety.

If you’re reading this and you do happen to see me out in public, by the way, please say what’s up. The ensuing conversation will probably be kind of awkward, but it makes me feel super awesome and cool. Also — and I’m hoping if I bury it in a Q&A post he won’t see this — if you ever see Matt Cerrone and I in a bar and you come up to me all like, “TED BERG! YES! I LOVE TEDQUARTERS SO MUCH!” and act like you have no idea who Cerrone is, I’ll buy you a beer. The opposite thing happens all the time, though I suspect there’s no acting involved.

Dude I thought you were an optimist. That coffee cup is half-full. But no, you probably shouldn’t drink it.

 

In case you missed it

I was at the St. Louis Cardinals game last night (I got to school in St. Louis), and brought a friend who is graduating but had never seen a baseball game live.  As they’re announcing the players, I lean over to him and point out Beltran.  “Watch him,” I said, “he’s really good at baseball.”

Little did I know Beltran was in a 3-for-30-something slump.

Little did it matter.

Bottom of the first, Beltran blasts a line-drive, no-doubt homer into right, the kind of homer you know is gone off the bat.

Bottom two, a selfish RBI for Beltran.

Bottom three, a homer just left of center.

Bottom five, single.  No score help, but considering that AJ Burnett was hammered for 12 runs in 3 innings before taken out, it didn’t matter much.

Overall, 4-5 night, 2 singles, 2 homers, 7 RBI.  Needless to say, my friend now knows the greatness that is Beltran.

Figured between baseball and Carlos Beltran being awesome, you might appreciate the story.

– Ben, via email.

He’s right, you know: Carlos Beltran is awesome, and I do appreciate the story.

Pleading the fifth

Assuming neither Matt Harvey nor Jeurys Familia is quite ready for prime time — which seems safe to assume given their results to date at Triple-A Buffalo — none of the Mets’ internal options to man the fifth spot in their starting rotation appears likely to thrill many fans. But with Chris Schwinden getting roughed up in his first two outings in Mike Pelfrey’s stead and Terry Collins neglecting to commit to a third start for the righty, now seems a good time to look at the pitchers the Mets could use in his next turn on Tuesday in Philadelphia.

Since the team can free up a 40-man roster spot by transferring Pelfrey to the 60-day DL, roster status isn’t a huge consideration. First, the incumbent.

Schwinden: Thanks to a breakout 2011 campaign in Triple-A, Schwinden earned the first call for the Mets and with it the tough task of starting games in Colorado and Houston in his first two outings. In eight total innings, he allowed four home runs and struck out only one batter, so it’s an understatement to say there’s not much to like about the way he pitched. But no matter how damning, eight innings’ worth of evidence is not a hell of a lot upon which to judge a guy’s Major League credentials. And looking at 2011 Minor League returns alone, Schwinden still seems like the best option of all the guys listed here. He’s suffering from a devil-you-know scenario, but if you believe an inexperienced pitcher like Schwinden might need some time to adjust to big-league hitters, you have to at least consider that calling on someone to replace him could mean returning to Square 1 in that regard.

Miguel Batista: The 41-year-old pitcher, poet and Kenny G fan has not started his season well and typically posts woeful peripheral stats, walking about as many hitters as he strikes out. But against the odds, Batista’s brand of magic has worked for most of his career: He has posted an average or above-average ERA+ in 10 of his last 11 seasons. He has been mostly used in relief the last three years, though, and adequate returns in short outings certainly don’t necessarily forebode them in starts. Plus, moving him into the rotation would mean finding another option to eat up innings in relief.

Jeremy Hefner: Hefner pitched three scoreless innings in relief after Batista’s short spot start on April 23 and is off to a nice start in Triple-A, yielding a 2.08 ERA in 26 innings over four outings. He hasn’t struck out a ton of batters above A-ball but he doesn’t walk many either, and though he got hit hard in the Pacific Coast League last year, so does pretty much everybody. Already on the 40-man, Hefner seems the most likely option to replace Schwinden if the Mets decide to do so. It’s no safe bet he’ll be any better, but he’ll be someone different if they want one.

Garrett Olson: Olson, you’ll recall, showed up at Spring Training with a sweet beard and an outside chance of making the Mets as the second lefty in the bullpen. He’s been working as a starter in Buffalo (with one relief appearance thrown in), sporting a 3.29 ERA in 27 1/3 innings. But he has walked 15 batters in that small sample and free passes have been an issue for him in the past. Neither that nor his 6.78 ERA in 44 Major League starts seem to bode well for his chances of helping the Mets in the rotation this season.

Dylan Owen: Owen started the season in Wally Backman’s bullpen in Buffalo, but has made a couple of strong starts in place of Hefner and Schwinden while they’ve been up with the big club. His most recent was a gem: He struck out seven and walked none in seven innings, allowing one run. Owen, a 5-11, 25-year-old righty, enjoyed early success in the Minors but has been plagued by the gopherball in recent years. In 183 1/3 Triple-A innings across parts of three seasons, he’s allowed 26 homers. It’s worth noting that Dillon Gee yielded longballs at about the same rate in Triple-A, but Gee boasted more strikeouts and fewer walks.

Collin McHugh: Dave suggested this on Twitter last night. The Mets have four starts with sub-3.00 ERA in Binghamton, but none has better peripherals than the right-handed McHugh. McHugh doesn’t throw overwhelmingly hard by Major League standards, but he throws a broad enough variety of pitches to get some strikeouts: More than a batter an inning in his 120 1/3 innings in Double-A without a ton of walks and with very few home runs. The Mets did not protect McHugh from the Rule 5 Draft this offseason, for whatever that’s worth, and bringing him up would mean skipping Triple-A, where – at least by reputation – pitchers learn what happens when they throw mistakes to professional hitters. McHugh keeps a blog and a funny Twitter account, though neither of those things is necessarily predictive of Major League success (Exhibit A: me).

And a little down the road:

Chris Young: Toby Hyde did a nice job dispelling the hope around Young on the podcast today. In short: Young is an injury-prone pitcher recovering from shoulder surgery. It’d be great for the Mets if he can return and make some starts, but it’s not something to bank on.

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Ee-yah

During today’s broadcast, Gary Cohen noted that Craig Biggio holds the modern Major League record for most times hit by pitch and that the all-time record belongs to a player from the 19th century named Hughie Jennings. Given the awful news about Junior Seau this afternoon, it doesn’t seem in good taste to make light of Jennings’ Wikipedia page about now, given Jennings’ habit of enduring terrifying head injuries. But it’s a colorful read in old-timey baseball stuff regardless.

Background check

I’ve been meaning to write this all down for a while and in light of the Deadspin/ESPN stuff, now seems like as good a time as any to actually do it. This is long and incredibly self-indulgent, for which I apologize. Site’s called TedQuarters. And I mostly want something handy to link when people ask.

I get emails pretty frequently from prospective media types wondering how I got my job and how they can get one like it. That makes sense: I have an awesome job that includes writing about the Mets (my favorite sports team), sandwiches (pretty much my favorite thing) and just about anything else I want as long as it meets with this network’s utterly reasonable standards of decency. And in addition to my administrative and editorial duties on SNY.tv, I get to host videos and podcasts, interview athletes and celebrity hairstylists, and attend all sorts of amazing events for free. It’s sweet. Keith Hernandez says hello to me at Citi Field. I met Shaq!

(Plus I have healthcare. That’s huge.)

Don’t take any of this as bragging or false humility. I think I’m pretty good at my job, but I also think there are countless unemployed or underemployed Mets fans out there who would love to have this job and could do just as well in it who just haven’t benefited from the series of events that put me here. And though I’m thrilled to have a job this cool, I’m never thoroughly satisfied with my standing. I’m vain enough to want my name to ring out in the streets, to want people naming haircuts after mine 2,000 years after I’m dead like Caesar. I sit down to write about Taco Bell with some hope I’ll churn out the greatest work of art ever created by man, then wind up disappointed every time I don’t.

Anyway, the point: I never mean to discourage anyone from trying to find a job like mine or employment in sports media because if I did, people clearly do. But I’m not sure any other job exactly like mine exists or that it’s easy to count on the type of randomness that put me in a job so perfectly tailored to the things I want to do.

I hosted a sports and comedy show on campus cable in college and interned at the sports desk for the Washington, DC Fox affiliate, but graduated in 2003 with no job lined up and no real direction. I wanted to go into TV, I thought, and probably sports. Ultimately I wanted to host a sports version of the Daily Show, like all those sports versions of the Daily Show that have since come out and failed (but better, obviously).

I moved back home with my parents on Long Island. I worked at the deli for a while, then coached football and subbed at my old high school, then worked at Macys.com and got fired for admitting I was pursuing a job elsewhere. That job — the NBC Page Program — put me through a series of five interviews over seven months then called to say thanks-but-no-thanks. I got a lead on a six-month position working as a production assistant on the ESPN25 series, but I couldn’t afford to move to Bristol on what they would have paid — especially since there was no guarantee it would have continued past the six months. I might have figured a way to make it work, but I was getting serious with my girlfriend (whom I later married) and playing in a new band I was psyched about.

Soon after I got fired at Macys.com, I started subbing again, then got hired as a full-time Teacher’s Assistant at the high school. Desperate for more money, I put up flyers around town advertising my services as an SAT Verbal tutor. My first student, Sarah, a smart and tireless worker who clearly just underperformed on her PSAT, went up 170 points. Word got out in the suburbs, and soon I had more students than I could handle.

I kept working at the high school, coaching football and tutoring in 2004 and the spring of 2005. With the money I saved from tutoring, I moved to Brooklyn that summer and entered a 40-credit interdisciplinary arts masters program at NYU, aiming to improve my academic resume to make myself a better candidate for doctoral programs and a life in academia. I left the high school but kept tutoring, and parlayed that into a part-time job in the writing center at Nassau Community College.

Sometime in early 2006, on a whim, I applied for a job at MLB.com on Craigslist even though I was a full-time student working two part-time jobs. Months later, just as the spring semester was finishing up and I was starting to look for more work for the summer, I got a call from someone there.

The guy, Richard, was the head of the partner-sites division. He claimed that in his first wave of hires, he had focused on tech-savvy editors and was now looking for people with better grammar. So he said my writing background appealed to him. It later came out that he plucked my resume from a reject pile because he thought it was funny that I included my experience as a Shea Stadium vendor and that my email address at the time was ted@awesomeburrito.com. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to hire me; he thought it’d be an entertaining freak show. I went in for an interview and we spent 45 minutes talking about food, which won him over.

I started working part-time at MLB.com a few weeks later and trained on SNY.tv, which was and still is run in partnership with MLBAM. I began working night shifts, cutting photos and posting Mets recaps, taking breaks to walk around the newly hip meatpacking district. One night, I briefly met a guy named Bob working at a nearby cubicle. Bob worked out of Maryland for another partner site, WCSN.com, but was in New York for training.

A few nights later, Bob called the late-night helpline that was set up for partners to call in with editorial issues. I was the only one in our section of the office, so I took the call. He was struggling to get a live video streaming on WCSN.com. I had no idea how to help him with that, but together we poked around the site’s CMS and figured it out.

The next time I saw Richard, he told me that Bob “raved” about how helpful I was and thanked me for putting out a potential fire. I asked if he was sure Bob meant me, because I didn’t think I helped that much, but I guess Bob liked to give credit where it was due — and sometimes where it really wasn’t.

After a few days off, I came in for my next shift and got that week’s schedule only to find I was set to work some 60 hours over six days. Richard pulled me aside.

“Sorry to schedule you for so many hours,” he said. “We won’t normally do that, but we need you to step up this week because of the Bob situation.”

“What’s the Bob situation?” I asked.

“Oh,” he paused. “He died.”

This is awful: It turned out that about a day after crediting me for something he hardly needed help with, Bob got hit by a car. Needing someone to fill his shifts and thinking — thanks to Bob — that I was some sort of CMS wiz, they scheduled me for most of them. I was hired as a full-time employee about a month later.

I wanted to write, and the good graces I earned by being thought good at managing the sites helped me do that. I took assignments on SNY.tv wherever possible, starting with a fan-reaction piece about Mike Piazza’s return to Shea and then covering odd sporting events around the city.

The editor liked the way I (over)wrote those articles, and when the site added team blogs in October, 2006, he accepted my offer to write the site’s Mets blog (later renamed a column). I worked mostly on WCSN.com in 2007 but got a season credential to Shea Stadium and maintained the blog (and finished my masters) in my downtime. As I became a little more vocal about my distaste for the Olympics sports covered on WCSN.com, my bosses started giving me more responsibilities on SNY.tv.

In fact, I learned that SNY was adding my current position — Senior Editorial Producer, for what it’s worth — because the job listing was sent to me to post on the website. And as I was adding HTML code around the responsibilities, I realized I was already doing most of them and applied. I was hired in December of 2007 and started working here at the beginning of 2008. This site launched in Oct. 2009 and immediately started dropping truth bombs like this one.

In case you somehow missed it

I rarely go in for writer-on-writer gossip, but Deadspin’s investigation of now-departed ESPN.com freelancer Sarah Phillips’ backstory is easily the most fascinating thing I’ve read on the Internet in months, at least in terms of its implications for the media and the people we deem authorities around these parts. It’s long, but worth reading in its entirety.

The messed-up thing? Now everyone knows who Sarah Phillips is, which means she’ll probably get hired somewhere else soon.

Girl-drink drunk

I’m hardly the authority on masculinity, but there are a slew of commercials now (and probably always) asserting that real men should choose one specific beer or liquor over another. And it strikes me that ordering drinks based on what a commercial says is manly is probably, in truth, about the least manly thing imaginable.

I enjoy so-called “girly drinks” without shame. I developed a taste for bourbon about five years ago so I don’t enjoy big pink beverages as often now as I did before that, but I’ve never had much patience for dudes getting broken up over my pina coladas. Have you had a pina colada, bro? It’s a f@#$ing coconut milkshake that gets you drunk. I’ve got nothing to apologize for. Same goes for daquiris, mojitos, mai tais, and — heaven forbid — beer with some sort of fruit slice in it. If it tastes good, I could hardly care less that you think there’s some sort of stigma attached.

What I have come to admire about Cole Hamels in my three years of archiving the web’s most embarrassing photos of Cole Hamels is that it seems like he really doesn’t care what people say or think about him; he’s happy to pose for embarrassing photo after embarrassing photo because he’s certain he’s awesome.

So the following photo, posted to the Hamels’ Twitter account, might actually be the most embarrassing photo of Cole Hamels yet. If he embraced the Strawberry Cosmo (or whatever it is) with a face that said, “yeah I know it’s pink, but screw everybody, I’ve got a 10:1 K:BB and I’ll drink whatever’s in front of me,” I’d probably still post it for general silliness but it wouldn’t rank anywhere near the top of the list.

That Hamels is trying his best to look exasperated by the drink’s presence (and making a typically silly Hamels-face in the process) is what’s so embarrassing, as if he’s trying to say, “Get this girl stuff out of here, I like Nickelback and boobs and play sports!” And he can’t even quite pull it off because he’s kind of intrigued by the strawberry:

Upon further review, it’s still not nearly as embarrassing as this one. And I think ol’ Colbert’s just having some fun, and maybe even making fun of the type of guy who’d react violently to getting that drink. It has been added to the archive regardless, since it is undoubtedly embarrassing.

Also, obligatory:

More foods being served in helmets

Though the full-sized helmet nachos at Great American Ballpark may lack meat, they obviously represent progress toward the goal shared by most thoughtful humans of having all foods served in helmets. It just makes sense: It’s like a bowl, only way more stylish to wear on your head once you’ve finished the food inside.

It is an underreported fact that during his tenure in Queens, John Olerud regularly enjoyed postgame Minestrone in the very same helmet he wore to play first base. We’ve already got ice cream, tacos and nachos in helmets. The next logical steps seem like cereal and spaghetti.

Anyone think I can convince my wife to replace all our bowls with plastic baseball helmets? They’d match our decor.

Helmet-nacho news via Greg.

Is David Wright awesome again?

In 20 games in April 2012, David Wright hit .389 with a .494 on-base percentage and a .569 slugging. Wright performed well in the 10 games he played in July of 2011, but has not enjoyed a full month of this type of production since 2010, when he hit six home runs and posted an 1.130 OPS in June. Moreover, his strikeout rate is sitting at 15.7 percent, right around where it was in his pre-Citi Field halcyon days, and he’s walking and hitting line drives at higher clips than he has in any full season in his career.

So what does all that mean? In the grand scheme of things, not much: It means he had 20 consecutive mostly good games that so happened to be the 20 games he played in the days determined to be part of April by Pope Gregory XIII in 1582, and, more importantly for the purposes of this discussion, that so happened to be the first 20 games of his 2012 season.

Wright was nearly this good for a 22-game stretch from Aug. 24 to Sept. 16 of 2011 — the worst season of his career — posting a .973 OPS that no one would ever have noticed because those endpoints are utterly arbitrary and it was bookended by slumps. Which is to say that no matter how great Wright has looked in his first 20 games of 2012, it’s still too soon to rule out another woeful season — at least by Wright’s standards. We might just be seeing his best stretch. Small sample size, you know.

That these 20 games did come to start this season, though, with the adjustments to Citi Field and everything else, means Mets fans can reasonably wonder if Wright is awesome again — not just awesome in the 2009-2011 good-guy, good-player sense, but awesome in the 2005-2008 top-few-players-in-baseball sense.

And that’s fun. Since we have no real idea what precipitated Wright’s precocious decline — if it was those walls, the 2009 beaning, the giant arm muscles, the various injuries, the general malaise surrounding the Mets the last few years, the economy, global warming, whatever — we can sit here and dream on the possibility that whatever happened stopped happening and now David Wright is his old awesome self.

He’s not going to hit .389 all year and he’s not going to maintain a .446 batting average on balls in play. But the longer he keeps crushing the ball, the more likely he is to keep crushing the ball.