Twitter Q&A-type thing

Obviously it depends on who you’re getting back — no need to trade a guy who can help the team win games this year for Single-A roster filler. But yeah, I’d say if the Mets could get anybody that might contribute to a future club, they should be willing to deal Jason Isringhausen or Tim Byrdak — even given the current state of their bullpen.

Right now they’re still an extreme longshot to make the playoffs, even as good as they’ve looked lately. If they can get something of value in return for a reliever in his late 30s (who hasn’t even been exceptional), they might as well. If the Mets were sitting in the Wild Card spot and Isringhausen were dominating opponents every night, I might be less certain.

But as it is, they’re still 6.5 games out with a ton of other teams in the mix, and neither pitcher has been irreplaceable. Justin Hampson has dominated lefties in Triple-A and could probably effectively fill Byrdak’s role. Isringhausen would be tougher to replace, but he can’t pitch every day and presents a perpetual injury risk.

I’m not willing to assume that, for a variety of reasons. More on “buyers” and “sellers” here.

I think it would be incredibly foolish for the Mets to mortgage any part of their future in an attempt to make a run in 2011. They’re too far from contention. If they want to hold onto their cards and keep playing for the Wild Card hoping that David Wright and maybe Ike Davis or Johan Santana come back and make an impact, or make a couple of deals that better the club in the short- and long-term, that’s one thing. But if you’re talking about going all in on behalf of this season, trading prospects to try to make a run — no way.

As for the question: I’d still say the Mets need starting pitching most of all. The guys in the rotation have done a fine job, but one more strong arm could push a starter into the bullpen, strengthening the whole staff. But any of the rumored-available starting pitchers better than the ones they have are going to cost a lot, and the last thing the Mets need to do right now is gut the farm system.

I’d like to have my own TV show. I haven’t really figured out the format, but probably a variety show of sorts. I know you might not think it’d be that awesome based on the goofy web videos we do here, but trust me, it would be. Just waiting for the right sucker to hand me the reins. Speaking of: If you’re a big-time TV studio exec, email me. We can make this happen.

Oh, and if that doesn’t sound like “realistically speaking,” consider that I currently have a job that pays me a living wage to — among other things — cover the baseball team I grew up loving, troll newspaper columnists, review sandwiches and weigh in on just about any topic I want. Hard to imagine anything much better than this.

The password is ‘fidelio’

Multiple sources with knowledge of the process told The Post yesterday that indications are the Mets have begun -— or will soon begin —- secret talks with the Reyes camp in hopes of reaching agreement in the coming weeks on a new contract with the All-Star shortstop.

Mike Puma, N.Y. Post.

OK first of all, how much knowledge of the process could these multiple sources possibly have if they don’t know if the secret talks have even begun? I mean, I suppose it’s pretty impressive that they’re aware of the clandestine conversations at all, though.

But seriously, some secret.

I take it that in this context, “secret” actually means “something none of us is all that eager to blab to the media about because none of us feels like suffering a whole lot of nonsense while we endeavor a complicated contract negotiation in which we may not ultimately come to an agreement.”

Or maybe they’re legit secret meetings conducted in some musty underground hideaway, Skull-and-Bones style, and Sandy Alderson and the Greenbergs wear purple cloaks and paddle each other while reciting lines from Moneyball in Latin. In that case, good job by Puma for infiltrating.

Anyway, it certainly makes sense for the Mets to try to negotiate with Reyes before he hits the open market. It makes less sense for Reyes and his camp, but presumably his agents won’t accept much less than what they believe to be fair market value for the player. Plus there’s something to be said for capitalizing on Reyes’ outstanding first half while they can.

The Wily Mo Show

Still, a derby without Wily Mo just doesn’t seem right. The timing is too fortuitous. In the season MLB opens up the derby to non-All-Stars, the hardest-hitting man in baseball comes to the major leagues after a 2½-year absence and bops five home runs in 39 at-bats for the team that’s hosting the game. Wily Mo doesn’t need a metal bat to hit balls 500 feet. He would steal the damn show.

Jeff Passan, Yahoo! Sports.

Passan compiles a list of suggestions to improve the All-Star Game, and I’m on board with all but one of them (more on that in a sec). I’m especially fond of the recommendation that Wily Mo Pena be included in every single Home Run Derby, because that’d be hilarious. Plus the guy can hit the ball really far.

But I’ll take it one more step and say if baseball really wants to use home-run diplomacy to reach out to new fans, why not pull Pena and a squad of his fellow masher-types from the affiliated ranks and pay them to tour the country and world as baseball-crushing ambassadors? The Wily Mo Pena Longball Show, coming soon to a ballpark near you. Yeah, it lacks the subtleties of the actual sport but it’d be a veritable real-life highlight reel, plus a great way to keep Russ Branyan gainfully employed.

The one thing Passan suggests I cannot abide, though — in the Home Run Derby, this fantasy-world Wily Mo Pena Show or elsewhere — is the use of metal bats. C’mon. You’re going to want to hear that crack on every 480-foot homer, even if it means giving up a little bit of distance. As a great man once said, “it’s the wood that makes it good.” I’d rather they use juiced balls if they’re going to abandon regulation equipment.

Via Ben.

Whoa, hold on

IndoorDIRECT Inc., which owns The Restaurant Entertainment Network, has struck a deal with Taco Bell to be the first to install an in-store television network and free Wi-Fi for customers.

DailyTech.com.

Look: It’s plenty cool that Taco Bell’s going to have free Wi-Fi in all of its stores by 2015, but back up a sec:

Did you say “in-store television network”?

Very interesting. How does one go about getting himself a show on Taco Bell TV?

I need to think on this. I don’t want to rush out a pitch and blow the opportunity of a lifetime.

Steal the bacon: No longer just a tantalizingly named children’s game?

But this year, just as the U.S. is worrying about its own debt crisis and a possible “double-dip” recession, the price of bacon —that sizzling, smoky comfort food we most need during tough times — is expected to surge. The price of pork bellies, which is where bacon comes from, jumped to more than $130 per hundredweight (100 pounds), and some analysts suggest it’s going to top last August’s level of $150.

Cindy Perman, CNBC.com.

A few people have sent me this story expecting I’d be concerned about skyrocketing bacon prices. But that assumes I don’t already have all the bacon I need for the foreseeable future in my freezer. And I do.

Suckers.

I wish I could say I stocked up in anticipation with an eye on the volatile pork-belly market, but truth is my parents gave me a huge thing of bacon for Christmas. Good stuff, too.

File under: Awesome stuff Bo Jackson has done

Bo Jackson was on first base and we picked him off. He didn’t even try to go back to first; he just took off running to second. They threw the ball to me and we had him out by 15 feet. But Bo is still running at me full steam. I’m thinking, “You’ve got to get in a rundown, dude.” But he’s running like he’s going to run me over at the plate. I’m thinking, “What are you doing, dude? Well, I guess he’ll slide.” But then he’s five feet away and he’s still in full stride. And I’m like, “Holy s—, what the hell’s going to happen?” And I jumped back out of the way. And then he came to the base at full speed and went “pop!” — stopped right on the bag. He was safe, but they called him out because the ball beat him. That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I had the ball 15 feet before he got there, waiting for him, and he made me not tag him. He said to me, “Boonie, you know I was safe.” I said, “You’re right.” He just scared me.

Bret Boone.

Awesome. Via Rob Iracane via Chitwood & Hobbs.

Always bet on black

I mentioned Baseball Prospectus’ playoff odds yesterday. They’re a fun way to keep the season in perspective, and they seem particularly valuable this time of year when assessing a team’s best approach to the trade deadline.

Anyway, the cool thing about the Mets’ playoff odds is they’ve slowly been going up over the past month or so. The not-as-cool thing is they’re still pretty long: 2.8 percent as of this morning.

What struck me today is that, if you’re looking to contextualize what a 2.8 percent chance looks like, it’s not terribly far off the chances of hitting any one number on an American roulette wheel. Technically 2.8 percent is about a 1 in 36 chance and hitting a 7 on a roulette wheel would be 1 in 38, but, well, close enough for jazz.

Of course, a roulette wheel is (in theory, at least) entirely random and the remainder of the baseball season is not, so it’s not a perfect comp.