Maybe “BELTWAY TO HELL!” wasn’t so far off

No. Go past this, past this part. In fact, never play this again.

– Dark Helmet.

If you missed last night’s Mets-Nationals game, you found a much more satisfying way to spend four hours and fifteen minutes. Holy crap.

If you’re a glutton for punishment, here’s some brain-dumping:

– Not Scott Hairston’s fault.

– The play in the photograph above wasn’t really all that terrible, it was just the image on the AP wire that best embodied the game. Omar Quintanilla came about 10 inches from making what would have been one of the best plays I’ve ever seen. Jordany Valdespin, on the other hand, should not play shortstop. Remember all those times I said how Valdespin made 32 errors in 98 games at the position last year? I guess that’s what it looked like. And it’s not pretty. Kudos to him for crushing the ball twice to keep the Mets in the game, but not for ultimately booting it away.

– Daniel Murphy also did not play well on defense. I’ve defended Murphy’s defense all year as a work-in-progress that seems to be improving, but the errors are bad. Since he’s not likely to be a rangy second baseman ever, he needs to make the plays that are hit at him.

– The injuries definitely caught up with the Mets last night, most notably in the short-handed bullpen. I suspect Jon Rauch would be on the disabled list already if the Mets had an obvious answer on the 40-man roster to call up in his stead. They don’t. The only healthy, eligible pitchers on the 40-man are Jeurys Familia, who has walked 6.4 batters per nine innings in Triple-A this year, Jenrry Mejia, who started on Monday, and Robert Carson, who has been hit hard every time he’s been called on in a Major League game this season. Pedro Beato is eligible to come off the 60-day DL, but the Mets will have to take someone off the 40-man to get him back and he pitched two innings Monday. With Jason Bay expected to come off the disabled list today, there’ll likely be some roster shuffling.

– Chris Young was decent and very Chris Young-ish. At one point in about the 5th inning, when Young and Jordan Zimmermann were cruising, I thought, “I’m really tired and I might get to bed early tonight.” Whoops.

– Not Bobby Parnell’s fault either. Parnell threw a wild pitch that eluded Josh Thole and ultimately allowed the Nats to tie the game, but he also had three groundballs booted behind him.

– Also probably not Elvin Ramirez’s fault. Ramirez, perhaps having seen what his infield defense looked like, walked a batter and struck out the side in his first inning of work. In his second he appeared spent, but the Mets were playing two men short in the bullpen and with a limited starter.

– After his two shutout innings last night, Miguel Batista now has a 101 ERA+ with woeful peripherals. For his career, Miguel Batista has a 101 ERA+ with woeful peripherals. Miguel Batista appears to be Miguel Batistaing.

– Keith Hernandez lost his patience in extra innings and it was hilarious. He called Ross Detwiler a “rockhead,” which he probably could have used to describe nearly everyone who played in or watched the game. Besides Scott Hairston, of course.

– It’s only one game. Thankfully.

Underwhelming taco enjoys unprecedented success

I’ve said my piece on the Doritos Locos Taco: It’s not bad, but it’s not anywhere close to the best thing on the Taco Bell menu and is, in fact, rather underwhelming.

But it turns out the gimmick paid off in a massive way, as the Doritos Locos Taco stands as the most successful new Taco Bell product ever. Obviously the curiosity had something to do with it. Also, I bet lots of people who don’t want to admit they love Taco Bell are always looking for an excuse to eat Taco Bell so they were like, “Oh, haha, we should totally try that new Doritos Locos Taco, can you believe that thing?”

Meanwhile, real Taco Bell fans know it’s the Cheesy Gordita Crunch or GTFO. I do need to try the Cheesy Gordita Crunch with the Doritos Locos Taco inside, which some Taco Bells will apparently make for you. Our man Catsmeat, who passed along this article, pulled it off and reported good things.

But if they’re willing to make one with a Doritos Locos Taco inside, they also must be willing to make one with a Volcano Taco inside, right? And there’s just no way that wouldn’t be much better.

Sandwich? of the Week

The candidate: Ultimate Taco from Fry Bread House, Phoenix, Ariz.

The construction: Green chile beef and refried beans with sour cream, lettuce and cheese on folded frybread. I ordered mine without onions.

Frybread is flat fried dough with a complicated place in Native American history. You should read this for way more, but essentially: In 1864, when the U.S. government forced the Navajo out of their native land and into less habitable lands in what’s now New Mexico, it provided them rations to prevent starvation. The rations included lard, flour and sugar, from which they made frybread.

For the purposes of only this discussion, what matters most is that it’s delicious.

Arguments for sandwich-hood: The Ultimate Taco is meat and toppings wrapped in a bread. Though the frybread is amazing, the fillings make the dominant flavor and focus. I ate it with my hands, though it got a bit messy. It was more than enough for a meal.

Arguments against: There’s only one piece of bread-stuff. Plus, it’s called a taco even though it doesn’t much resemble anything else you’ve seen called a taco.

How it tastes: So, so good. Amazing.

I don’t really know how to present this in an appropriately sensitive manner, given the history of frybread and whatever socio-cultural implications this presents, so I’m just going to come out with it: It both resembles and tastes like a Chalupa Supreme from Taco Bell. It’s a fried piece of bread-stuff wrapped around beef, lettuce and sour cream.

Only it’s much bigger and much, much better than any Chalupa I’ve ever had. My friend Will said something about it making Chalupas look like cave drawings — presumably he meant that this is the Renaissance masterpiece of taco-stuff-in-fried-dough. I wasn’t really paying attention, though. I couldn’t focus on anything but the Ultimate Taco.

The frybread is hot and pillowy, with a beautiful, crispy golden brown outside and a chewy middle. The beef in green chile was perfectly seasoned, tender little bites of beefiness with just enough flavor to permeate every taste but not enough to dominate the velvety refried beans and the cooling sour cream. The lettuce added some crunch on the inside, the cheese some salty creaminess.

Oh man. Man. We have to go back.

I typically don’t rate sandwiches reviewed in this format, but since this one was a no-doubt Hall of Famer from the first bite, I’m adding it to the Sandwich Hall of Fame. I suppose that sort of gives the verdict away.

What it’s worth: I think it cost $8 or so. Also, a flight to Phoenix and a hotel room and everything else. Worth it.

The verdict: It’s a sandwich. Everything about it besides it’s name says so, and also it needs to be recognized on this site permanently and I don’t have a Taco Hall of Fame. It’s clearly toward the gyro end of the sandwich spectrum, since it’s one flattish piece of bread instead of a traditional two-slices-of-bread sandwich. But it’s a sandwich. An awesome sandwich.

 

Do you wish someone other than Johan Santana threw the Mets’ first no-hitter?

But there’s a niggling question that no one can bring themselves to verbalize—could it have been even better if someone other than Johan Santana was the one to break the streak? Does an individual effort mean more if it comes from someone more closely identified with the team?

Santana’s not beloved. He came to Queens a mercenary, and has anchored some of the more disappointing seasons in Mets history. He’s missed more than a full year, making it impossible to view his massive contract as anything but a disappointment so far. He’s not, for lack of a less disgusting crosstown term, a “True Met.” No one’s going to be wearing his throwback Mets jersey in 30 years. Maybe all that is forgiven and forgotten now, as he’s the central figure in what’s sure to be one of the franchise’s immortal moments, and maybe he’ll lead these likable Mets to an unlikely playoff run. Still, can a Mets fan look him or herself in the mirror and say they wouldn’t rather have had burgeoning folk hero R.A. Dickey be the one to finally break the curse? Or even a homegrown product like Niese or Gee?

Barry Petchesky, Deadspin.

Wait… really? Maybe I’m out of touch with Mets fans, but is this something anyone — like anyone in the world — actually considered? That’s not a rhetorical question. Please, if you can produce any evidence that there’s a Mets fan anywhere besides members of Dillon Gee’s family who would have preferred Dillon Gee throw the Mets’ no-hitter, link it or describe it in the comments section below. And that’s nothing against Gee; he’s just not Johan Santana.

If it were Ollie Perez or Chris Young or Miguel Batista, maybe. But really, Johan Santana was not beloved? The guy who’s the best pitcher the Mets have had since Dwight Gooden?

I’m trying not to get too worked up over silly things I read these days, and the joke is probably on me for linking to it. But this one just seemed too far out there to let go. Unless, again, I’m way off-base. So help me out:

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Daily News laying the awesome down

Here’s today’s back cover of the Daily News:

Beltway… TO HELL! It makes sense because the Nationals play inside D.C.’s famous beltway, and hell is an afterlife of suffering and punishment in various religions and mythologies. Also, the D.C. beltway around 4:30 p.m. on a Friday afternoon is a reasonable candidate to be considered some lesser hell on earth. One time I sat parked in traffic for so long that a bird landed on the hood of my car. It was about the most frustrating thing imaginable, and I started slamming on my windshield all like, “GET OUT OF HERE YOU STUPID F—ING BIRD!”

A three-game series of baseball games in June between teams separated by a half a game at the top of their division doesn’t seem like hell to me, but then everything is relative.

Yesterday’s DailyNews.com frontpage featured headlines that included, “Cannibal porn actor busted,” “Bear that ate murderer euthanized” and “Flesh-eating bacteria attacks grandma.” Maybe now that the Post is a full dollar, the Daily News is just going for it.

Mets draft two guys

The Mets drafted high-school shortstop Gavin Cecchini and Purdue catcher Kevin Plawecki last night. Based on my extensive research, I can confirm that they are indeed human beings who play baseball. Beyond that, your guess is as good as mine. Toby Hyde has more at MetsMinorLeagueBlog.com, as does Alex Nelson at Amazin’ Avenue.

Generally, I never feel too strongly about the players the Mets choose in the draft, since I’m not a scout and I certainly haven’t spent nearly as much time researching amateur players as the Mets’ scouting department. To boot: They have a veritable army of trained scouts tracking amateur players across the country, and I am one guy who never pays any attention to the draft until a couple of days before it happens.

Since drafting is sort of a crapshoot in all sports — and especially baseball — the process seems more important than the specifics. And this year, thanks to new rules about slot compensation in the Collective Bargaining Agreement, it’s hard to figure what makes for the best draft process. So I’ve got nothing.

Maybe Cecchini and Plawecki develop into superstars, maybe they suck. Most likely they’ll fall somewhere in the middle. The general consensus among people who know about this type of stuff seems to be that the Mets drafted a couple of high-floor, lower-ceiling players, but then, really, who knows? It’s almost cliched to mention this now, but Albert Pujols was drafted in the 13th round in 1999, when he was less than two years away from being a Hall of Fame-caliber hitter. No one drafted Brandon Beachy in 2008, and he’s leading the NL in ERA. Et cetera, et cetera. I’ll let you know how the Mets’ 2012 draft was in, like, six years.

 

Is it a sandwich?

The verdict on this one will come tomorrow. This contender is the Ultimate Taco from Fry Bread House in Phoenix, Arizona. It’s not really a taco, though: It’s a giant, round piece of fry bread — think fried dough — with green chile beef, refried beans, lettuce, cheese and sour cream. The fry bread is folded around the ingredients like so:

But is it a sandwich?

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Chase Field has a giant Randy Johnson

I’ve heard some people be all, “Oh, this team (or that team) has an on-field character race thing. That’s lame, that’s the Brewers’ (or the Nationals’) thing.” And while I agree that originality should be credited for in-stadium promotions, I also think every baseball game stands to benefit from people in ridiculous costumes racing each other between innings. So I fully support the Diamondbacks’ legend race, which features Luis Gonzalez, Matt Williams, Mark Grace, and this guy:

In other Chase Field in-stadium promotions news — and as mentioned on last week’s podcast — they also have the greatest in-stadium promotion I’ve ever seen. It’s called “Will it Float?” They take a fan near the pool and then show him some object, and he has to guess whether it will float. Then they throw it into the pool and see if it floats. It rules.

Hat tip to Will for the photo. He’s the guy on the left. On the right is Scott, who comments here sometimes.