Right, baseball

This isn’t to share an overly rosy prediction for the 2011 season. This isn’t to ignore the clouds that have been swirling around the Mets for quite awhile now. This is about remembering that the Mets play the sport of baseball.

Ah yes, baseball.

Dave Rosado, Hot Foot Blog.

In his post, Rosado goes on to explain how he hopes to start paying more attention to the on-field Mets than the in-court Mets, and I can’t imagine many could argue with that.

But since he reminded everyone that the Mets play baseball, I’ll take the opportunity to extrapolate and remind everyone that anything can happen for the on-field Mets in 2011.

We expect — rightfully, based on the information we have — that the Mets will struggle to contend with the Phillies and Braves this season. But as I’ve admitted before, I dismissed the Reds and Padres as “unlikely to contend” before the 2010 season. And both did.

I imagine the sense of Met-fan fatalism surrounding the club’s prospects for 2011 will fade as soon as Spring Training starts and we begin reading more about who is working on a new pitch and who is in the best shape of his life. And by Opening Day we’ll all have convinced ourselves that the Mets are well on their way to October baseball, ignoring odds that are long for various reasons.

And that’s good, because otherwise what’s the point?

How it works

Good quote from Emaus. I imagine if you polled most hitters that walked a lot, very few — if any — of them would say they’re going to the plate looking to draw a walk. They’re going to the plate looking for a pitch to hit, but are selective enough and have a strong enough sense of the strike zone to lay off pitches they can’t.

Wait a minute, really?

Mob families are so infested with rats these days it’s a wonder there isn’t ear-piercing feedback from all the recording devices.

One Colombo captain, Anthony (Big Anthony) Russo, was taped in December pledging to track down a rat and “chop his head off” only to turn into Tiny Tony and start eating cheese the minute he was pinched.

Now, we have a Genovese associate-turned-informant named Joe Barone crying about the FBI dumping him for getting involved in a murder-for-hire case with an NYPD informant.

Rats ratting out rats!

It’s almost enough to make you admire the standup guys, if there are any left.

Michael Daly, N.Y. Daily News.

I hope this post doesn’t stray too close to sanctimony or politics, two realms I normally try to avoid. But really, Michael Daly?

To his credit, Daly goes on to explain that the mobsters in question — the ones who take their full punishments and do not cooperate with investigators — aren’t exactly good people. But isn’t stigmatizing and terrorizing cooperative witnesses like, a real problem, and not just in mob movies and The Wire?

David Wright on his own bowling abilities

“Sometimes there’s not a lot to do,” the third baseman said. “I’ve picked up the bowling ball a few times this offseason, especially once I heard we’re going to have this league. I don’t want to be surprised by anything. So I practiced a little bit and I think I’m ready to go.”

Wright originally was coy about what he can bowl, but then offered: “I think it’s just the same with my baseball — just a lot of inconsistencies. Every once in a while I’ll creep up around 200. I can also bowl a 120 or 130. Just like baseball, I think it’s kind of parallel. I need to find some consistency in baseball, find some consistency in bowling.”

Adam Rubin, ESPN.com.

Maybe I’m just desperate for any little bit of baseball news, but there’s a lot to love in the quotes from Wright.

First and foremost, that’s about my same bowling range, though I don’t bowl that often. That means if I ever had the opportunity and things were falling my way, there’s actually some sport I might beat David Wright at.

Second, it’s hilarious and completely predictable that Wright, upon learning that the Mets would have a team bowling league this season, would practice for it. And it’s going to be especially funny when Wright strikes out the first time in Spring Training and some small but vocal group of morons asserts he should have spent more of his offseason watching game film and less of it bowling.

Also, and most interestingly — paging Seth Samuels — Wright here acknowledges his inconsistency. That’s not groundbreaking for a ballplayer (players speak of the need to achieve consistency all the damn time), but it feels at least mildly notable given how frequently Wright’s streakiness has been discussed this offseason.

Question

You like reading things I write, right? I assume you do, because you’re here, reading this now and presumably you are not a masochist.

But have you ever thought, “Man, reading all this stuff Ted has written for free is OK, but I really wish I could find some way to pay for stuff Ted has written?”

Well, now you can!

Pay real cash money now and you can soon check out my pieces in this year’s Amazin’ Avenue Annual and Maple Street Press Mets Annual. The former features an extended metaphor. The latter features brief previews of every National League team.

And hey, if you’ve still got money left over and extra space just burning a whole in your bookshelf, maybe pick up a copy of Belth’s Lasting Yankee Stadium Memories book. It features me, and also such sucker MCs as Joe Posnanski, Luis Guzman and Charles Pierce.

Oh speaking of Belth: Here’s me and him talking about Andy Pettitte in a very, very hot studio.

Sandwich of Last Week

Less talk more rock:

The sandwich: Cheesesteak with Cheez Whiz, without onions, with hot peppers from Carl’s Steaks, 34th and 3rd in Manhattan.

The construction: Basically all those things I listed above, on a hero roll (hoagie if you want to be all Philadelphian about it).

Important background information: OK, I don’t want to make this a whole thing about cheesesteaks because I’ve already written a whole thing about cheesesteaks, way back when. But I suspect that, at least in part due to the simplicity of their construction, cheesesteaks have a higher floor and lower ceiling than most sandwiches. More on this to follow.

What it looks like:

How it tastes: Primarily, it tastes like a cheesesteak.

Whenever I eat a cheesesteak that someone has recommended to me — as I have at Pat’s in Philly, and as I did at Carl’s — I come back to the same question: What is it about this particular cheesesteak that merited the mention?

Obviously there are particulars that impact the taste, some clearer than others: The roll has to be fresh. The cheese has to be reasonably plentiful. There should be ketchup, added by the sandwich’s maker or by me.

But once we get beyond that, what is there to a cheesesteak? Almost the entire sandwich is constituted of the thinly sliced steak, which tastes pretty much the same no matter where you get it — mostly dry, and more than anything a beefy conduit for delicious cheese and ketchup flavors.

Obviously cheese quality matters, but if you’re opting for the choice that’s standardized across many cheesesteak purveyors — the Cheez Whiz — then it just seems like there’s not going to be a hell of a lot of difference between the best and worst cheesesteaks*.

As for this cheesesteak: It was a pretty good cheesesteak, even on the narrow cheesesteak spectrum. The bread was clearly fresh, the proportions were fine, and the hot peppers added a nice kick to it. Would I say it was the best cheesesteak I’ve ever had? No, but then I can’t remember a specific cheesesteak deserving of that honor.

Is the one from Carl’s better than the one from the Midtown deli/foodbar place downstairs from my office? I think so. The bread is better and there’s a little more meat. Plus the place downstairs uses sliced American cheese, and I like the gooey creaminess the Whiz adds to Carl’s offering.

Can the cheesesteak at Carl’s compare to the famous sandwich at Pat’s? It’s not as big, for certain. But then I didn’t have to go to Philadelphia to get it. And the people at Carl’s are nice, to boot. I’ve said this before, but there’s really nothing I detest more than places that make it their shtick to be mean to customers. I’m paying you. It’s just a cheesesteak, bro, no need to be a jerk about it.

What it’s worth: The cheesesteak was $6.75 and the peppers were an extra 50 cents — totally reasonable. Also a trek around Murray Hill, but that’s a different story.

How it rates: I’ll say 73 out of 100, and note that a 73 is still a very good sandwich. And I’ll offer that probably all cheesesteaks made on even remotely fresh bread fall between 60 and 80 on the scale. I’ve yet to be blown away by a cheesesteak, though I remain open to having my mind changed about the whole narrow-deliciousness-spectrum thing.

*- Friend of TedQuarters Jake Rake has astutely pointed out that Jamaican beef patties are probably our most consistent food. You can get one at a chain like GoldenKrust or at a local place like Christie’s in Prospect Heights, or get one at a bodega or a pizzeria, and they all pretty much taste the same: awesome.