The hot stove season is stupid

According to a baseball person, Jose Reyes could sign with the Mets as early as next week. A source familiar with the Mets’ thinking says they will offer Reyes a conservative contract they believe adequately compensates the shortstop for the value he will provide the team for the next several years. Reyes can then accept the contract, look elsewhere, or attempt to negotiate.

If Reyes does not sign with the Mets, he could field offers from various other Major League Baseball teams, especially those with payroll flexibility and a need at shortstop. He could sign with one of them soon, or at the Winter Meetings, or later in the offseason. If Reyes does not sign a contract until later in the offseason, he will likely field offers from unaffiliated Minor League teams attempting publicity stunts.

I’d continue with this again, but I don’t have the stomach for it.

Point is, the whole hot stove season — or at least the media coverage of it — is stupid. It’s fun to speculate about what a team might do. But you and me and everyone else with access to Cots and baseball-reference know as much meaningful information about what will happen this offseason as anyone who is not a MLB player agent or front-office decision-maker.

Information leaked out to the press is often leaked out for a reason. And there’s such an overwhelming glut of nonsensical, pointless and utterly unsubstantiated information reported that in the rare event a reporter might actually have a hot scoop, it will be impossible to distinguish from the mire.

Until any deal is done, no one can be certain it will happen. So all offseason baseball coverage is couched with vague language.

I’m reporting this right now: The Mets could trade David Wright but probably won’t. The Mets might sign Jose Reyes. Let me know if you see anything firmer than that published anywhere.

The more interesting discussion, of course, is whether the Mets should trade David Wright and should sign Jose Reyes. And the constant updates on both scenarios, however silly, perpetuate those discussions, however stupid.

I prefer not to repeat myself more than I already have, so here’s this: The Mets should not trade David Wright. They should re-sign Jose Reyes if the price is right. The Mets should offer arbitration to Mike Pelfrey and to Angel Pagan.

There’s a bunch of other stuff they should do, too. We’ll figure that out as it goes along.

Saddest sporting event ever planned

Lenny Dykstra claims Jose Canseco ruined his baseball career. And the former New York Mets outfielder plans to seek retribution in the boxing ring.

“Canseco ruined my career by spreading lies,” said Dykstra in a statement.

The fight is due to take place on Nov 5th, 2011, live from the Avalon Hollywood CA. The event will be streamed live on FilmOn.com.

CBS New York.

Oof.

Meanwhile, Canseco’s still in steroids shape and Dykstra looks like he’s 75 years old. I’d say Dykstra is about a 30:1 underdog in this fight, but then Lenny Dykstra would probably find me and bet his last seven dollars on himself. And I don’t want to have to be the guy who takes Lenny Dykstra’s last seven dollars.

Via Nik.

Twitter Q&A part 2

I’ve got a theory about this. I actually wrote about it the last time the McRib poked its head out of its reconstituted burrow: In the 80s, when the McRib came out, most Americans didn’t have access to or a well-developed appreciation for southern barbecue food.

As a New Yorker, I’m not sure I ever even heard of a cuisine called “barbecue” until the late 90s — barbecue was, to me, only a verb: We barbecued hot dogs.

So the McRib was probably the first thing I ever ate slathered in barbecue sauce. And barbecue sauce — even the goopy, super-sweet McDonald’s barbecue sauce — is pretty delicious. The way I see it, the McRib seemed awesome to some people in the early 80s because they never ate actual ribs slathered in actual barbecue sauce, which are just way, way better than the McRib.

Now, barbecue restaurants are everywhere. I can walk to Virgil’s and Daisy Mae’s from here, or get on the subway and get to Hill Country and Dinosaur and Blue Smoke and Smoke Joint. Why am I going to settle for a McRib? If I want McDonald’s, I want something that tastes like McDonald’s — a Big Mac and fries, or Chicken McNuggets. If I want barbecue, I’m going elsewhere.

I suspect the only reason people make a big deal about the McRib now is nostalgia.

If this is some sort of Internet campaign to out me as a nerd, I’ll make things very easy for you guys: Yes, I’ve seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail dozens of times.

I thought it was about the funniest thing imaginable when I was 10, and I practically had the thing memorized. It’s the type of thing I quoted and referenced for so long that I now do so unintentionally, saying things like, “very well,” or “it’s a silly place,” to (attempted) comic effect because they’re part of my, ahh — oh lord — idiom.

So yeah, I have a bevy of quotes at my disposal to answer Jay’s question and a paraphrase to speak to Vinny’s. But I’ll skip them, because SABR-friendly sandwich-blogging is nerdy enough on its own.

Oh man, really? That’s awful news.

Unfortunately, moving to Manhattan means I won’t be able to stay on the Taco Bell beat as vigilantly as I did in Hawthorne. There’s a weird Taco Bell tucked into the back of a deli on 3rd Ave. in the 50s, not far from where I get on the subway. So I’ll be able to get my fix when I need it.

But it’s a well-documented fact that Taco Bell tastes better in the suburbs. This is likely partly due to the scarcity of Taco Bell in Manhattan proper. But it’s also that you usually have a car in the suburbs, and suburban Taco Bells have drive-thrus. You don’t even have to get out. It’s amazing.

Anyway, that’s terrible news about the $5 Cheesy Gordita Crunch box. According to TacoBell.com, the featured Big Box Meal is the Chicken Flatbread Sandwich box. And the Chicken Flatbread Sandwich is no substitute for the Cheesy Gordita Crunch.

 

 

Twitter Q&A part 1

Hey, Jose Reyes: You really don’t want to move. Trust me on this one, bro. Moving sucks so hard.

Even if it makes financial sense to move, it’s still going to be a terrible experience. And I know we’re not exactly in the same income-tax bracket, and you’ve got the resources to hire an army of people to help you transport your stuff anywhere.

But the bottom line is it’s your stuff, so you’ve got the most invested in it. And it’s going to be on you and your family to determine where it goes in the new place, not to mention what to keep and what to throw out. Boxes to unpack and all that. Really, no matter how rich you are, there’s just going to be a ton of mental and physical stress involved with moving.

And moving in the winter? Forget about it, Jose. I purposefully moved in late October just to avoid dealing with winter weather, and you know what happened? Six inches of snow the morning I was set to go. I had to shovel when I should have been packing, then the U-Haul place lost power so I couldn’t get the truck I reserved.

I had to scramble to find another one last minute. In the process I very nearly got into a car accident when some guy in a Volvo spun out of control in the Home Depot parking lot. It was just a miserable, terrifying experience, Jose. And with the way the weather has been around here these last few years, man, I just don’t know of any time before the summer that it’d be safe to plan a move without the threat of a blizzard.

And so expensive! Holy hell do those costs add up. I didn’t calculate the total, but I bet it came to something like, I don’t know, 40 million dollars. Yeah, 40 million dollars. It’d be worth staying in my old place unless I stood to make more than 40 million dollars by moving.

Oh, and then you have to wait for the cable guy! Do you remember how much that sucked last time? They give you a four-hour window, then you just have to sit there like some sort of chump until the dude shows up to plug in the box. You can’t even watch TV while you’re sitting there, because you don’t have cable yet. Jose, it’s awful.

So that’s basically my advice to you, Jose Reyes: Do not move no matter what. Isn’t your current home great?

Yeah, moving’s probably the best way to play that one.

I don’t. I should note that my sense of reason is probably skewed a bit by my appreciation for Reyes, so maybe this is me rationalizing my desire to see him back in a Mets uniform.

But the way I see it, elite 28-year-old free agents don’t hit the market all that often, and especially not elite 28-year-old free agents who play one of the positions you most need to fill.

If Reyes stays healthy, he should still be very productive for the next several seasons. A five- or six-year deal may very well mean a couple of seasons on the back end where Reyes makes more than he’s worth. But if the Mets believe that Reyes can stay productive and that they’ll be in position to compete in 2013, 2014 and 2015, then, well, go for it.

Actually, it’s not a terribly different situation than when the Mets signed Carlos Beltran before the 2005 season. The team was not quite poised to compete that season, but reaped the benefits of Beltran’s awesome 2006-2008 campaigns and stayed in the thick of the pennant race each year.

Of course, Beltran was a year younger than Reyes when he signed and didn’t have anything like the injury history. And it’s easy to look back on Beltran’s contract favorably now, in hindsight.

Point is, though, I don’t think signing Reyes would be a win-now move so much as a win-in-the-next-few-years move, and teams with the Mets’ payroll should never be more than a few years from contention. And by the time Reyes’ contract becomes an albatross — as so many free-agent contracts do — the Mets should (hopefully) be well-enough constructed to shoulder the financial blow and still remain flexible.

From the Wikipedia: Blue

The walls are blue you guys.

From the Wikipedia: Blue.

Blue is a color, but the Wikipedia insists it’s a “colour.” The perception of blue is “evoked by light having a spectrum dominated by energy with a wavelength of roughly 440–490 nanometers.” Basically every different type of color theory — and there are a few — says blue is a primary color, though some don’t call it that. Whatever, that part is boring.

The word “blue” comes from an amalgamation of sources. It came into Middle English from the Old French word bleu, which apparently actually meant blue-grey, which is confusing. That, in turn, may have come from Old High German — not to be confused with an old, high German, sitting around smoking dope all like, “meine hosen sind bleu.”

There are many different words in various languages related to the word blue if not necessarily the color. Ancient Greek did not have a word for blue, which is random, and many languages do not distinguish between blue and green.

A bunch of different chemical pigments can be made to turn things blue. Before synthetic dyes, people needed indigo, which grows in Asia. You’d think that distance would be enough to dissuade people in Europe from having a lot of blue things, but no. Instead they created all sorts of plantations and shipping routes so they could get their hands on blue stuff. Lots of people suffered and died so other people could have blue shirts. People are in general pretty stupid.

A few animals are legitimately blue, like the blue jay and the utterly awesome blue poison arrow frog. But most times people say an animal is blue they actually mean it’s gray, like a Kerry Blue Terrier that hasn’t been to dip-a-pet.

In English, if someone is feeling “blue” it usually means he’s sad. This apparently comes from Greek mythology. Even though the Greeks didn’t have a word for blue, blue is linked to rain, and Zeus made it rain when he was sad. (Worth noting: Members of hip-hop outfit Travis Porter make it rain at the club, but they might also be sad on the inside.)

In German, to be blue means to be drunk. This use derives from — no joke — the ancient practice of using human urine in the indigo dying process. So not only did blue clothes used to cost a ton in money and human toil, they were soaked in pee. Not humanity’s finest hour.

In the Western hemisphere, blue generally symbolizes the male gender. But that’s a reasonably new trend — in the early 1900s, blue was for girls and pink was for boys. This information is massively useful if you ever find a time machine. Don’t go back to 1910 and assume the blue-tiled bathroom at the movie theater is for men. The whole color-coding system is different, brother. Also, there are only like five movie theaters.

Blue is in many flags and has symbolic value in Christianity, Islam, Judaism and Hinduism. The color has been adopted by various political groups and assorted causes.

Many different companies use blue in their products, logos and graphics, including Old Navy and Long John Silver’s.

The NBA, NFL and MLB all have blue in their official logo. The NHL does not, but it has a team called “the Blues.” The Blues are named for the music, but the music is named for the color. Many sports teams are blue.

The Wikipedia doesn’t say it, but blue is also a flavor. Sometimes companies try to pass it off as blueberry or blue-raspberry flavored, but really it just tastes like blue. The bluest tasting thing is Blue Curacao. Also very blue-tasting are blue Fla-Vor-Ices and the blue type of those 50-cent juices we used to buy at the deli near my middle school. Actually, most blue foods taste pretty blue.

I’m currently wearing a blue shirt and chewing on a blue pen. There are a bunch of blue folders on the desk next to mine. Other things that are blue include: The sky, the ocean sometimes, many types of toothpaste, Frank Sinatra’s eyes, and blue paint.

Whoa, whoa, whoa

On his first day of freedom after a grueling five months in an Egyptian jail, Queens native Ilan Grapel got his cruelest punishment — being told the Mets won the 2011 World Series.

Grapel, expected to fly home to Queens today from Israel, was celebrating his release at a press conference in Tel Aviv, flanked by his mother Irene and Rep. Gary Ackerman (D-Queens), when he was pranked.

Andy Soltis, N.Y. Post.

Wait, that really happened? This dude just got out of Egyptian jail and people just immediately start messing with him?

That’s like waking up from a coma to have someone like, “Good news, Jim! Your dog’s coming to see you. Just kidding: He’s dead.”

It’s not even a good prank. A good prank would be convincing the guy that in the five months he was in jail, the entire borough of Queens suffered from an epidemic that turned half its population into flesh-starved zombies, then having his dad come surging toward him in zombie makeup when he lands at Laguardia.

Actually that might be going too far.