As it turns out, everything sounds pretty badass when said with a Russian accent

Seriously, someone needs to hip Jeff Wilpon to this. New Nets owner Mikhail Prokhorov doesn’t say anything overwhelmingly interesting in his video message to fans, but it all sounds confident and vaguely ominous.

I guess that has more to do with Hollywood than Prokhorov, but it helps that I know he kickboxes in his spare time and has confessed to paying bribes. It’s no small feat to buy into a team part-owned by Jay-Z and instantly become the shareholder with the most street cred.

Also, when asked today how he would be able to woo big-name free-agents, he said, “I have my own secrets.” I have no idea what that means, but it sounds awesome.

Boston fans apparently want to deny successful GM his right to see Pearl Jam

The only question I have is who was actually criticizing Epstein over this? I value my brain cells so I don’t listen to Boston talk radio, but were people actually considering this to be some sort of issue? I’d wager $10,000 that Theo Epstein works more hours and is better at his job than every single person who considered this to be a legitimate problem.

Craig Calcaterra, HardballTalk.

This. For those of you who don’t know the backstory: Theo Epstein went to a Pearl Jam concert instead of watching a Red Sox game (which he very well might have TiVo’d), and apparently Boston fans were so broken up about it that Nick Cafardo wrote a column defending Epstein.

The Red Sox endured an 86-year championship drought. Then the Curse of the Bambino magically ended the year after Epstein took the reins. It’s amazing how a series of smart moves can undo an age-old hex. And then the Sox won again in 2007, just to quiet any talk that the first could be a fluke.

Even with their team underperforming this season, Boston fans should wake up every morning and give thanks for whatever series of circumstances brought them Theo Epstein. His record is certainly not perfect, but he’s as good a GM as any in baseball. His teams have won two World Series in the seven seasons he has been at the helm.

And the funny thing is, that’s sort of implicit in any anger toward Epstein for taking a night off. As mad as they are over their team this season, Sox fans still want their GM working to try to better the club. I have to imagine there’d be plenty of Mets fans excited to hear that Omar Minaya was at a Pearl Jam concert if it meant he had his hands off the controls for a night.

R. Kelly outdoes himself, and surprisingly, that isn’t meant to imply anything sexual

I have to confess that I’m kind of fascinated by R. Kelly. I can never tell if he’s some great genius whose accomplishments I don’t quite understand and and whose greatness won’t be recognized until long after he’s passed, or if he’s just one of the least self-aware human beings on the planet.

And for some bizarre reason, I can’t pull myself away. One time I watched all 22 chapters of Trapped in the Closet in one sitting. Today, I transcribed the lyrics to his “Sign of a Victory,” one of the anthems for the 2010 FIFA World Cup, and quite possibly the worst song ever recorded. I couldn’t find them online, and I wanted to have them all written down for posterity.

The only part I couldn’t decipher was the female backup vocals that follow the most predictable key change since “Man in the Mirror.” If anyone can, please let me know in the comments section. Here’s the song:

And here are the lyrics:

I can see the colors of the rainbow
And I can feel the sun on my face
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
And I can feel heaven in this place.

And that’s the sign of a victory
That’s the sign of a victory

I can feel the spirit of the nations
And I can feel my wings riding the wind, yeah
I see the finish line just up ahead now
And I can feel the rising deep within.

That’s the sign of a victory
That’s the sign of a victory

Now I can see the distance of your journey
And how you fought with all your might
You open your eyes to global warming (Ed. Note: Huh?)
And through it all you sacrificed your life.

That’s the sign of a victory
That’s the sign of a victory

If we believe, we can achieve anything
Including the impossible, this I know
So let’s lift up our heads, yeah
And raise the flag, yeah
Scream like you’re born to win
Now let the dance begin!

That’s the sign of a victory
That’s the sign of a victory
That’s the sign of a victory
That’s the sign of a victory

When you keep on fighting
After you’ve lost your strength
That’s the sign of a victory
When darkness is all around you
And you still find your way
That’s the sign of a victory
You’ve got the victory, sing
C’mon and sing!
Lift up your voice and sing
That’s the sign of a victory
Ohhh, that’s the sign of a victory.

Time to shelve the bunting

Seriously, though: Last night, in the top of the ninth inning, Jerry Manuel decided to pinch-hit Gary Matthews Jr. and his .457 OPS for Chris Carter, the team’s No. 3 hitter in the game. Manuel did this because he hoped Matthews could bunt Luis Castillo into scoring position.

Castillo got into scoring position all by himself thanks to Billy Wagner’s wild pitch. But even with Castillo on second and even after Matthews, against all odds, worked the count to 3-1, Manuel still wanted him bunting. Why? Well, duh: Because Matthews hasn’t been swinging the bat well.

Which is exactly why he shouldn’t be pinch-hitting for the No. 3 hitter in the top of the ninth in a tie game.

Nevermind that Carter probably shouldn’t have been the No. 3 hitter. This space is not for ripping Chris Carter, one of the few Mets ripping the ball recently. And nevermind that Wagner is a southpaw and Carter hits lefthanded; Wagner has demonstrated almost no platoon advantage in his career and Carter’s, in the minors, was small. Small enough that he’s still almost certainly a better hitter against lefties than Gary Matthews Jr. Heck, if Manuel was so dead set on having a righty up against Wagner, he probably would have been better off sending Carter up to bat on the wrong side of the plate than Matthews and his .457 OPS.

Nevermind that. Mind why a manager would want to sacrifice bunt a decent runner to third base when there are no outs in the inning. (And the top of an inning, no less, with a bullpen far from guaranteed to shut the Braves out in the bottom half.)

To set up the sac fly, I guess. But why give up one of your most valuable commodities — outs — to put a runner on third for David Wright, with all his well-documented recent struggles to make contact?

Of course, Manuel didn’t trust Matthews to swing away, and he initially had Matthews in the game for his ability to bunt Castillo into scoring position. That’s a much more defensible strategy, if still a frustrating one. And probably the manager didn’t want to “show up” his player by pinch-hitting for him in the middle of an at-bat. Instead he just showed him up by not letting him swing on a 3-1 count with a runner on second.

Whatever. Whatever, whatever.

Manuel is managing with his back to the wall or his head on the chopping block or whatever other convenient metaphor you want to use to say, “in serious jeopardy of losing his damn job.” And apparently, when desperate to win games, Manuel will tell his players to bunt in every remotely feasible situation.

Manuel seems like a genuinely good guy. The players appear to enjoy playing for him. The media likes him too — after all, after Willie Randolph, it’s refreshing to cover a manager who will explain his thinking in clearer terms than just, “going with my guys” and “grindin’.”

But if the Mets are going to can Manuel eventually, they should just, you know, do it. Not for any nebulous issues of leadership, not because David Wright now seems to strike out constantly, not because Manuel’s big “throw strikes” philosophy from Spring Training has the team leading the Majors in walks. No manager in the world should be expected to convince Oliver Perez to reliably throw the ball over the plate.

Manuel is too often failing his team in the real, measurable, tactical aspects of managing. Ironically, in his urgency to win games, he is helping the team lose them: Overtaxing his relievers, relying way too heavily on platoon splits, and of course, bunting incessantly.

Martino: Mets did not “respond” to pregame drama

It was an interesting and memorable scene this afternoon in the visiting clubhouse at Turner Field. After Jeff Wilpon, Omar Minaya and John Ricco closed the door to Jerry Manuel’s office, a crowd of reporters retreated to the other end of the room, and settled in to stare at the white brick wall that separated us from team brass….

Several hours after that, the Mets won a baseball game. A good game, actually, with clutch pitching from Mike Pelfrey, who just has that ace look to him most of the time this year, the way he stands on the mound and establishes a rhythm and pace for the entire game.

Afterwards, the Mets made clear that they were oblivious to most of the drama. They weren’t lying or feeding us clichés. This stuff matters way more to media and fan-types than it does to the guys on the roster.

Andy Martino, Surfing the Mets.

Martino nails it here. The Mets’ decision-makers met, and then the Mets beat the Braves. The Mets did not beat the Braves because their decision-makers met. The Mets beat the Braves because even the worst baseball teams still win 1/3 of their games, and because Mike Pelfrey had a good game and Pedro Feliciano managed to wiggle his way out of a jam.

On Twitter last night, it was pretty baffling to see how eager people were to make post hoc ergo propter hoc arguments off a single game. It’s one game! And, for like the millionth time, to suggest that the Mets were somehow trying harder because they knew their manager was under the gun is to imply that professional baseball players aren’t trying really, really hard all the damn time.

Except, you know, for that whole thing

More history Friday night at the Stadium as Alex Rodriguez smashed a grand slam, continuing his pursuit of the all-time dinger leaders. On the Yankees Entertainment & Sports Network, this grand feat was not put in its proper perspective. YES popped up a “Home Runs, Most of All Time” chart. Michael Kay commented on it.

But he never mentioned that unlike A-Rod, those ahead of him on the list had not hit homers with the aid of performance-enhancing substances.

Bob Raissman, N.Y. Daily News.

Ahead of A-Rod on the list: Barry Bonds and Sammy Sosa. Also, for what it’s worth, Hank Aaron and Willie Mays.

I’m generally not one to defend Michael Kay, but maybe he had the sense to avoid a topic basically everyone in the world besides newspaper columnists has grown tired of discussing.

As far as I can tell, every single one of A-Rod’s 588 regular-season home runs went over the fence, and every single one counted toward helping his team win.

Unless Major League Baseball someday identifies precisely which home runs were aided by PEDs (and figures out what to do about the ones that came off similarly enhanced pitchers) and strikes them from the record, A-Rod deserves to be listed among the all-time leaders.

And it shouldn’t be Kay’s responsibility to qualify every home run he hits for the rest of his Yankee career. We know what happened. No one’s thrilled about the so-called steroid era, but I’m guessing no one wants to be reminded of it every time a “tainted” but still historically great slugger homers, either.