Admit that you could see this happening

So it’s no secret that the Mets will be looking for an upgrade in left field this offseason, and luckily for them, both good player Jason Bay and very good player Matt Holliday will be available on the free-agent market.

Unfortunately for the Mets, both the Red Sox and Yankees will be looking for left fielders, as well. I have no idea what specifically those clubs will look for, but Sox GM Theo Epstein has been adamant that he will try to re-sign Bay.

There’s no guarantee that will happen — it’s likely Epstein is openly praising Bay only because Bay is part of the Red Sox. But should it happen, and should the Yanks offer Holliday a blank check — also not a sure thing because of the way they spent money last offseason — it’s easy to imagine the Mets settling for current Yanks left fielder and free agent-to-be Johnny Damon.

Here’s why:

1) Durability: If you’ve followed the Mets under Omar Minaya, you recognize that their offseason tendency is always to fix the principal concern from the previous season. In 2009, that was the team’s inability to stay healthy. In 2009, Damon played in more than 140 games for the 14th consecutive season.

2) Marketability: It will be tough for the Mets to sell tickets and ads in February, but Damon would help the cause. Maybe not as much as Holliday, for sure, but Damon is a familiar face in New York with a reputation as a clubhouse leader and a hustler. The Mets could try to sell fans on his intangibles while propping him up as a “proven winner” after his contributions to the 2004 Red Sox and, should they succeed, the 2009 Yankees.

3) Illusions of power and defense: The Mets are looking to add a power bat to the lineup and upgrade their defense. Damon doesn’t really do either of those things, but he is coming off a 24-homer season and probably maintains some of his rep as a rangy defender even though he’s outgrown it. If the Mets wanted to get really creative, they could argue that Damon’s tendency to pull his homers could help him take advantage of Citi’s right-field corner.

In case you haven’t picked up on it yet, I’m not on board with this idea I created myself. Here’s why they shouldn’t:

1) He’s 35: There’s a reason very few players have played 14 straight seasons with 140 games or more. Old players get hurt more often. Signing Damon — who has managed to stay on the field despite numerous minor injuries — to a multi-year deal because of his ability to stay healthy would likely prove ironic.

2) He’s not good at defense: Damon could still boast above-average range, according to UZR, as of 2008. But in 2009, it appears the nagging injuries and Matsui-forced inability to take days off as a DH caught up with him. Also, if you’ve seen him throw, you know about his “arm.”

3) He’s the biggest sellout of all time: This is a subjective thing and I really don’t begrudge baseball players for taking the largest contracts offered to them, but leaving the Red Sox for the Yankees while shaving his caveman beard and cutting his hair was just too much. C’mon, guy. At least get yourself a beard clause in the contract. He makes Mark McGrath look like Ian MacKaye.

Items of note

Joe Girardi is being absolutely skewered for what appears to be a case of overmanaging his bullpen in last night’s loss. Just a really weird decision.

There’s some speculation that the Jets could look for a replacement for Kris Jenkins by trade, but Brian Bassett is rightfully skeptical.

It really looks like Mariano Rivera spit on the ball yesterday. I highly doubt that’s his secret, but if it is and he’s been getting away with it for this long, he’s kind of my hero.

StubHub revealed itself as part of the global conspiracy to torture Cerrone.

I don’t condone this kind of violence, even though I understand his frustration. Dude: Don’t shoot the Taco Bell employees; they’re the ones who make the tacos.

The Eddy Curry Fat wheel

Chris asked what the “Eddy Curry Fat” wheel in the header photo is about. It’s from the following episode of The Nooner, from when SNY’s Studio B was under construction, and highlighted by an unbelievable and scene-stealing turn by former SNY.tv digital sales dude Joey Pops:


As you can see, I really needed a haircut. The next day I appeared in another episode, one that no one but me has ever found funny:


See me do stuff

If you check back here often, you’ve probably noticed the new photo of the back of my head and a portion of my desk on Twitter. The photo is courtesy of Matt Cerrone, and stemmed from a discussion we had over precisely what niche I was aiming to fill in an already-crowded blogosphere.

In short, I have none. Maybe I’ll figure that out in time. I enjoy writing a column on SNY.tv and will continue to do so, but my priorities at work don’t always allow the type of time required to hash out a full-length column.

So that’s what the photo is about. Because of my job, I spend a lot of time sitting at my desk and thinking about sports. So the photo in the header is what the back of my head looks like when I sit at my desk and think about sports.

And this blog, I suppose, is what the inside of my head looks like when I sit at my desk and think about sports. It’s a home for my scatterbrained drivel, and I sense Matt was eager to help with it at least partly because it means that same drivel won’t be yelled at him from across this office while he’s trying to get work done.

This is also a place to aggregate some of the video stuff I do, mostly so my parents and wife will know where to find it. So here’s what the front of my head looks like when I sit at someone else’s desk and talk about sports:

Angel Pagan is pretty good

Marty Noble has a new Mets.com mailbag out today, and in it, he discusses Angel Pagan:

He was a productive offensive player last season. But his errors — of omission, commission and in thinking — were so many, assessing his skills can’t be done so readily.

I don’t know. Maybe that’s true. Pagan did make a few really terrible mental mistakes in 2009. But were they really so bad as to take away from the value he added to the team?

Not nearly. Bill James Online, which relies on video scouts from Baseball Info Solutions to judge how many plays a defender makes above or below the average player at his position, had Pagan as a +12 left fielder, a +7 center fielder and a +1 right fielder. Presumably, that includes the penalties levied against Pagan for his blunders.

And on the basepaths? The same site has him as a +12 baserunner, meaning he gained 12 more bases with his feet than the average player would in similar situations. (Note: I initially botched — by a lot — my reading of his stats page. I wrote that he was +35, which is his career total.)

He was thrown out on the bases four times, which isn’t great. But I’d guess that a player so aggressive on the basepaths will always be more prone to the occasional gaffe. So while everyone was so busy chastising Pagan for the times he cost the Mets runs with his baserunning, they forgot to celebrate all the runs he actually earned the team with his legs.

So essentially, there are ways to assess readily assess his skills despite his lapses in concentration. I’m not saying we should take the Bill James Online stats as gospel, but since they do weigh both his positive and negative contributions, they provide a lot of assistance in figuring out how to value his tendency for the baserunning or defensive yip.

And the verdict shows that Pagan, when you combine his plus defense and plus baserunning with his .837 OPS, was pretty damn good in 2009.

Should the Mets count on it going forward? Maybe not. But they certainly shouldn’t hold against Pagan all the nonsensical sanctimony about him playing the game the wrong way.

Incidentally, the first question in Noble’s mailbag regards Carl Crawford’s “personality and leadership” and is posed by a Queens resident named “James K.” Could this be James Kannengieser, Amazin’ Avenue writer, occasional TedQuarters commenter and sabermetric knight-errant of the Mets’ blogosphere? James, are you baiting Marty Noble?

A more thorough hatred

This is a completely subjective matter of little real import, but I’ve been talking to a bunch of Mets fans about World Series possibilities, and a shocking number would favor the Phillies over the Yankees.

What? No. No.

You’re killing me. The Yankees are annoying, and they’re the Mets’ crosstown rivals, and we’re all sick of certain elements of their fan base acting like entitled ingrates. I know what that’s about.

But the Phillies are the Mets’ actual rivals. They’re like the worst type of evil. And they won the World Series last year! Have you ever been to a game at Philadelphia as a Mets fan? Do you know how much worse it would be if they won a second World Series? It would be the worst thing that ever happened, bar none.

The Yankees have plenty of annoying players, but the Phillies have Shane Victorino. Are you really going to put yourself in a position of rooting for Shane Victorino? SHANE VICTORINO?

No. No, no, no.

Certain Yankee fans are going to be obnoxious and entitled regardless of whether they win this year, because the Yankees have 26 world championships to their credit. But one of the only things we, as Mets fans, have on the Phillies is that they’ve endured years and years of phutility.

Do you really want to lose that to stop the Yanks from winning No. 27?

I don’t. I’m not even rooting against the Yanks in the ALCS. These are probably four of the bottom six teams I’d care to see left in the playoffs (the Red Sox and Braves are the others), but there is no team I’m rooting against harder than the Phillies. Not even close.

Maybe your whole premise is silly

John Harper and Wallace Matthews both wrote columns this week about A-Rod’s magical development of clutchness, specifically about how getting his steroids use off his chest and playing “under the radar” all season relieved the pressure that prevented A-Rod from performing in the playoffs.

But maybe A-Rod’s just performing in the playoffs because he’s one of the very best players in baseball.

Look: A-Rod had a couple of very bad postseasons in 2005 and 2006. That’s true. But those two bad stretches accounted for a total of 29 at-bats, hardly a reasonable sample size upon which to gauge his ability in the clutch. In 2007, A-Rod posted an unspectacular but solid .267/.353/.467 in the ALDS, but since he already had the unclutch label, all anyone wanted to see was how he didn’t come through.

And of course, they saw him “tight” and “pressing” and all of those vagaries we almost always notice when we have it in our minds that a player is struggling.

It’s the whole rabbit or duck thing again.

In A-Rod’s case, I saw it too. It really looked to me like A-Rod was somehow not programmed to come through in those situations.

Betting on it continuing, though? For the one of the best hitters of this era? Not a smart wager.

So now Harper is trying to take credit for having called, so to speak, A-Rod’s postseason dominance. But you know who else called it? The wisest of sportswriters: math.

It’s called regression to the mean. Good baseball players, when given a large enough sample of at-bats, will usually perform like good baseball players. Even if there is some mental hiccup standing in their way, the large majority of players will overcome it and again perform like they always do, because overcoming mental hiccups is an important aspect of reaching the Major Leagues.

Now A-Rod’s career postseason line is .294/.384/.519, remarkably similar to his career .305/.390/.576 line. His postseason record is notable only for his one notable postseason record: Most nonsensical columns inspired.

Items of note

According to a New York Times article, baseball’s unwritten rules don’t actually exist. And good. Unwritten rules are the dumbest thing in the world, and I include the silly gentleman’s agreement-type rules that prevent players from bunting to break up no-hitters and such. If it’s important enough to be a rule, make it a rule. If not, I want my team exploiting it for a competitive advantage.

Apparently Kris Jenkins’ knee injury could end his season. I think that might be extraordinarily bad.

Mike Silva wonders if Tony Bernazard joining forces with Scott Boras will negatively impact the Mets. I tend to doubt it. Silva reminds us that the Mets were a “persona non grata” with Boras after Steve Phillips poo-pooed A-Rod’s demands, but I always understood it to be other way around. Say what you will about Boras, he’s an amazing businessman, and he knows better than to alienate one of the teams with the most money to spend on his players.

Was it really so obvious to everyone that the Mets should have signed Randy Wolf last year? Maybe, but I missed it. He was coming off his first healthy season in five and hadn’t been much above average since 2002.

Buffaloed

OK, everyone’s going to pile on Mark Sanchez for his crappy performance in that miserable, awful Jets game. And they should, he threw five interceptions.

But it’s not like he was getting much help from Dustin Keller. Honestly, that was just a brutal, brutal performance from the tight end. How many catchable passes did he not catch? And how poorly timed was that offsides penalty?

And Rex Ryan? Not such a good job, either. First off, someone’s got to take the blame when the team makes 14 penalties for 96 yards, and it might as well be the head coach. Also, using up a timeout for a bad challenge to gain like 10 yards? Awesome move, dude. I know it didn’t end up mattering, but c’mon.

How about that Jets’ run defense? All offseason we heard all about how hard-hitting Gang Green would be this year, and for a while, it appeared to be true. Then it turned out that the only people they were hitting hard were defenseless receivers and quarterbacks who had already thrown the ball. Maybe try actually tackling, guys. I don’t know. Maybe that’s not in Rex Ryan’s lauded defensive scheme.

Lito Sheppard got burnt up like Ricky Williams on multiple occasions. Not in the fun way, either.

Basically the only people who shouldn’t take heat for this one are Darrelle Revis, who’s great (despite the holding calls), Thomas Jones, and the Jets’ offensive line, who gave Sanchez enough time to make some downright Favrey decisions.

Do you know how bad the Bills are? The Bills are terrible. The Bills were trying to lose that game; the Jets just wanted it more.

I’m not willing to call this season over or say “same old Jets” just yet, because the team looked awesome in its three wins and I’ve got to assume there’s some sort of learning curve for a rookie head coach and a rookie quarterback. This one was awful, though.

Oh, but the game’s Least Valuable Player award has to go to Dick Enberg. I’m sorry, dude, how is it that you can’t pronounce Sanchez? Have you not heard this surname like a million times by now? And please, could you tell me one more time about if Mark Sanchez has ever played in cold weather before? I’m just not sure I got it the first seven times.

I’m sick of that storyline already and it hasn’t even hit the papers or talk-radio yet. But it’s coming soon, I’m certain. I can’t wait.

Maybe, just maybe this kicks the team in the jocks and they wake up to shut some people up. But that Kris Jenkins injury is terrible. If he’s out, Rex Ryan’s going to have to suit up himself to jam up the interior, and based on his performance tonight I’m not sure that’s ag ood idea.

And that beautiful young rookie quarterback is now working against public perception, maybe for the first time in his life.

Destiny is calling, Mark Sanchez. Will you accept the charges?

Valhalla, I am coming

I planned on checking out some of Westchester’s ample and beautiful bike trails today, but it’s 43 degrees and raining here, so I’ll have to sit inside, watch football and eat Buffalo wings all day.

What a pity.

The single greatest thing about being an American, I think, and probably the only thing that reliably makes me feel patriotic, is the confluence of Buffalo wings and football. It is, without a doubt, a synergistic relationship. Both things are independently amazing, but together, they’re Biblically awesome.

One of the millions of fascinating things about Buffalo wings is that they’re one of the few spicy foods invented in a cool-weather climate. Traditionally, our spiciest (and often best) foods come from hot places. Think Mexico, Thailand and Jamaica.

I’m guessing this is because meat spoils faster in hotter temperatures, and so historically, spices were used both to preserve the meat and mask less-than-fresh flavor. I have no evidence of that, of course, but it seems to make a lot of sense. Plus hot peppers grow in warm climates.

But Buffalo wings come from Buffalo, which is a cold place. According to legend, they were first served at Anchor Bar in Buffalo and from what I understand, before they were first served at Anchor Bar, people didn’t even eat chicken wings at all. They were used only for soup stock.

Each member of the Bellissimos, the family that owns Anchor Bar, tells a different Buffalo wing creation myth. That’s another interesting thing about the Buffalo wing, I guess. I’ve been to Anchor Bar and eaten they’re wings, and they’re pretty good. Not the best wings I’ve ever had, but tasty enough to make me believe that they could start the wonderful trend that has since consumed the country.

The most interesting thing about Buffalo wings, of course, is how ridiculously delicious they are. And football is upon us, so I have to stop writing about Buffalo wings and start consuming Buffalo wings.

The purpose of this post, though, was to give a shoutout to the best wings I’ve found so far in the Westchester area. One of the saddest parts of leaving Brooklyn, for me, was leaving behind the amazing Wing Wagon on Flatbush and 7th Ave. in my old neighborhood of Prospect Heights.

But I was lucky enough to stumble upon So Dam Hot last week, and it proved to be a worthy successor to the throne of Local Place that Provides Me Delicious Buffalo Wings.

Also, it’s in Valhalla, which means every time I go there I get Led Zeppelin’s “Immigrant Song” in my head. So that’s an added bonus.