From DanMeth.com, via Vulture:

From DanMeth.com, via Vulture:

Over at Not Just a Mets Blog, Corey Abbey takes a closer look at Mike Pelfrey’s “down” year.
Here are three things I have entirely missed:
1) Harry Potter: This one I’m a bit embarrassed about, because I suspect if I read the Harry Potter books or watched the movies I’d enjoy them. But to date, I have not read a word in any of the books or seen a minute of any of the movies. I have entirely missed Harry Potter. I recognize some of the names and words associated with the series — Dumbledore, Muggles, Hermione — but I have no idea what they mean.
Thing is, the first Harry Potter book blew up when I was a senior in high school. At that time, I thought I was super awesome because I read books for leisure and not many people I knew my age did. When people started blabbing on and on about how great Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone was, I assumed it was a book for people who don’t normally read books — whatever that meant — so I avoided it.
I stopped thinking like that sometime in college, but by then it seemed too late to just take up the series from the beginning. Now the last movie is the hottest ticket at the box office and I’m still out in the dark. Maybe at some point in like ten years I can start reading them, when it seems nostalgic and cool or something.
2) The Casey Anthony trial: So I went on vacation for a week, then came back to find my co-workers huddled around the TV awaiting a verdict in the Casey Anthony trial like she’s O.J. Simpson or something. Who is this lady? Is she famous? Who is Nancy Grace?
I’m not aiming to make light of the trial or the verdict. I just missed the whole buildup, so the subsequent outrage seemed really bizarre.
I will add that I learned afterward that they used Anthony’s Google searches as evidence in the trial, which is rather terrifying. I had no idea that was admissible. I hope I’m never framed for anything; I Google some messed-up stuff just out of morbid curiosity and following what auto-complete suggests.
3) Bill Simmons: Amid all the hoopla surrounding the launch of Grantland.com, I realized I had never read anything Bill Simmons had written. It was not a conscious decision. It so happens that I never worked in front of a computer in the years Simmons was first making his name on the Internet, I’m not a huge NBA guy and I have very little patience for Boston sports fans. Plus I’ve always read more in print than online and more fiction than sportswriting.
But now that I’ve come this far without having read any of his work, it seems like a neat trick to keep it up. So many of my friends and colleagues seem to, for whatever reason, have such unreasonably strong opinions about Grantland.com that my innate contrarian finds it best to maintain no opinion whatsoever.
For nearly a decade, China has been enthralled by the cult of Yao spun by Communist Party propagandists and corporate sponsors: the winner, the gentle giant, the favorite son. His image was ubiquitous here, and the public basked in his glow even as other Chinese players in the N.B.A. sputtered.
Yet his retirement is forcing many Chinese to acknowledge that their country has relied on Yao alone for victory and national pride, ignoring shortcomings in the state sports system that leave China facing a future bereft of N.B.A. and Olympic basketball glory.
I’ve probably mentioned here before that I spent a month in China in the summer of 2007 for grad school. Yao’s image was plastered everywhere, especially in his native Shanghai. One of the first Chinese guys I met asked me to “detail the extent of Yao’s genius and its influence on America.” I spotted basketball hoops inside the Forbidden City and at the base of the Great Wall at Badaling.
I should note now that I am a terrible basketball player by U.S. suburban kid standards. I’m a decent passer with a strong lower body and a good sense of physics so I’m vaguely useful grabbing rebounds, but I can’t hit a shot from outside 10 feet and I tend to dribble the ball off my feet. I never played any organized basketball at any level, and in pickup games I’m usually among the worst or the very worst player on the court.
But I played a few times with some dudes in Shanghai and felt like Allen Iverson. It was a small sample of both opponents and games, but it seemed like there was a certain baseline level of play and basketball coordination that came with growing up in the U.S. and playing regularly against better competition that made me a better player. Some of these kids clearly played pretty often. They all had better jumpshots than I did and several of them were better athletes, but even my rudimentary crossover dribbles beguiled them.
Again, it could just be that I happened upon one particularly terrible group of college-aged Chinese basketball players. But it stands to reason that if these guys grew up — according to Levin’s article — with no instruction at all, they’d hit a ceiling of sorts.
I’ll leave the sweeping discussions of Chinese economics to people who have studied them at greater lengths than I have, but in 2007, China was pretty clearly enduring frenzied change. I saw a shirtless man standing on a pile of rubble in the shadow of the Jin Mao Tower, holding a naked baby, talking on a cell phone, selling crabs out of a bucket. I don’t want to overstep my bounds as a sports and sandwich blogger, but I tend to figure once the pace of change settles a bit, that nation will come to things like youth basketball, and we’ll eventually see a huge influx of Chinese athletes in professional sports.
Sandy Alderson might enjoy sending Beltran, his flu and the remaining $8 million (for the moment) on his contract to the Red Sox, if only to torment the Yankees.
– Filip Bondy, N.Y. Daily News.
Wait, does anyone actually believe Sandy Alderson thinks that way? I thought the going oversimplification of Alderson is that he’s a shrewd, calculating GM who cares only about the numbers and would sell his own mother to the hated Yankees if it meant bringing back a cost-controlled contributor with a high on-base percentage.
Come to think of it, does anyone actually believe any Major League GM thinks that way? Like is there really anyone who could rise to the highest executive level in the game making vindictive moves aimed at needling perceived (but not actual) rivals, instead of, you know, moves to better his team? Maybe some talk-radio type would run a team like that if he were put at the helm, but he’d also run all the best players out of town for unclutchitude and ill effects on clubhouse chemistry, so it probably wouldn’t last.
Smart money says if Sandy Alderson trades Beltran to the Red Sox, it’s because the Red Sox presented the best offer.
Yeah, I’m picking nits on a throwaway line, and I should probably just ignore this stuff. Whatever. I’m short on sleep this morning.
Last week’s episode of the Mostly Mets Podcast got held up due to some technical difficulties. But since we did record it and you’re a completist, here it is:
You can get it on iTunes here.
Shared here mostly for my father, who has long cited this aspect of Meat Loaf’s biography as evidence that Coach Meat and John Kruk are actually the same person.
The Internet is ablaze with rumors that Ubaldo Jimenez could be traded before the 2011 trade deadline, possibly to the Yankees. The talk seems to stem from a Ken Rosenthal video blog in which he mentions that the Rockies are getting calls about, but not actively shopping, their ace right-hander.
According to Cot’s, Jimenez is signed through 2012 with club options for 2013 and 2014. Assuming the Rockies exercise those options, Jimenez will cost them roughly $18 million total for the next three seasons. If you’re playing at home, that means the Rockies have locked up the next three seasons of a pitcher with 131 career ERA+ for little more than the price of one season of Jason Bay.
Plus, any team acquiring Jimenez does not acquire the right to his 2014 option. As Tim Dierkes points out, that makes him more valuable to the Rockies than any acquiring team, much in the same way David Wright is more valuable to the Mets than to any potential trade partner.
Also, excellent young pitchers on long-term team-friendly deals don’t come around very often, and clubs that find them aren’t generally that eager to move them. The Rockies may be far from contention in 2011, but they’re hardly in position to write off 2012-2014. In other words, it just doesn’t make a hell of a lot of sense for them to trade Jimenez unless a) they can command a massive haul in return and/or b) they know something about him the rest of us don’t. (His diminished velocity in 2011 could speak to the latter, though his peripherals are in line with past years.)
OK, the point here is spiraling away from me. If Jimenez is both fully healthy and truly available, it makes sense for most teams — not just the Yankees — to be calling the Rockies about working out a deal. That includes the Mets.
Here’s where that whole buyer/seller I keep bringing up comes in. You’re going to say, “Oh well the Mets can’t be buyers when they’re sitting at .500 and 8.5 games back of the Wild Card,” but when the next two years of Jimenez are in play, you know, sometimes you have to get when the getting is good. The Mets need frontline starting pitching, they don’t have any on the immediate horizon in the farm system, and paying for it on the free agent market is a fool’s errand.
But like I said, I don’t think the Rockies will really trade him, plus the Mets probably don’t have the requisite chips to get that sort of deal done anyway, so it’s immaterial.
All this has meant nothing. Carry on.
For like the 800th time, presumably. Behold his grandeur.