Briefly: I feel like every article I read about Carlos Beltran these days starts with a lengthy introduction about how many or most Mets fans will never appreciate Carlos Beltran, then goes on to explain that Beltran is actually awesome.

If you’re reading this site, you’re familiar with those general themes.

But I wonder if at this point most Mets fans actually do appreciate Beltran’s contributions to the Mets. It sure seems like I read a lot more articles praising Beltran than blaming Beltran, though I’ll amount that the blogosphere is probably not the best barometer of the larger Mets fanbase.

I know there are at least a few stubborn Beltran-blamers out there, some so steadfast in their moronic dedication to confirmation bias that it borders on performance art, but it feels like the Mets fans I interact with on the Internet at least have mostly come around to thinking that Beltran has done way more good than harm for the club in his tenure in Flushing.

A lot of it is certainly nostalgia, and the knowledge that Beltran’s certainly a goner at some point in the near future. A lot of it has to do with his hot start.

But whatever it is, good. People need to recognize.

I had a crappy day yesterday. It was certainly nothing tragic and nothing, in truth, that will even negatively impact today. I just suffered a steady stream of minor annoyances, starting with getting caught in a cloudburst at 9:15 a.m., ending with missing my train at 9:54 p.m. — first-world problems all, but in such a relentless onslaught that if the events of my day were condensed into the opening montage of a movie, you’d probably say, “this movie sucks, no one has days like that.” It was like a coin coming up tails 12 times in a row or something.

As a byproduct of some of that I missed a good portion of the Mets game, including what I understand were some pretty frustrating bunts. I tuned back in right after one of them, so I did see — in thrilling high definition — the part where Justin Turner ripped a ball that somehow redirected off Hanley Ramirez to Omar Infante to perfectly set up a double play. I also caught the part where Ryota Igarashi went to a full count on to Marlins reliever Burke Badenhop then yielded a go-ahead base hit to Marlins reliever Burke Badenhop.

And then, of course, I watched pinch-hitter Jon Niese smack a triple over Emilio Bonifacio’s head in center field, only to have Jose Reyes strike out to end the game with the mighty Chin-Lung Hu looming on deck.

Apparently Hu came in to pinch-hit — which should never happen — in part of the game I missed earlier. He was sent to Triple-A while I was asleep later. Hu grounded into a fielder’s choice in his lone at-bat, sparing himself the indignity of going to Buffalo with strikeouts in more than half of his plate appearances.

But he’s gone now, as is Igarashi, the Mets’ Far East contingent banished to Western New York. They are replaced on the roster by Ruben Tejada and Pedro Beato, with Nick Evans likely to join the team whenever David Wright goes kicking and screaming to the disabled list.

So really the only thing we’re left with to complain about in last night’s game is the bunting, and that’s nothing new. That’s bunting. Managers love bunting.

You have enough days, you’re bound to have some bad ones. Sometimes Burke Badenhop’ll beat you. You can’t win ’em all, like they say.

According to Sandy Alderson, doctors at the Hospital for Special Surgery diagnosed David Wright with a stress fracture in his lower back today. Wright is out of the lineup tonight while the Mets seek a second opinion, and Alderson stressed that the injury — if the diagnosis is accurate — would require no more than a couple of weeks of rest.

So that sucks.

But then the bright side, I suppose, is that the Mets have been hitting without getting much from Wright and that — if Alderson is correct that the injury is not one that will linger — they will benefit from the addition of a healthy Wright to the lineup in a few weeks. Obviously it doesn’t help that they’re already without Ike Davis, though.

You really don’t want Willie Harris playing third base — or anywhere — on an everyday basis. So someone has gotta figure something out. Is this how the suddenly Nick Evans winds up back in Flushing, out of options though he may be?

David Wright is not playing today, which seems like pretty bad news. Wright sat out Thursday’s game against the Rockies to rest his aching upper back, and if David Wright is missing two games within the course of a week that means something’s up. Apparently Sandy Alderson is addressing the press momentarily, so I’m sure we’ll find out what’s up via Twitter barrage soon.

Bob Ojeda is chatting live during the third inning of tonight’s game, which is better news. The chat is already open so you can start asking him stuff now.

I am, as if often the case, the moderator of said live chat — the one that will inevitably be accused of carrying out some grand Wilpon conspiracy when I don’t put through the question about why the Mets aren’t signing Manny. This means I’ll be at the studio pretty late tonight, which means I’m cutting out of the office pretty early today. You don’t care about any of that except in that in relates to you, of course, which is to say it’ll be pretty quiet here the rest of the day.