Let’s take it around the horn, boys, and remember our motto: “If it’s not snappy, it’s crappy!”
* Can you name all 11 former Mets currently in the Hall of Fame? Head over to Mets360 for the answer.
* The first time I read the redoubtable Nate Silver, the creator of the PECOTA system of predicting the performance of baseball prayers, he was doing complex statistical analysis for Baseball Prospectus. These days he’s getting a lot more attention as Public Enemy #1 amongst some right-wing conservatives.
* Is it really a choice between cratering the franchise and freezing the roster? Howard Megdal looks again at the Mets options for Wright and Dickey. My only quibble with an otherwise excellent article: He tends to link them — both stay, or both go — whereas I see the King Solomon approach, “cut the living child in two.” Says Megdal:
The twin realities facing this Mets team, however, are that they need to keep people interested in 2013, and they need to add to their overall talent base. Simply signing R.A. Dickey and David Wright to long-term extensions freezes the roster in place for next season. The Mets will have a pair of marketable, even beloved stars. But they went 74-88 with both of those players having perhaps the best seasons they will ever have.
Dealing both Wright and Dickey, though, on the heels of letting Jose Reyes go, could crater the franchise. Just how many games will that same roster win without Wright and Dickey? And just how willing will other teams be to trade the Mets young, cost-controlled replacements for Wright and Dickey, when they can just, you know, keep the younger, cheaper versions of them both?
* Robert Patterson over at Metsmerized asks, “How Long Can the Average Mets Fan Hold On?”
Everyone wants to root for a winner, but for a large portion of the fanbase the normal feelings of hope and promise have been replaced with apathy and indifference. It’s easy to say we don’t need fans like that, but the fact is the team does, and if we’d like to see winning baseball return to Queens sooner than later, we need them too.
* Is “Buckner’s Bolero” by The Baseball Project the greatest Mets-centric rock song of all time? My take: any song that name checks Calvin Schiraldi, Gary Carter, Dwight Gooden and Mookie Wilson has got to be a contender. Musically, it drags; but the lyrics are awesome (see below).
“Buckner’s Bolero,” lyrics by Scott McCaughey
If Bobby Ojeda hadn’t raged at Sullivan and Yawkey,
and hadn’t been traded to the Mets for Calvin Schiraldi.
If Oil Can Boyd hadn’t been such a nut case,
and Jim Rice had twice taken an easy extra base.
If the Red Sox had had a better playoff 4th starter –
instead Nipper served up a big fat slider to Carter.
What would Seaver have done if not for his bum knee?
Would he have taken the ball and exacted revenge on his old team?
If Gooden had pitched like the real Dr. K,
or Donnie Moore hadn’t had that nightmare day,
that stuck with him till he couldn’t take anymore,
and turned his own kitchen into a killing floor.
And John McNamara what the hell was he thinking?
Was it him, not the party boy Mets, doing all the drinking?
If he’d hit Baylor for Buckner and yanked the first baseman
for his by-the-book late inning defensive replacement,
that ball would have been snagged (if it’d ever been hit),
and Mookie’s last name wouldn’t now be “86”.
Bob Stanley picked a pretty bad time to uncork a wild pitch,
and I’m sure he’s still thinking that you could have blocked it, Rich.
Then the tying run might have not been tallied by Mitch.
If one play killed the Sox, can you please tell me which?
I guess everything happens for some sort of reason,
and there must be a tragic end to every long season.
But if even one man doesn’t do one thing he does,
we’d all know Bill Buckner for just what he was:
a pretty tough out for the Dodgers, Red Sox and Cubs.
Ten thousand at bats and close to three thousand hits.
And he stole plenty of bases before his legs quit.
As tough to walk as he was to strike out –
but there’s only one play that ever gets talked about.
Now some kind of fame lies in being a scapegoat.
And if not that, then you’re just an historical footnote.
And your 22 years playing ball might be forgotten.
Maybe Bill Buckner was lucky his luck was so rotten.