It is being widely reported that David Wright has signed a seven year extension to his contract. When you include the year remaining on his current deal, the Mets now have Wright signed for eight years. The seven-year extension is for $122 million.
As a Mets fan I am very happy today. Wright is our own “homegrown” star, and I am excited that he is signed to a deal that should make him a career-long Met. That also has real business value and will offset some of the financial downside that might appear in the end years of this deal.
As far as the contract itself, I think Alderson did a solid job here. I was hoping for a six year extension at similar numbers, but I have also felt that Wright had the upper hand in this negotiation. When you look at some current signings this week (BJ Upton!) this looks reasonable to me.
Sorry for the delayed reaction, Mike, but last night I sustained a non-baseball-related injury in the local pub. You know how nowadays we have to be careful with head injuries, take the recovery slow, one sip of coffee at a time, but I hope to return to the “active” list soon.
Speaking of hope, I’ve been thinking about Pandora a lot lately. Not the music service, which is fine, but the figure in Greek mythology. Molded from clay, Pandora famously opened the box that released all the evils into the world: anger, illness, hate, despair, Bernie Madoff, street mimes, the DH, and the Kardashians (every single stinking one of them). Reports vary, but from the best we can piece together, Pandora, realizing her mistake, quickly slammed down the lid — too late, too late. Then she heard a knocking, the faintest call from inside. She opened the lid again, and out came a fragile, fluttering thing . . . hope.
As a Mets fan, I’ve learned to become suspicious of hope, as it is usually followed by heartbreak or Jose Lima. All things being equal, having David Wright is obviously much, much better than not having him. So, sure, I feel that little stirring in my chest, a quickening I can’t suppress. It began when they dumped Jason Bay to the curb. A move that struck me as decisive, forward-thinking. Now they’ve retained Wright. I’d like to see them keep Dickey, too, and flip Niese, perhaps to Kansas City, but somewhere/anywhere, and bring back a good, athletic, young bat. Gee comes back and his arm doesn’t fall off. Wheeler joins the club in June (a move delayed for arbitration-eligibility reasons), then maybe we do something at catcher, etc.
Maybe, maybe, maybe. Hope, hope, hope.
Wright can’t do it alone, that’s been conclusively established. Cynically, this could play out to be another of Fred’s famous half-measures, enough to ensure mediocrity, SNY profits, and a grim repeat of previous seasons. But I really believe — oh hope! — that Sandy finally realizes he can’t bring back the same team from last year. He has to do something bold, he has to act, he has to try to win. I honestly think it’s possible, a slender hope. Call Kansas City — offer ‘em Ed Hearn again! Maybe Fred loosens the purse strings ever so slightly, emboldened by the insane appreciation of SNY. Today I have more hope than yesterday. Look, there it flies, a glimmering thing, on butterfly wings.
What could possibly go wrong?