Monday, April 10, 2006
24 hours without the Mets
Stepping off the bus earlier tonight, I was a small craft lost at sea. What would I do with the rest of my night - the first in a week without a Mets game. (Saturday's rain-out doesn't count since I schlepped over to
So it's time for the April New York Mets Chloe O'Brien Award, which goes to...Ricky Henderson.
Sure, he has numerous personality disorders, yes he's moody to the point where you would hope he'd be condemned to an eternity in the Newark Bears organization. But Ricky is chipping in. He's taught Jose Reyes the strike zone and (gasp) how to take a pitch or two. And god willing, he won't get Edgar killed.
Behind the bag!
I don't really want to hazard a guess as to how much time the creator of this video put into making it. But bless him for doing so.
Diet Coke, please.
The fact that Francesa doesn't like the way Nady asks his name to be pronounced is just another reason for us to embrace our new rightfielder and make him a cult hero. Francesa's transgressions are too voluminous (like his monstrous frass) to list here, but the most recent is his bald-faced ratings-grab lambasting of Billy Wagner for having the audacity to come out of the bullpen to a song that Mariano Rivera also uses.
Fatcesa ignores the fact that Wagner, besides being the only one of the two NY relievers to actually know the words to the song, has been doing it several years longer than Rivera, because to Massive Mike (and I'm really quoting here), "That doesn't matter!" Of course it doesn't matter, Mike. Just like those cholesterol readings in the high 300s don't matter.
Stay on top but remain from the underground
He went 4-4 in his Metropolitans debut, and hit a bleacher shot his first AB of the next game. But I didn't really fall in love with Xavier Nady until I went to Thursday night's game and he strolled to the plate with Xzibit's tour de thug, "X", blaring through the loudspeakers at Shea.
Hennessey and Orange Juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities
Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities
Bitches be quick to give me brains while I post the range
Going up and down my **** like the stock exchange
Another highlight was Cliff Floyd (who, some sources say, suggested the Xzibit track to Nady) walking up to one of his ABs with "Nuthin' But a G Thang," off of Dr. Dre's seminal album "The Chronic," playing. But lest we digress.
Nady has finally arrived in a way unseen by the
The Nady Watch here at BBPOTS will pit this year's Mets gangsta-rap-fan rightfielder with
Monday's talking points memo
Today, the Mets have a two-game lead in the young pennant race of aught-six, four everyday players have an OBP above .400, and the fans are already chanting MVP when David Wright comes to the dish.
A reasonable person may say we shouldn't be too optimistic. But unbridled optimism will be a hallmark of Mets coverage here at BBPOTS.
So today's unbridledly optimistic win total prediction is 114.
This blog is for them.