Market watching

Far be it for me to believe everything I read in the newspaper, but something in John Harper’s piece in this morning’s Daily News caught my eye:

The explanation coming from the Mets last night, via a club source, is that they are focused on offense first, as they continue negotiations with [Bengie] Molina and outfielder Jason Bay. As such they aren’t ready to negotiate with pitchers until they know how much it costs to add bats.

The quote comes in reference to Jason Marquis’ signing a two-year, $15 million pact with the Nationals yesterday, despite his clear interest in playing in New York.

I don’t think Marquis is quite what he’s been hyped up to be, but $15 million over two years seems a reasonable price for a guy who, at the very least, can eat up innings in a frequently unhealthy rotation plagued by uncertainty.

There are plenty of other pitchers still on the market who are arguably just as good as Marquis, so it’s unfair to call him the One that Got Away or to criticize the Mets simply for their failure to lock him down at that rate.

But if the explanation Harper provides is correct, it speaks to a larger problem, and one I spent a whole lot of time whining about last offseason.

The Mets, presumably, are operating within some sort of budget. I have no idea what it is, but it’s safe to say they have a certain limited amount of dollars to spend on free-agent acquisitions this offseason.

That money should be spent improving the club in the most efficient way possible, and the most efficient way is certainly not keeping tunnel vision locked on Jason Bay and Bengie Molina and missing out on potential bargains elsewhere in the market.

Perhaps signing Marquis would mean the Mets, heaven forbid, would not have enough cash left over to lock down Bengie Molina. But even if the Mets have some good reason to believe Molina is worth a big contract, they must also realize that their team could stand to be better in a variety of places, including the starting rotation.

In other words, instead of going all-in for bats, the Mets should determine exactly how much they believe Bay and Molina are worth to their team and work from there. If those players are unwilling to sign for that much money, the team would be better suited finding more economical ways to improve, be it in the lineup or the starting rotation.

Last year, when Minaya was openly “not in the position-player market,” the Mets overspent on Oliver Perez. This year, when the Mets decidedly are in the position-player market, innings-eating starting pitchers could be available at a discount, and the team might be wise to scoop one up.

In other words, as I’ve said before, the position-player market and the starting-pitching market are really the same market: Players who could potentially help a team win. If position players appear too costly, a team is better off looking elsewhere.

Again, it’s impossible to rip Minaya at this point in the offseason, since he hasn’t made any big-ticket mistakes yet. Harper’s piece only suggests he could be going down that road.

Teams win with some combination of good pitching, good hitting and good defense. Precisely which combination doesn’t matter, so the best GMs are the ones who can identify the inefficiencies in the market and exploit them, rather than targeting one specific aspect of winning baseball and ignoring the rest.

Items of note

The Mets either are or aren’t considering bringing back Pedro Martinez. More to follow, for sure.

Sam Page lobby for Mark DeRosa.

Ryota Igarashi signed with the Mets because he’s looking for a “team to proceed to the World Series.” I’m guessing something got lost in translation somewhere.

An 86-year-old female former pro wrestler kissed Johnny Damon last night at Monday Night Raw. Damon said he was happy to show the world that the old and frail could still be attractive, at least to an 86-year-old woman.

Culture Jammin’: Actual culture jamming

So apparently it’s a big deal in England to have the No. 1 single during Christmas week. And apparently for the last four years, the Christmas charts have been dominated by winners of X Factor, a Simon Cowell-produced pop-singing competition in the American Idol mold.

And apparently this year, someone got so disgusted with it that he started an Internet movement. So this year, Rage Against the Machine’s “Killing in the Name” will be the U.K.’s No. 1 Christmas single.

Cool.

If I were to list bands by the amount they impacted my life, Rage would easily crack the top 5. I vividly remember the first time I heard their self-titled debut album, in my friend’s basement when I was in 7th grade, and spending the rest of the day figuring out the basslines while he tried his best to imitate Tom Morello’s erupting volcano of guitar posturing.

I don’t listen to them much anymore unless they come up on shuffle or something, at least partly because at some point I considered the various issues inherent in being socialist rock stars. Presumably the members of Rage Against the Machine made a lot of money off it, and though I suppose they would argue spreading their messages was for a greater good, I spent a lot of cash on their albums, concert tickets and paraphernalia.

That made it harder to take their shtick seriously.

Still, that shouldn’t take away from how funky and awesome their songs are. Hearing “Killing In the Name” played live in the video attached to the article linked above reminded me how powerful their music could be, and how stylish Zack De La Rocha’s lyrical flow is, and how they’re really the only band to ever master the rap-rock subgenre.

So good for them, and good for the Internet, and good for society at large. Morello says it’s a sign that “people in the U.K. are tired of being spoonfed one schmaltzy ballad after another; they want to take back their own charts.”

And so they were, and so they did.

It feels like a lot of great musical movements stem from backlash; there will always be trendsetters and outliers and good music beyond what’s dominating the charts, but at the same time, there will always be plenty of open-mouthed consumers happy to swallow up whatever record companies are spoonfeeding them.

Eventually, it gets so predictable and so overwhelmingly awful that someone or something comes along and shakes up the system, and then those same consumers wake up and beg to be spoonfed something else for a while. Then the record companies figure out what people are buying, and how to mass-produce it, so Nirvana and Pearl Jam beget Creed and Nickelback and eventually the whole cycle repeats itself.

Not necessarily a bad thing, just a thing.

I’m not so naive as to think one Internet stunt is going to topple the Simon Cowell empire, and that thanks to this incident record companies will suddenly start searching for and promoting cool and original music again, but it’s got to be at least a small step in the right direction.

Anyway, here’s Rage’s “No Shelter.” When this came out, I thought it was about the most rock and roll thing imaginable that a song on the Godzilla soundtrack could deem the movie “pure [expletive] filler.” Then I realized the makers of Godzilla and producers of its soundtrack probably didn’t care, and maybe even figured the line might help them sell a few more CDs.

Still a good song, though. Lyrics NSFW:

Jets-Falcons recap

Do I have any great insight into why the Jets lost yesterday? No. Mark Sanchez threw three interceptions, which is bad.

But there was a whole lot of bad luck at play too, I think. What are the chances that they botch three field goals in the same game?

You can chalk that up partly to bad execution on special teams, I guess, and these weren’t the first botched snaps of the season, but three in a row?

I’m pretty sure it’s just the universe course correcting and making sure the Jets finish 8-8. Last year, the fates were unable to best Dick Jauron’s horrible coaching and Gang Green actually finished 9-7. This year, 8-8. Mark it down. Everything as it should be.

Anyway, here’s me and Brian Bassett talking about it:

About this Bob Klapisch column

OK, so I promised I’d weigh in on this Bob Klapisch column, and here’s that.

This Bob Klapisch column is entirely based on faulty premises. Check ’em out:

considering how poorly Omar Minaya has done this winter… They need to address their bankrupt minor league system…. The Mets had one legitimate shot at improving themselves this winter and saw it vanish when John Lackey signed with the Red Sox…. Still, the Mets have to make peace with the idea that the Santana experiment has failed, just as the Carlos Beltran, Pedro Martinez and Billy Wagner gambles all turned to vapor…. Wright, in particular, could bring a bundle of prospects in return — and who knows, he might just welcome a trade since he’s playing in a new ballpark he obviously hates.

I could continue, but I’d basically be quoting the entire column, and that’s not good for Internet integrity.

I’m not going to reiterate why all of these tidbits presented as facts are nonsense. If you’ve read this space with any frequency, you know I don’t think Omar Minaya has blown anything yet this offseason, nor that John Lackey was the Mets’ “one legitimate shot” this winter, nor that the Mets’ Minor League system is bankrupt, nor that Carlos Beltran is an investment gone awry, nor that Wright “obviously hates” Citi Field.

And it’s hard to kill Klapisch for simply aggregating a ton of different sentiments coming from the mainstream media that explain why the Mets are doomed. He’s certainly not the first to suggest that Lackey was the team’s only answer, or that they have no prospects to speak of.

But the idea of trading Santana now — and I don’t think even Klapisch is suggesting it as a reasonable option — is baffling. Trading Santana now and handing off his huge contract to some willing taker would amount to little more than a salary dump with the ace coming off elbow surgery. Plus, Santana has a full no-trade clause, so it’s not even necessarily an option.

What I will say is that Klapisch should earn a small margin of credit for suggesting the Mets rebuild, since it’s at least out-of-the-box thinking. But a three-year plan?

C’mon. I really don’t understand the thinking that the Mets’ window to win with Santana, Reyes, Wright and Beltran is closing quick. All four of those players are elite talents under the Mets’ control through 2011. If all four are healthy — no safe bet, for sure — the only thing holding the Mets back from competing every single season is a halfway decent supporting cast.

That’s the problem here, right? The issue with the Mets’ front office has never been its ability to acquire or develop All-Stars, it’s the inability to identify decent, cost-efficient talent with which to complement them.

That should be the goal. Teams with the Mets’ finances should never have to blow it all up and start from scratch.

Especially — especially! — not when trading any of their All-Stars would amount to a sell-low deal.

The Mets’ lineup and pitching staff has question marks absolutely everywhere going into 2010, so I would never advocate trading youth or making foolish commitments to older players to try to patch things together for a one-season run. Never.

But there’s a big difference between a question mark and a goose egg, and for all the cases against players on the Mets’ roster, there is an equally strong counter-argument.

So the mission statement for this offseason should remain the same as it was before Lackey signed that big contract with the Sox: First, do no harm.

By July, the Mets will have a much better sense of what to expect from every player on their team moving forward. And many of their best prospects will be in the midst of their first full seasons in the high minors.

Only then will they really know how hopeless their franchise is, and how bereft of young talent. And if then the outlook is still as bleak as Klapisch suggests it is, then sure, blow up what you can, retool, look forward.

But until then, the only thing the Mets and their fans absolutely need to do is be patient. That’s not the type of suggestion that attracts web traffic or sells newspapers, but it’s the one that will ultimately be best for the club.

Bearer of “Bad News”

We’re a bit short-staffed around here this week due to the holiday and so I am quite busy, but I promise to weigh in on the Bob Klapisch column that’s blowing up the Internet a bit later.

Until then, check out this awesome piece by Chris Tomasson at Fanhouse detailing the story of Marvin “Bad News” Barnes, former basketball star, drug addict and marijuana dealer.

The story is a fascinating one, but it’s loaded up with the type of “if only” quotes you always see peppering the tales of great athletes gone astray. If only he had _____, he would have been _____.

I always wonder about that. Obviously there’s something to be said for positive influences and role models that can keep a player out of trouble, but I wonder to what extent people can be hard-wired for destructive behavior.

Could Marvin Barnes have stayed away from drugs? Maybe. But maybe his proneness to drug abuse was part of who he was, and if he was different, he would have been a whole different person who also wasn’t a remarkably talented basketball player.

That might not make sense, so I’ll try to put it in simpler and far less tragic terms: How many times did you, in school or life or wherever, encounter someone truly brilliant who just could not seem to ever motivate himself? It happens all the time, it seems, and we say, oh, if that guy could only get his s@#! together he’d be the valedictorian or the CEO or the Pulitzer Prize winner.

But what if that guy’s inability to motivate himself is as much a part of his makeup as the qualities that make him seem so smart? What if some high achiever with less capacity for creative and abstract thought has more capacity for dedication and drive?

I’ve got no answers. I suppose the truth lies somewhere in the middle; people are born with certain tendencies, but their behavior comes from a combination of their makeup and their experience.

Items of note

Busy morning for me. Today’s links come with hat tips to Amazin’ Avenue, Deadspin and Can’t Stop the Bleeding.

Phil Mushnick says Jose Reyes should have dressed nicer for his radio interview on WFAN. Yeah, I know it was simulcast on YES, but still. The only reasonable response to that interview was realizing how awesome Jose Reyes still is.

Keith Hernandez uses Strat-O-Matic cards to guide his analysis. Awesome.

Turns out sleep is still really important to body function. I had so much trouble getting my SAT students to believe that, back in the day.

Your first investment with Wu-Tang Financial? Obviously the Shaolin Temple.

From the Wikipedia: Victor Gruen

I spent about six hours wandering around the Palisades Mall yesterday, and based on empirical evidence, I’d say it’s a pretty safe bet you did too.

From the Wikipedia: Victor Gruen

Architect Victor Gruen was born Viktor David Grünbaum in Vienna, but changed his name when he emigrated to the United States in 1938. He didn’t do anything particularly interesting until the mid-1950s, when he designed the first surburban open-air mall outside of Detroit, then the first enclosed mall in the U.S. in Edina, Minnesota.

For this, Gruen’s name is given to “The Gruen Effect” or “The Gruen Transfer,” the experience a shopper has when he enters a mall, becomes disoriented, forgets what he came for, and ends up ambling around the mall looking at shiny things in store windows.

That’s intentional. Gruen himself would, later in life, speak out against intentionally manipulative architecture, but his name is now inextricably linked to it. Shopping-mall designers want you to get lost in their creations, kind of like how casino designers want you to have no idea what time of day it is. The end is the same: You keep spending money.

For a shopper — even one familiar with the mall in question — it takes an inordinate amount of will power to enter the mall focused on a single purchase, make that purchase and leave without being distracted by something at some other store. Often, a mall will have nooks and crannies that force you to look directly at other stores, rather than present an unobstructed view straight down any hall.

Note that in most malls, you can’t see an exit from any of the main shopping areas. It’s never just a long hall with stores on both sides and a big door at the end. That would make it too easy to escape.

The most downright Gruenizing mall I’ve ever been to is the hilarious Mall of America outside Minneapolis. It’s a complete maze, and it’s got like seven Orange Julii. And an amusement park. And an aquarium. I spent a full day there once in lieu of actually checking out Minneapolis.

The funniest instance of the Gruen transfer, of course, occurs in the movie Blues Brothers, when Jake and Elwood drive into the Dixie Square Mall while fleeing from cops, then, in the midst of a high-speed pursuit, become taken with all the shopping options.

“This place has got everything.”

Gets me every time.

I’m not saying the Gruen effect is a bad thing, of course. It just is what it is. I’m from Long Island, so I’m contractually obligated to like shopping malls, even if it’s more of a grotesque fascination. It’s just funny to me to hear people say things like, “Oh, that mall sucks so much, I always get lost there,” when, in fact, that means the mall has done its job.

Art Attack: Loria gets his art on

I’ve always been interested in stadium architecture. I like sports and my father is an architect, so I guess it’s a natural fit.

I wrote my final grad school paper on the Bird’s Nest stadium that was, at the time, under construction for the 2008 Olympics in Beijing. I touched on some of the themes of that essay in this column.

In this country, the term “stadium architecture” is often something of an oxymoron. Jeffrey Loria, for better or worse, is out to change that:

Marlins owner Jeffrey Loria’s vision has always been to turn the franchise’s new ballpark into a work of art.

OK, so that’s a bit pretentious. “I’m going to make a big awesome new stadium, and it’s going to be ART, dammit!” But you’ve got to respect the guy for trying to shake things up a bit in the stadium-design paradigm. I thought the Rays’ new stadium would be the first place to do that, but then the bottom fell out of the project.

Anyway, the Marlins got the Miami Art in Public Places Trust to commission a few local and international artists for installations at the new place, and at least a couple of them look to be pretty awesome. Ron Grooms’ home-run celebration feature looks a bit hokey, for sure, but it’s colorful and fan-friendly and a very Miami-appropriate take on the Shea Stadium apple.

What I love, though, is the proposed project by Daniel Arsham and Snarkitecture to commemorate the old Orange Bowl, which was demolished in 2008 to make room for the stadium. The plan is to create concrete replicas of the letters from the Orange Bowl’s original sign and scatter them around the stadium’s entrance plaza.

That’s sweet. The letters can serve as seating or identifiable meeting places for fans outside of the ballpark, and at the same time work as a memorial to a part of the city’s sports history. They’ll look a bit random, for sure, and I can imagine a bunch of incredulous Tweets from beat writers seeing the place for the first time, but they’re clearly fun.

There’s a lot about the new stadium and its design that’s a bit risky, and obviously it’s too soon to say if or how it will all look and work, but good for the Marlins for attempting something different.