Quickly, let’s go around the horn. And as I tell every team I’ve ever coached, “If it’s not snappy, it’s crappy.”
* The Mets organization asks you to imagine your brick.
Hmmmm. I don’t know. It’s been a rough four years. Not sure if arming fans with bricks is such a good idea.
* Joe Posnanski is one of my favorite baseball writers. His book, The Soul of Baseball, about Buck O’Neil, is like a refreshing elixir in these times of egotistical, big-money players. It might still be one of my Top Ten Favorite Baseball Books. Joe also keeps up an extraordinary blog. He recently wrote a nice piece on former Mets manager Davey Johnson. Here’s how it opens up:
The Baltimore Orioles players used to call Davey Johnson “Dum Dum,” because he was so smart. That’s how baseball nicknames work sometimes, irony and all, you know … big guys called “Tiny,” and so forth. Johnson wasn’t just smart, he said smart things all the time — things that baffled everyone else. Dave McNally, the old Orioles pitcher, tells Jim Kaat this great story about the time he was pitching and Johnson walked over from second base and picked up the rosin bag.
“You’re pitching from an unfavorable deviation,” Johnson said.
“Huh?” McNally replied.
“You keep pitching to either side of the plate. That’s an unfavorable deviation. The way your ball is moving, it should offer a favorable deviation. You should throw to the middle of the plate and let it move to either side. That’s a favorable deviation.”
Then, Johnson threw down the rosin bag, jogged back to second base and left McNally on the mound with that cartoon bubble full of question marks hovering over his head.
* Joe D. over at Metsmerized let it all hang out when it came to the Mets new ticket prices. But maybe not in the way you’d expect. In response to Mark Healy’s post at Gotham Nation, “If You Buy A Season Ticket To See The 2013 Mets, You Are a Schmuck,” Joe D wrote:
If you want to wage your protest against the Wilpons, then get behind Howard Megdal and his million-man march, nobody’s stopping you. If you refuse to buy tickets to see the Mets, feel free to get behind Mark Healey and spend your entertainment money on miniature golf and bowling instead. It’s your money do what you want with it. But please leave the rest of us out of it. I’m not stopping any of you or mocking any of you for doing whatever it is that pleases you, but please grant those of us who disagree with you that same courtesy.
Personally, I’m as disgusted with the Wilpons as anybody. But I love baseball, and I love the Mets, and I am grateful whenever I can get to the ballpark with my children and a couple of friends. Any notions of boycotting the Mets, well, that’s just not going to happen. When they are good, however, I’ll go a lot more often. And that’s a lesson I sure wish Fred would learn.