The Mets actually won a game last night so let’s celebrate by remembering days when they used to win more frequently.
I’ve long contended the Mets never adequately replaced the production Carlos Delgado gave them. That dude could really mash. And a quick glance at his final season stats indicate there was still plenty in the tank : 298/.393./.521. Why did he give it up? I remember his hip was troublesome. Maybe that was it.
Maybe I’m waxing fond for Delgado because I recently visited the town he grew up in – a gorgeous place Aguadilla, Puerto Rico.
Anyway, as countless others have pointed out, the Mets need somebody like him who strikes fear into the minds of opposing pitchers and can make Citi Field play like the local little league field. Should be easy to find, I know.
When Sandy Alderson was asked recently about his off-season signing of Chris Young, he said (and I’m paraphrasing), we were looking for a guy who could hit at least .240, with 15 home runs. Thanks, Sandy! I’m glad to hear a replacement level player is just what the Mets were after for their starting left fielder!! Newsflash: this type of production you can’t win with. (Young’s current pace to hit possibly 10 home runs, while driving in 40 runs and batting less than .200 is depressing.)
Look, I am generally of the opinion that Alderson is doing a good job with the Mets. The Mets organizational pitching depth seems quite strong and he deserves props for that. But, his comment on Young is baffling. Couldn’t they have shot a tad higher? What use does a .240, 15 HRs free agent have?
Its remarks like this one that help feed into the LOLmets meme that is so prevalent among fans and commentators.
Ugh. I feel asleep around midnight. Overall, Mets young pitching is encouraging (I thought Collins should have left Montero in longer) but C Young is an albatross. I know it sounds convenient to suggest this now but I had a feeling C Young might drop one someday. Watching him catch routine fly balls earlier this season I noticed his method was…rather lacking. He has a bad habit of dropping his hands when he snags the ball. The ball should be met a higher point, I think.
Bobby Abreu doesn’t bother me. His at bat with the bases loaded last night did make me sick though. Nevertheless, I think before too long he’s gonna come up with a few hopefully memorable, big hits.
My employer sent me to Las Vegas this week for a conference. I know what you’re thinking, “Don’t those people know how dangerous an idea that is?” Well, apparently not. Being here has given me ideas.
For example, I noticed the current odds on Mets winning NL are 40/1. I’m thinking about putting down $100. But I calculated the return would be $4,000 bucks. Given what we know about this team that return should be higher – don’t ya think?
Did anyone else see the stat that says the Mets have nine comeback wins, which are most in the National League? This gives me a lot of hope for the 2014 season because a very unscientific observation of mine is, “Good baseball teams comeback.”
Then again I also thought Omar Minaya was doing an ok job as GM.
One of my new favorite things to do (especially at work where I am constantly looking for reasons to ignore my actual duties) is to chide my Nats fans friends about the Mets being ahead of the Nats in the standings. It’s easy to find Nats fans when you live and work in DC. Anyways, starting Monday I hope I’ll be able to continue this pastime, which come to think of it I only started on Wednesay or Thursday.
I still love the Mets. And I suspect the Mets on the field are going to start being easier to love now that the multi-year phase Sandy Alderson recently dubbed the “gestation period” is coming to an end.
Even though the team is still several players away from contending for the post-season, it’s a nice feeling to be optimistic about the team’s short-term and future potential.
Like a lot of other people, I’m starting to get the feeling the Mets could become contenders with a couple of offensive additions and a few tweaks and/or minor league promotions to the pitching staff.