Angle of Lincidence

Yet Smart was one of many coaches — college and pro — who passed on Lin and he has no regrets.

“Everyone said, ‘Well, you should’ve played him more,’” Smart said. “Well, you had Monta Ellis, a top five NBA scorer, Steph Curry, a runner-up for Rookie of the Year. You had Acie Law and Reggie Williams and you had a young, undrafted guy who didn’t know how to play in the NBA yet.”

Smart says Lin fell into a perfect storm with the Knicks, who desperately needed a competent point guard because of the injury to Baron Davis and the ineffective play of Toney Douglas.

Adam Zagoria, ZagsBlog.com.

When I stepped into the coffee shop this morning, the cute girl behind the counter beamed. “Did you see the game last night?” she asked.

“No, but I heard about it.”

“They won by 15 points. He only scored 10 but-”

“I know. Amazing… Seven in a row.”

This is Linsanity. In the narrowest of coffee shops and out in the avenues, from the subways to high-rise office buildings, all New York City’s small talk and awkward pleasantries have been replaced by daily rehashings of Jeremy Lin’s latest heroics.

Many of us haven’t even seen most of them, but perhaps all the better. They are swiftly becoming the stuff of folk legend: This undrafted, Harvard-educated, Taiwanese-American, twice-waived point guard turning an unlikely window into the opportunity to put a seemingly forever-woeful team on his back and carry it to win after win after win after win.

It’s awesome. And the timing, in the short lull between the Giants’ improbable championship and the start of baseball’s Spring Training, is impeccable.

But after reading articles like the one from Zagoria linked above, and after a conversation with Mike Salfino yesterday, I urge you to consider something too frequently overlooked in sports: Think of all the scenarios in which Jeremy Lin — this Jeremy Lin, Linsanity — never happens. Think of the slew of injuries and setbacks it took to get Lin on the Knicks’ roster, and the numerous ways and reasons Lin might have been cut before he ever got a chance to shine.

For that matter, consider all the things that could have kept Kurt Warner stocking grocery shelves and Drew Brees flopping around the NFL as a journeyman backup.

Then try to tell me there aren’t 100 guys bagging groceries or selling phones somewhere with the talent and the drive to succeed in professional sports who haven’t yet and likely never will get that chance.

It’s that randomness thing again. Lin’s story is an amazing one, and he deserves all the credit he’s currently getting on every corner. The Knicks have won seven straight games with him running the point, and even if he ultimately regresses a bit Lin has likely proven himself a viable NBA player who’ll earn millions in the game.

But as heartwarming and unifying and stunningly awesome as this is, it should also be another reminder not to count out athletes with histories of success at every level just because they’ve been counted out before. Stories like Lin’s are great because they are so rare, but they are by no means unprecedented. Sometimes the entire professional sporting establishment just misses a guy. Sometimes that guy eventually gets a shot, and, I’m assuming, many times he does not.

Today’s Daily News sports section:

What’s the best thing about baseball?

To say “all of it” seems like a copout, even if it’s pretty much true. Baseball rules so f@#$ing hard. Presumably you all realize that by now. It’s weird to think of how all the figures and angles and distances that might seem arbitrary to an outsider combine so perfectly to render such an exquisite, exhilarating competition — four balls, three strikes, three outs, four bases, nine fielders, nine innings, 90-foot basepath — and how the odd little intricacies in the rulebook seem to amplify the awesomeness: No strikeouts on foul balls, no free substitutions, no ties.

But of course, since those things are all fundamental to baseball and I love baseball, there’s a lot of confirmation bias in play. I could argue that they’re all part of the reason baseball is more popular today than rounders and stoolball, but maybe if someone decided a long time ago that the basepaths should be 85 feet and offenses should only have two outs per inning, I’d be praising those particulars now.

So if I’m going to narrow it down to something more specific about baseball that makes it awesome — if not so specific as, say, a 450-foot Lucas Duda moonshot — allow me to pick two: There’s no clock and it is dominated by randomness.

I really enjoy watching a lot of sports, and I’ve found NFL football and college basketball great for passing the time between the World Series and Opening Day. But in the waning moments of certain sad Jets and Hoyas games, I find myself eying the clock and trying to figure if there’s any chance my team could come back in the allotted timeframe. Often there isn’t. Often, before the game is over, all hope is already lost.

That’s never the case in baseball. In baseball, well, it’s like the fella says. The Mets might be down 10 runs with two outs in the bottom of the ninth, but I’m probably going to keep watching. I’m just that pathetic, and baseball’s just that cool. And if by some bizarre chance the Mets do overcome that deficit, it’s going to be the type of baseball game that leaves me weeping in my easy chair wondering why I only cry over baseball games.

As for the randomness thing: it’s fun. Mostly the game rewards talent, but sometimes it rewards plain old-fashioned luck. A masterful pitcher working with his full arsenal gets the groundball he wants, but it squeaks past the second baseman and puts the tying run on base. The star slugger ropes a bases-loaded line drive right into the center fielder’s glove. It’s not fair, except that everyone who plays is subject to the same whims. We can just hope that game’s fortunes happen to favor our team.

In conjunction, they are redeeming. Baseball as a metaphor for life is cliched, but I like — and as I’ve said before — baseball as a microcosm of life. And I want to believe that until it’s over for us we always have a shot at glory in whatever we endeavor, and I know damn well that nearly everything that happens in the world is influenced by a hell of a lot of randomness.

Man… who’s psyched for baseball?

Baseball!

Dillon Gee finds a way to distinguish himself

Adam Rubin Tweeted this picture this morning:

I’m not sure I can support this no-mustache goatee look, but to Gee’s credit, now he’s got something to distinguish himself. He’s not just a back-of-the-rotation Major League starter anymore, he’s that back-of-the-rotation Major League starter with the ridiculous chin beard.

He might as well just grow the rest in though, no?

Twitter Q&A

I’m going to go with adequately rated, but note that I rate it very highly. There are better lunchmeats out there but they also tend to be more expensive, and no brand offers a better variety than Boar’s Head — the area standard. Also, there’s such a huge drop-off between their stuff and both the pre-packaged nonsense that turns my stomach just to think about and the non-Boar’s Head generic brands they slice for you behind the counter. I have been burned way too many times by knock-off ham.

I bring a sandwich to work almost daily, and about 95 percent of the time that sandwich is filled entirely with Boar’s Head products. To keep things interesting, I usually use two types of meat and one cheese. Usually it’s a variety of ham and a variety of turkey and some cheese I’ve decided should complement them well, but once in a while I buy the chicken breast and roast beef to prevent myself from getting sick of ham and turkey sandwiches all the time.

This week’s selection: Buffalo roast chicken, Londonport roast beef and Vermont cheddar. It’s geographically diverse, but it works. I had it today with some leftover green sauce from Pio Pio, which would make pretty much anything delicious.

OK, I’ll bite. Tons of caveats here, though. Mostly that I don’t really know what I’m talking about when it comes to prospects, except that I believe my general skepticism is justified. Also that 2014 is a hell of a long way away, and any number of things could change for the Mets, these players, or hell, planet Earth between now and then.

But I’ll go with Lucas Duda in left, Kirk Nieuwenhuis in right and some to be determined free agent in center. I’m holding out hope for Matt den Dekker because he’s pretty funny on Twitter, but expecting two relatively unheralded (at least in the national sense) current Minor Leaguers to emerge as starters by 2014 seems a bit too bullish for my tastes.

I’m picking Nieuwenhuis over den Dekker because he has hit more and done it at higher levels, and I’m putting him in right field instead of center because I’m hoping it starts happening this year and displaces Jason Bay. Also, since Duda, Nieuwenhuis and den Dekker all hit left-handed, there’s a role for righty-hitting Juan Lagares in there too if he shows his breakout 2011 was more than a BABIP fantasy.

Brandon Nimmo will have just turned 21 on Opening Day 2014, so expecting him to be ready by then seems pretty optimistic. A lot of people seem to love Cesar Puello, but it seems troublesome that he got hit by pitch more than he walked in 2011.

 

Well if every current Met was a single sandwich, they’d be a pretty huge sandwich with a ton of ingredients of varying deliciousness. If you mean you’re looking for sandwich comps for each individual player on the team, well… I usually get off before six and even though my wife and I agreed we wouldn’t do anything for Valentine’s Day I should probably get home at some reasonable hour. Here are a few that I can’t remember covering in the past:

Lucas Duda is a sandwich I discussed here a long time ago, The Full Bird from the old Busco’s Deli in Rockville Centre: A chicken-cutlet hero with bacon, american cheese and mayo. The Full Bird is good, tremendous and unsubtle. I very much enjoy the Full Bird, but the Full Bird is not a sandwich built for speed.

Dillon Gee is a tuna-salad sandwich. Coincidentally, that’s Dillon Gee’s favorite sandwich.

You ever see a sandwich that looks delicious on the menu and features all the elements of a great sandwich, and then you eat the sandwich and it’s underwhelming and you can’t figure out why? That’s the Jon Niese of sandwiches. It’s still not bad and you’re willing to try it again, but you feel like it should be so much better.

Mike Pelfrey is a sandwich from the lunch place nearest your office. You wind up going there all the time and sometimes you get so sick of it you swear you’re never going to get one ever again, but then inevitably you get busy or it’s raining or you just don’t feel like thinking of someplace else to go and you wind up with the same old thing. And truth be told, it’s not as bad as you think it is; you just get tired of eating it sometimes.

Jose Reyes is someone took my sandwich.

 

The 2014 Mets Power Rankings

It is possible that both Wheeler and Harvey become important parts of the 2014 Mets, although it may not be probable. If you imagine the two are a pair of dice, the odds both become quality starting pitchers are similar to the odds of rolling an 11 or higher, while the odds they both fail is similar to the odds of rolling a four or below. Roll a five or six, you end up with one Pelfrey and one bust; roll a seven, you get two Pelfreys; roll an eight, you get a quality pitcher and a bust; a roll of a nine or 10 gets you one Pelfrey and one quality pitcher.

That is to say that half the time, you end up with a single Pelfrey or worse.

Patrick Flood, PatrickFloodBlog.com.

Flood posts his power rankings of the players most likely to be valuable to the 2014 Mets. This bit about Zack Wheeler and Matt Harvey is important to remember.

In which SNY.tv has the journalistic integrity to note that three former Mets stars are not receiving MLB pensions

Is SNY.tv ever going to have the investigative chops and journalism integrity to discuss the fact that retired Mets stars George Theodore, Rod Gaspar, Hank Webb, etc aren’t getting MLB pensions? And that GM Sandy Anderson, who is still on the Board of Directors of the MLB Players Alumni Association, has never commented about this matter?

– Doug Gladstone, via email.

Hey guys: Did you know that retired Mets stars George Theodore, Rod Gaspar and Hank Webb aren’t getting MLB pensions? It’s true. They played before 1980, and before 1980, players needed to accrue four years of service time to secure the Major League pension.

In April, 2011, an agreement was reached to award the 874 living former players not eligible for pension with up to $10,000 in annual payment, depending on service time, for two years. The new collective bargaining agreement signed in November extended those payments through 2016, though it does not include medical or survivor’s benefits and does not come close to matching the full pension earned by all players on active rosters for as few as 43 days after 1980.

Much more on the plight of the pre-1980 players with less than the required service time for pension can be found in the 2010 book A Bitter Cup of Coffee by… Doug Gladstone.