Breaking: Reyes returns for Game 2 today, Paulino likely to DL

Mets shortstop and National League batting title contender Jose Reyes is expected to be activated from the 15-day disabled list today, after just completing a rehab stint in AA Binghamton.

The Bergen Record's Steve Popper is reporting that catcher Ronny Paulino will likely be headed to the DL in the corresponding move.

Carlos Beltran traded

Pending some extraordinary occurrence within the next few hours, outfielder Carlos Beltran is set to head off to join the San Francisco Giants, in exchange for highly touted pitching prospect Zack Wheeler. 

Beltran was a superb producer in his six-plus seasons with the Mets, being at or near the top in franchise history in many prime offensive categories. The man was highly underappreciated by many Mets fans, even still by some in his final hours with the franchise. The argument for his superbness as a Met has been made many, many times by many people in recent months, so I feel no need to rehash any of that. 

I thought it'd be better to discuss the impact Carlos has had on me and fellow Mets fans during his years in the uniform. 

I really started following this team in the 05-06 offseason. Beltran had a by his standards very poor 2005. That was my introduction to him as a player. An expensive disappointment. I was ten years old. 

The 2006 season.... let's just say he blew my minimal expectations out of the water. Beltran tied a franchise record with a forty-one home run onslaught. He was a hot topic again. He was awesome. Everything seemed to be coming together that year. 

I'm assuming anyone reading this knows what transpired in that postseason. Adam Wainwright's wicked curve made Carlos Beltran into an unforgivable goat for many Mets fans. 

Beltran played the next few seasons like a man determined to right his perceived wrongs. Through some near miss seasons and through some nearly farcical ones, he persistently worked his hardest. He gave, as cliche as it may sound, 110% on the field... and off. Beltran was said to have been in tears in the dugout after the team's 2007 collapse. Beltran rushed back from an injury in a by that point meaningless 2009 season to support his team- an ultimate act of selflessness often forgotten by the casual Mets fans who blabber about blaming Beltran for all the team's woes on and off of the radio airwaves.

The "blame Beltran" phenomenon took on a life of it's own, though, becoming a running social media joke rather than a legitimate sentiment for the most part. The people mocked were the craziest of the remaining crazies- New York's resident sports radio yellers, and a horribly misled Staten Island "filmmaker" who shall remain nameless. 

This ended up being a much less personal post than I had envisioned. Either way, to summarize: to hell with the haters. Congratulations on a fabulous stint with the Mets. I'm sorry you couldn't get a ring with us. I hope you're properly appreciated in San Francisco, and wherever you head to after this season. I tip my hat to you, sir. 

Francisco Rodriguez traded

K-Rod was traded today, to Milwaukee for two players to be named later. 

This man got a tremendously bad rap whilst in a Mets uniform, partially for things that were his fault (like assaulting older family members and the such) I will admit, but all too often for trivial reasons- the game was a bit closer than you had envisioned, the vesting option for 2012 was approaching too quickly, etc.

Let it be known that Frankie was pretty damn good for us, even though he probably wasn't worth his salary. Let us move on, while never forgetting the pitcher who lost his chance to shine with the Mets, between the 2009 failed tag team with Putz, the 2010 shenanigans (for lack of a better word), and the 2011 trade. Please let Frankie be one of the guys we cheer when he comes back into town, he deserves nothing less.

Seriously guys?

Just when things got good, this crap? Walk-off balk? Come on. Get real.

I hate how this is going to allow the New York sports media (and actually, the national sports media as well) to perpetrate their "Mets suck and can't do anything right" narrative. One can only fathom what the Post will have as their headline tomorrow- "Balk This Way"?

ESPN Stats and Info on Twitter says this is the first time this has happened since 2008. It's pretty rare.

Either way, we're one under .500 and around 4 games out of the Wild Card. Also, it's June. And we took the series against the Braves anyway.

Next, it's the Unwieldy Place Name Angels and the Oakland A's at home. 

A Review of Non-Baseball Things from the Home Opener at Citi Field

Went to the home opener a week ago today at Citi Field. The Mets played the Nationals and lost, if you don't remember.

I'm going to give my opinions though on a bunch of things other than the game itself.

Let's start with Box Frites. Spectacular as usual. The Garlic-Parmesan Frites (new, I think, it seems like it replaced the poutine-type thing they had last year) were fantastic. As you probably could have guessed, they were the classic frites, with a garlicky seasoning and a smattering of warm grated Parmesan cheese. Only gripe was that the bottom of the box was greasy. Other than that, pretty damn good.

I discovered the food area (which has a specific name that is escaping me) located directly in the right field corner on the field level during this game as well. Besides some hot food, which I passed on, considering my earlier frite-eating, there was a serious selection of unorthodox ballpark snackery. I got a Butterfinger ice cream pop and a bag of pizza-flavored Combos. The cashiers are located outside, making it probably the easiest place ever to steal from (though I never would). Ringing up my order was a bit of a difficulty for the staff that day, and they pretty much had to guess what my items were priced at. Hopefully that changes in the future.

The dunk tank was open, even though it was freezing. I still don't understand who would willingly get soaked at a baseball game and sit soaked for the rest of the game. Just seems lame to me.

The team store was PACKED. Also, too many "specialty counters". A counter just for hats, one just for customized jerseys, stop teasing me and making me think I have all these short lines I can wait on to pay (in reality, I had to wait on line about 15 minutes to pay for a shirt I bought).

It still pisses me off when security/ballboys/whoever pops beach balls as they pass through the crowd.


And that's all I've got for now. Any questions, feel free to ask in the comments.

Mets Haiku Series: Mike Pelfrey

(Note: Just doing a little Mets haiku series to keep myself busy on here. Gonna try and reach every player on the active roster.)

Opening Day means
that Big Pelf is on the mound.
Here's to no more yips.

A Children's Treasury of Bad Microsoft Paint Works

I made all of these. Yes, I know they're bad. Bad MS Paints are regarded much more highly on Amazin Avenue than they are anywhere else on the Internet.

A look at RA Dickey's upcoming book

DJ Carrasco's new album

Mint Terry Crunch!

Duda the Explorer

Expos Hoarders

DICKEY FIGHT!

The Island of Misfit Catchers

The Un-Natural

Escape from the Mets

MLB "Dream Job"

http://mlb.mlb.com/dreamjob/

OMG guise this sounds so kewl and easy. I could get paid for watching baseball?

Read the fine print, man. "You will be charged with watching every single game of the 2011 baseball season".

Every. Single. Game.

Not "every single playoff game" or "every single Orioles game". Every single damn game that gets played.

Let's do a quick rundown (leaving out the postseason, since it's a crapshoot):

162 games times 15 (2 teams play in each game) = 2430 games per season, let's add the All-Star Game for 2,431.

Each game on average is, let's say: 2.5 hours (conservative estimate). 2,431 times 2.5= 6075 hours of baseball during the regular season.

The MLB regular season lasts from March 31st to September 28th this year, or 181 days. 

6075 hours total divided between the 181 days of the regular season equals an average of 33.56 hours a day of baseball. Wonderful.

A teaser. A book?

This is very very hypothetical at this point, but the idea of "Double Bobby Jones: The Book" continues to permeate my head. If this book indeed gets written, it'd likely be a collection of essays regarding my Mets fandom, with a slant towards the more recent. Also, if this book gets written, that would happen in the relatively distant future, if I had to estimate, early 2012.

Keep an eye on this site for any new information about this potential book project.

I miss baseball.

I miss it so much. The winter is so damn lonely. People tell me "watch football", it just doesn't compare though. Doesn't have the grace and beauty of our national pastime. Never has, never will- sorry folks. 

But, "grace and beauty", that just sounds like flowery nonsense I'm spouting. Is that really why I miss baseball and why nothing else rivals it? I'm not so sure. 

It's not the dumb cliche "I love the green grass" and all that garbage. I just miss the way I live during the baseball season. I miss staying up until 1 AM to watch games on the West Coast. I miss live look-ins on MLB Tonight. I miss bending over backwards at parties to keep up with games- running outside for cell service, huddling around TVs with members of the host's family- none of whom I had previously met (the latter was how I watched the All-Star Game last year). I miss blaming Beltran for everything. 

I miss bitching about when the Mets game would be on FOX or ESPN. I miss the constant compulsion to tell my friends the score. I miss all the anecdotes that get told in the SNY booth and I miss Ralph Kiner's occasional appearances. I miss going into my "hub" during games I'm watching at home- logging onto Twitter and onto an Amazin' Avenue game thread to comment on them. I miss researching new minor league callups. 

I miss friggin' going to games. I miss Box Frites and El Verano Taqueria and Shake Shack and the Home Run Apple and the Jackie Robinson Rotunda. I miss the excitement of arriving at Citi Field. I miss the damn good food at McFadden's. I miss looking through the Mets Hall of Fame, and the team store. I miss the between innings scoreboard antics- the Verizon Speed Text challenge (which I am a proud former winner of). I miss the T-shirt launch. I miss the wave and people bitching about people doing the wave. I miss Cow Bell Man. 

I miss getting hyped up about the Subway Series and the All-Star Game and defending myself when my lofty predictions fall flat on their face. I miss highlight reels at the end of every month. I miss checking the score of the Met game during school- and listening to the game on the way home even if it means begging the bus driver to turn on WFAN. I miss reading through the Media Guide intensely. I miss fleeting trips to first place, and long-term trips there. I miss questioning All-Star selections. I miss 11:30 AM pregame shows for the rare noon games. I miss turning on YES every once in a while to "see how the other side lives" (note: not well, Michael Kay sucks). On that note, I miss getting to talk about how much Michael Kay sucks, and getting to laugh at Yankee failures.

I miss preposterously long extra inning games. I miss rain delays, and laughing at how they get corporate sponsors. I miss scoffing at the idea of a designated hitter, feeling strange when we use it in interleague games in AL parks, but then feeling victorious when they come to Citi Field and have their pitchers bat. I miss asking how the hell he could've blown that call and why the hell we don't have full instant replay in baseball yet. I miss the #Keithism tag on Twitter. I miss guessing on the trivia question of the game, and voting on the text poll. I miss the feeling that I could turn on SportsCenter and maybe, just maybe, see a Mets highlight or two. I miss magic numbers and tragic numbers and September call-ups and August waiver pickups. 

I must say- I speak of these things as if they're never coming back. They are. They're coming back sooner than we know it. 

That doesn't mean I don't miss them though. I want them back sooner rather than later, because, well, I really do miss them! 

Happy New Year!

From all of us at Double Bobby Jones (okay, just me), happy 2011!

Here's to a  Mets World Series win!

(A man can dream.)

Tales of the 2010 Season: Part 2: A 20-Inning Marathon

The Mets proceeded to lose the last two games of the series to the Marlins. Then they lost two of three to the perennial bottom-feeding Washington Nationals. Then they lost two of three to the Colorado Rockies. They entered a series against the St. Louis Cardinals and lost the first game. Their record stood at three wins and seven losses. It was Mets baseball as usual.

This leads me into my second 2010 Mets game story.

The matchup for the second game of the series pitted the aforementioned Johan Santana against Cardinals rookie Jaime Garcia. Game time was set for 4:05 (the game was on FOX, and took place in the Central time zone, explaining the slightly odd game time).

I was at my friend Joe’s house that afternoon. We were playing some dumb online game which we were obsessed over for a couple of hours. Every once in a while I would go to his nearby TV and check the score of the Met game.

His family invited me to stay for dinner and I obliged. At this point it was around 7 o’clock. As we ate our pizza, we turned on the TV in their kitchen. The game was still tied at 0-0 in the 10th inning. In that inning we saw Alex Cora, who had close to zero career experience at first base, dive into the stands to make an inning-ending catch.

After we finished our pizza, we played Skip-Bo, a relatively non-notable time passing card game. Joe and his dad each won one game. At this point the game was still scoreless, and in the 13th inning. We put away the card game. The time was around 8:30 PM, and, being not exactly party animals, that meant it was nearly the point where we called it a day. We’d just watch another inning, we said.

In the bottom of the 14th inning, with the game STILL scoreless, Joe Mather (remember this name) doubled off of Mets pitcher and 34-year old Japanese import Hisanori Takahashi. Brendan Ryan reached on a Takahashi error and advanced to second on defensive indifference. The Cardinals had runners at second and third with no one out. Surely they would break through here. This game can’t stay scoreless forever, we thought.

Two strikeouts later, the superhuman slugger Albert Pujols stepped to the plate. A base was open, so we walked him (this was a common theme throughout this game). Due to a dumb earlier move by St. Louis manager Tony La Russa, slugger Matt Holliday was gone from the game and the pitcher now batted behind Pujols. Instead of having to face the fearsome Holliday, we easily struck out the feckless Blake Hawksworth.

So I would stay for the 15th, I thought. My mom texted me that she was going to sleep, but that she left the door open. I live five houses down from Joe’s house, so that wasn’t a concern. In the top of the inning the Mets went down 1-2-3 (Hawksworth was not feckless on the mound like he was in the batter’s box). In the bottom of the 15th, rookie fireballer Jenrry Mejia entered the ballgame for the Mets. I was at the point where I wanted to call Mets manager Jerry Manuel and say “USE K-ROD ALREADY!”. K-Rod, for the uninformed, is Francisco Rodriguez- a declining but still very good reliever who was available in the Mets bullpen. Manuel sadly still refused to use his closer in this game. After two quick outs, the Cards drew a walk and singled to put runners at first and third.
“They’re going to blow it here,” I said, and my tired confidants concurred.
They didn’t blow it though. Mejia got Cardinals shortstop Brendan Ryan to ground out. We would go to the sixteenth inning, still locked in a 0-0 tie.

We all stayed put in the kitchen, eyes fixed to the TV. The top of the 16th was uneventful and was highlighted by an Angel Pagan single. The bottom of the 16th began. As the FOX camera crew showed the mound, there stood Mejia again.

I yelled “DAMMIT JERRY JUST BRING IN K-ROD ALREADY!” or something of that sort. I don’t think he heard me, sadly. The bottom of the 16th saw the Cardinals finally use their last position player, backup catcher Bryan Anderson. Anderson came up with one out and men at first and second. A groundout and Ryan Ludwick baserunning blunder later and we headed to the 17th inning, and still both teams were scoreless.

The FOX Sports research team or whoever the hell coordinates this nonsense started giving their viewers a barrage of completely meaningless statistics designed to put this game into proper perspective. This was the longest scoreless game since 1975, the longest game the Mets had played since 2006, nonsense like that which had no application to the game at hand.
The 17th inning saw literally almost nothing except Tony La Russa finally using his closer, Jerry Manuel bringing in Mexican League import Raul Valdes rather than K-Rod, and me yelling about how Valdes was in rather than K-Rod. This inning, like the sixteen others before it, would be scoreless.

I finally went home just before the 18th inning. After sitting in the Bevilacquas’ kitchen for the past 3 hours watching the Mets and Cardinals not score runs, I resituated myself in my bed. I proceeded to laugh out loud and roll on the floor laughing when La Russa brought in infielder Felipe Lopez to pitch, and pitcher Kyle Lohse in to play left field.

The Mets didn’t score this inning, though we may have if pitcher Raul Valdes hadn’t foolishly chosen not to slide into second base after his first major league hit. I shook my head in disgust. Damn, this was pretty sad! The Mets couldn’t score a run off of an infielder who was pitching. For those who are unaware, non-pitchers typically don’t have success on the mound on the major league level (that’s why they’re not pitchers). It seemed at this point that I could step onto the mound and hold either of these teams scoreless for an inning or two. You began to feel as if it were just destined to continue on forever.

The Cardinals did not score off of Valdes in the bottom of the 18th inning. This sent the game into a 19th inning. They had been playing for 6 ½ hours, played two full regulation games basically, and yet things still churned on.

In the top of the 19th, the Cardinals, surely just fooling around at this point, brought in outfielder Joe Mather to pitch. And believe it or not, after humiliating themselves once again by swinging at pitches thrown by a guy who clearly could not find the strike zone (considering said guy wasn’t a pitcher), they managed to score a run on a sacrifice fly by Jeff Francoeur. Amazing!

For the bottom of the 19th, Jerry Manuel was faced with a difficult choice. Should he go look for a glove and enter the game to pitch, or should he bring in his best reliever Francisco Rodriguez? Finally, he made the right choice. I was thrilled. Of course, since this game was crazy, K-Rod blew the save opportunity. Cards catcher Yadier Molina (brother of the infamous Bengie Molina) drove in a run with a single. We were tied at 1 run apiece. This was just dumb.

We headed to the 20th inning. Mather was still in for the Cardinals (as pitcher Kyle Lohse still stood in left field). The Mets scored another run on a sacrifice fly. They led 2-1. In the bottom of the 20th, starting pitcher Mike Pelfrey came in for the save and finished off the Cardinals. The clock was at just about 11 PM. This game took 6 hours and 53 minutes to complete. That’ll be one I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

Tales of the 2010 Season: Part 1: Opening Day

(Author's Note: The first few installments of this- and maybe the only few, depending on my drive to write more- are taken from a public speaking speech I gave last May. References may not be completely current as a result, though I changed some things to make them relevant to the audience)

April 5th, 2010 was a date that my classmates dreaded, the return to school after spring break. Ah, but I had little to dread. I had scored tickets to Opening Day at Citi Field, and it would be glorious.

The day started when we arrived in Flushing Meadows Corona Park around noon, after a relatively traffic-free drive in. This extreme good luck quickly ended as we searched for a spot near the park. After approximately seven years of driving in circles, we found one inside the stadium’s main lot. Parking in the stadium’s main lot is never a good idea for two reasons. First of all, you pay an obscene amount (19 dollars!) for these spots. Second of all, unless you leave early, you will be faced with a preposterous amount of traffic getting out of these lots. Nevertheless, a spot is better than no spot.

Once we had parked, I made a mad dash to the stadium, ticket in hand. Normally, I get tired walking up and down flights of stairs. The distance between our car in the stadium was obviously quite larger than the distance of a flight of stairs, regardless though, the allure of the stadium gave me sudden superhuman running abilities for that short period of time.

I got into the stadium, scanned my ticket, received my souvenir Home Run Apple bank and made a beeline to the new Mets Hall of Fame and Museum. The time now was around 12:35, with game time being 1:10. I knew they always had a ceremony of sorts before the game on Opening Day though, announcing the rosters, unfurling a large flag, and the such, and I didn’t want to miss that. For that reason I didn’t really get to enjoy the museum as much as I could have. Regardless it seemed pretty damn awesome.

I exited through the gift shop (which they required you to do, it’s like it was Disneyworld or something), and made another beeline (do bees make lines?) to our right field Field level seats. As I ran once more, this time through a large crowd of people (most of whom were walking the opposite direction), I heard the Marlins training staff being announced. Sadly, I did not get to see the legend that was Marlins team trainer Sean Cunningham as he was introduced. I spent a few seconds holding back tears over the missed opportunity, and then continued my rush to our seats.

I got to the seats just as they were introducing the Marlins coaching staff. Then the Marlins reserve players. The Marlins lineup followed. Then the Mets trainers and coaches. Then the Mets reserves. Then the Mets lineup.

“Batting first, the shortstop, Alex Cora” Various cheers, I clap a bit. Don’t care for the guy too much, but I don’t hate him.

“Batting second, the second baseman, Luis Castillo” The stadium is split. Cheers for a guy who had pretty solid offensive production last year. Boos for a guy that dropped a pop-up to end a game against the hated Yankees last year. I cheer. 

“Batting third, at third base… David Wright!” The cheers are deafening, and you can barely hear the PA guy finish. David had had a mediocre season in 2009, but we didn’t care. He was our guy. He had always been a Met and he hopefully always would be. He’s one of those once in a generation stars, a guy that will never, ever have to pay for a drink in the city of New York.

‘Batting cleanup, at first base, Mike Jacobs” The crowd gave Mike a good round of applause. He had started his career with the Mets way back in 2005.

I booed, and booed, and booed, to the extent that the people around me likely thought I was on leave from the insane asylum. Jacobs was bad. Really bad. Chris Carter and Ike Davis would both be much better options at first base, I thought. Why was Jacobs there but not them?  (Of course, the joke is now on me. Jacobs is now in AAA and Carter and Davis are both on the big-league club)

“Batting fifth, in left field, Jason Bay!” Lots of cheers. Ownership bankrolled the Bay signing this past offseason. He was supposed to be our savior, he was supposed to bring us out of this era of mediocrity. We didn’t know if he would, or if he wouldn’t. Regardless of our ignorance, we gave Jason a hell of a welcome to Flushing.

“Batting sixth, in center field, Gary Matthews Jr.!” 

“THAT SHOULD BE PAGAN!” I yelled, making reference to superior center fielder Angel Pagan. 

Matthews had been acquired in an offseason trade with the Angels, who paid 22 million of the 24 million owed to him. If that doesn’t make it obvious how bad he was, his level of play did. In that game he would have two hits, and afterwards he seemingly decided to stop hitting. Pagan would be slotted into the center field spot within two weeks or so.

“Batting seventh, in right field, Jeff Francoeur!” Jeff, picked up last July in a trade with Atlanta, had quickly become a fan favorite in Queens. I cheered, we all cheered. He was a bit of a free swinger but there was no reason to boo the guy.

“Batting eighth and catching, Rod Barajas!” Rod, like Bay, had been acquired as a free agent this past offseason. Although he was a veteran, he was generally an unknown quantity to this crowd. He wasn’t an Albert Pujols or an Alex Rodriguez. Ladies didn’t swoon upon sight of the mighty Rod Barajas. Fathers didn’t tell their sons to keep playing ball so they can one day be a star like Barajas. Like so many others, he was known, he had proven himself enough, but he was far from a name-recognized star. The cheers reflected this. They weren’t “Yeah, this guy is awesome!” cheers. They were “Yeah, this guy is wearing a Mets uniform. Since I’m a Mets fan, I’ll cheer for him!” cheers. In his first few weeks with the Metropolitans he would make himself known, however, this was just Opening Day.

“And batting ninth, the pitcher, #57, Johan Santana!”

The tones of “Smooth” by Rob Thomas and Santana blared through the loudspeakers across the ballpark, as Johan stepped out of the bullpen gate and jogged to the pitcher’s mound. The roars of the crowd were deafening. Johan was our ace, the guy we always felt comfortable about. He’d have one, maybe two, bad starts most seasons. He was a thrill to watch, whether the Mets were in a pennant race, or completely out of contention.

He reached the mound without obstacle. The music ended and the crowd’s roar died down. Johan threw a called strike to Marlins leadoff man Chris Coghlan. With that the 2010 Mets season had begun.

The Mets would win this Opening Day game 7-1. David Wright, unjustly deprived of homers the previous season, would hit one out. Johan would throw six strong innings, and get the victory. I spent excessive amounts of time in places besides my seat (which was actually a very nice seat), including a 2-inning wait on the Shake Shack line (the Shackburger wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t that great- not worth the long wait), and an inning-plus stay in the bullpen viewing area, an area of the ballpark not widely known of. While there, I listened to a kid, who seemed to be around ten years old, harass the entire Mets bullpen, including the bullpen coach, until they threw him a ball.

“RANDY! MR. NIEMANN! CAN YOU THROW ME A BALL MR. NIEMANN? RANDY CAN YOU THROW ME A BALL? PLEASE MR NIEMANN? MR. NIEVE CAN YOU THROW ME A BALL? FERNANDO NIEVE CAN YOU THROW ME A BALL? FERNANDO THROW ME A BALL PLEASE WHEN YOU’RE DONE!”

Yes, there is a happy ending to this little story. They did throw him a ball when they were done

Congratulations to Nick G.

he has solved the conundrum of the century.

So, I was looking at this and I came to two primary conclusions off the bat:

1: It's not Kim. If you go over the stills, the name is much longer than Kim. It's too wide for the 3-letter surname, so you can eliminate him.

2: Boone Logan is definitely not right handed, so he's out.

But then I looked even more closely and I figured out the flaw in this whole thing and, quite possibly, the answer to our question:

3: We don't know that this is a strikeout.

I went over the clip and we never really see that the ball goes into the mitt, or have any confirmation of a strikeout. We can't assume strikeout. However, we can say with reasonable certainty that this game is being played in Landshark/whatever and that a Marlin is at the plate.

As you said, the best guess at the player at the mound is Darren O'Day. He pitched 4 games as a Met, 2 @Marlins.

And then I looked at the game log for April 10th and I had my eureka moment...

On April 10th, O'Day came into a 4-4 game and faced two batters: Emilio Bonifacio (switch) and Jorge Cantu (right). He walked Bonifacio, and then gave up a walk-off RBI single to Cantu. Not only is that highlight worthy, but in the very next shot Cantu is being approached by teammates looking to celebrate something big, like a walk-off win.

What we can conclude is that the pitch was on the outside corner, about belt high. So I pulled up the brooksbaseball pitch FX data for that AB in question and, well, I think we have our answer:

http://www.brooksbaseball.net/pfxVB/pfx.php?s_type=3&sp_type=1&batterX=85&month=04&day=10&game=gid_2009_04_10_nynmlb_flomlb_1/&year=2009&pitchSel=503285&prevGame=gid_2009_04_10_nynmlb_flomlb_1/

Second pitch, in-play run, belt high, outside corner of the zone (for an RHB).

I think we have our answer. That highlight is a pitch FROM Darren O'Day to Jorge Cantu, which he pulled into left field for a walk-off single.

Great work by Nick. It appears we finally have an answer to the "Marlins Will Soar" question. With a little faith and love, we truly soared today.

Herp da derp derp

Murray Chass derp da derp, derp derp derpity herp derp. Until one day, derp der derpity herp derp.

http://www.murraychass.com/?p=2738

This piece of blathering idiocy by "non-blogger" Murray Chass makes some of the lowest forms of Internet baseball blogdom look comparatively like Einsteins. Absolutely ridiculous. Matthew at Amazin Avenue covered it much more in-depth than I could, in a piece I encourage you all to read.

The "Marlins Will Soar" Exposé

The Marlins are not in a good way.

First off, who in the hell hires Scott Stapp to do a promotional song for them? No surprise, the song sucks.

In addition, the video is filled with non-stars like Dan Meyer and John Baker. That's not the worst part though.

Throughout the video you may or may not notice that all of the highlights seem to be from within the teal and orange monstrosity that is Dolphins/Dolphin/Joe Robbie/Pro Player/Land Shark Stadium/Park.

With that in mind, I draw your attention to one quick highlight, around the 1:30 mark in the video, right when Scott tells us for the 47th time to "keep hoping", just after Hanley's jumping-in-the-air catch but just before the Marlins' celebration with #3 Jorge Cantu.



Look closely. You see a sidearmed pitcher, either number 36 or 38 (I'm thinking the former), striking out a hitter.



Nothing seems wrong with that on the surface, though. A Marlin happened to wear #36 or #38 and throw sidearmed. Who cares?

Well, another thing to consider here is that we must assume all of the footage was taken pre-2010, as the video was premiered during the Marlins home opener in 2010. If your guess is that this pitcher was some guy on the Marlins in 2009, *buzzer*. Baseball-Reference does not show the 2009 Marlins ever putting a guy on the field who wore #36 or #38.

But aha! 2008 yields Anibal Sanchez, Marlins starter, wearing number 36! It all makes sense now!

Not so fast. Here are 2 pictures of Anibal Sanchez pitching:

Notice the lack of a sidearm motion. Can't be him in the video.

If we go back to 2007, an interesting possibility comes about. In that season, the Marlins had a man in their employ by the name of Byung-Hyun Kim. Kim wore three numbers that season, #23, #49, and #38, the last of which seemed to be a last-ditch possibility for the number of the mystery thrower in the music video.

Also, here is a picture of Mr. Kim pitching:

Notice the... holy shit he actually throws sidearmed too! It seems perfect. Perhaps too perfect though.

First of all, that still really really looks like #36 on the pitcher's back. Second of all, I call to your attention the uniforms of the players involved in this play. Notice the pristine white uniform of the batter and the grayer uniform of the mystery pitcher.

Recall something I asked you to take notice of earlier in this post: the fact that all of the highlights in the video seem to be from Marlins home games.

The backstop in the freeze frame from video seems to match the backstop in the Marlins' home park (seen here, during a day game). The ads not matching up is to be expected, as they rotate every few seconds within a game and the rotation of ad choices changes often throughout the season and between seasons. In both pictures though, we seem to see a backstop teal aside from the ad space directly behind home plate, with teal directly under the ads. I have major doubts that there are any other Major League teams with teal backstops in their home parks.

Other 36s and 38s throughout Marlins history include Brian Moehler (not a sidearmer), Josias Manzanillo (nope), and Vladimir Nuñez, a reliever for the 2003 World Series-winning Marlins team and donner of #36.

At first glance, he seems to be a potential match. Slightly unusual arm angle, maybe he had it even lower in his Marlin years.

This seems to just be grasping at straws though. I see a far likelier possibility, that being that the mystery pitcher in question was not a Marlin. Teams rarely, if ever, wear their grays at home, or their whites on the road. We've established that the stadium featured in the short highlight is almost certainly the stadium down in Miami. This pitcher doesn't seem to have been a Florida Marlin, he seems to have been an opposing sidearmer shutting down a Florida Marlin batter.

The question still stands, though. Who the hell is this mystery #36?

To narrow it down, I looked at the teams the Marlins faced in 2009. There were twenty of them (every team in the NL, along with the entire AL East during interleague play). Toronto, Boston, and Tampa Bay were out as the Marlins only played away games against them during the 2009 season.

Atlanta presents our first suspect, #36, Boone Logan. Strange arm angle? Check. Confirmed to have struck out at least one Marlin? Check. He may be our best suspect.

How about a short-lived Met: Darren O'Day. #36. True sidearmer. Struck out a Marlin in his all too short Mets stint. He seems like our best guess at this point.

The Nationals' #36, Tyler Clippard, doesn't throw sidearm. Neither does the Mets' other #36, Ken Takahashi. The Phillies didn't have a #36 that season. The Cardinals had #36, Dennys Reyes, but the mystery player isn't decked out in red. Same goes for the Reds' #36 Edinson Volquez, no red numbers on the uniform means no match.

Pittsburgh's #36 was an infielder (Luis Cruz), as was Houston's #36 (Matt Kata). No Brewer donned the number in 2009. Cubs #36 Randy Wells isn't a sidearmer.

To spare you the rest of this monotony, I'll spoil the ending: there's no one else who matches the criteria.

This leaves us with a few options:

1) It's O'Day.

2) It's Logan.

3)The mystery pitcher is actually wearing #38, and is someone on another team I hadn't hypothesized about yet.

4) The footage is from earlier than 2009, and it's either Kim, Nunez, or some other opposing pitcher.

5) I'm misinterpreting something, or making a bad assumption, when in reality all is well and it's just a Marlins pitcher striking a guy out.

Regardless, this one was quite the puzzler. And regardless, "Marlins Will Soar" still absolutely sucks.

A change is gonna come...

I can feel the change in the air, folks. Omar and Jerry are out. Terry, Sandy, JP, and Paul are in.

I have a reason to be proud in my fandom once again. I have a reason to be seeing a light at the end of this dark, dark tunnel for once. I have a reason to believe our Amazins shall reach the mountaintop, that we shall stand above all others- that we shall be exalted in baseball circles someday in the not too distant future!

I have a reason to come to the ballpark and watch the Mets games on SNY (not that I've shown in the past that I need a reason to do these things). I know now that the Mets brass aren't dicking around. Running a big-market pro sports team is serious business, and serious business must be done by serious people, Sandy and Co. being nothing but.

No more nonsense! I know this for a fact! Rationality and reason have prevailed, the circus has closed up shop, there is a tangible validity to this organization now, and frankly, it couldn't have come sooner.

Bored

No, this isn't an "I'm bored, so I'm gonna write about something dumb" situation. It's more of a "my greatest interest is now much less interesting" situation.

In the past couple of weeks, Mets games have gotten more and more boring for me. This is coming from a person who watched 150+ games in 2009, and who has still watched almost every game this year.

The Mets are an addiction I'll never be able to shake. I've come to terms with this. I will always watch, because watching a dull Mets game is better than watching no Mets game. I know come January I'll be longing for Mets baseball again, regardless of how much the team sucks. Now though, I'm just stuck. I don't have another real hobby (besides agonizing over politics, and playing Baseball Mogul, but do those even count?.

I'm not one of the Mets fans that watches football/basketball/hockey/whatever to supplement the Amazins. It's just the Mets for me. They're all I've got. And now this "all I've got" is becoming dreadfully boring at points.

Cutting your losses

(Note: School is starting next week for me. As odd as it may sound, this means I'll be blogging MORE. I've never quite understood why this is the case, but it is, so don't worry.)

The Mets opening day positional alignment:

Catcher: Rod Barajas
Acquired in the offseason, claimed on waivers by LA a couple of weeks back.

First baseman: Mike Jacobs
Designated for assignment earlier in the year, ended up manning first for Buffalo, eventually traded to Toronto for a player to be named later.

Second baseman: Luis Castillo
Struggled on the field, was benched for a while, now is starting on a temporary basis due to Jose Reyes' day-to-day injury.

Shortstop: Alex Cora
Was bad. Released before his 2011 option vested. Signed with the Rangers, and is now a backup outfielder with the club.

Third baseman: David Wright
Face of the franchise, nothing's really changed with him.

Left field: Jason Bay
Posted worryingly low home run totals before being shut down for the year due to a concussion.

Center field: Gary Matthews Jr.
Remember him? Was awful for the Mets. Designated for assignment. Signed a minor league deal with Cincy, but used his out clause there after he couldn't crack the big league Reds (he had been playing with AAA Louisville).

Right field: Jeff Francoeur
Had some small hot streaks, but for the most part was mediocre at best. Finally was traded two days ago: to Texas for infielder Joaquin Arias.

In addition to these guys, early roster mainstays like Frank "Smithtown's Own" Catalanotto, Fernando Tatis, Fernando Nieve, Sean Green, and John Maine fell by the wayside (though the last four are still at the moment members of the Mets organization).

This makes me think two things.

1)Why was management so confident in such a mediocre team?

2)Why does management continue to show a lack of an ability to cut losses before it's too late?

The sad part of all this is that if these questions go unanswered, and management remains the same, what's the reason to believe that happy days are on the horizon?

Jerry Manuel is not a good manager

Only a few weeks ago, Jerry Manuel's firing seemed imminent. The fans were all calling for his head, and they were doing it for all the wrong reasons.

"Look at their record!" they'd chant, as if Manuel could physically manipulate all of the twenty-five men on the roster, as if he was just a man with a chessboard. They had the right ideas, but followed an illogical path to get to them.

Now, these same people shout the same four words, "Look at their record!" to halt any intimations that Mr. Manuel really should be out of a job. They say that the team is winning FOR Jerry, as if the team would dissolve under any other manager. Sorry to break your heart traditionalists, but the Mets are winning simply because they are a good ballclub.

Jerry Manuel should have been out of a job in April, in May, and even now, as the team stands 11 games over .500 and .5 games back in the NL East, he doesn't deserve to continue holding his position. A drunk, blind man given a rifle and an unlimited supply of bullets will hit his target every once in a while. That's just basic probability. If he's lucky and hits the target on the first try, that still doesn't make him a great marksman.