Late Night Hits From The Blog

With my dad beginning his chemo this week and family in town, I won't get to do an entry on the front office chaos, but here's a couple current thoughts:

- Props to the Phils for getting a Cy Young winner and a 2nd postseason anchor without having to tear down the farm to do it. The Phils post-season rotation now sets up like this: Hamels, Lee, Blanton (who has been solid since he came to Philly last July) and potentially J.A. Happ since Jamie Moyer no longer looks like the reliable pitcher he was when he stared down Rube Waddell. Pretty damn imposing, right? Ugh, I'll be drinking heavily when it's a Phillies-Yankees World Series.

On top of that, they were able to keep prized prospects Kyle Drabek and Dominic Brown. Maybe someday the Mets will learn that the farm system is there to help them. Wait, who are we kidding?

- To paraphrase Big Daddy Kane, I'm not saying Mark Buehrle's the best, I'm just saying he's (bleeping) incredible.

- I think the entire argument about when Michael Vick should return is unnecessary, at least for this year. Had the circumstances been different and Roger Goddell was able to make this decision back around May, this would be different. I think that with Vick just being eligible now, if a team was interested in signing, they would have to dedicate part of their camp and preseason to helping him learn the playbook, finding a way to intergrate him into their offense, on top of the PR hit they'd be tkaing. I just don't see why any team (save for the Raiders obviously) would find it worth the trouble.

- If Colin Cowherd really is right (I just threw up in my mouth) and sports is EXACTLY like the stock market, then somebody must have got insider trading on the Pirates. Good lord, it's not even funny anymore.

- Jeff Francoeur's first 14 games with the Mets: .309 avg, 3 HR, 16 RBI. Last 22 games with Atlanta: .233, 1 HR, 6 RBI.........and yes, I'm the driver of the Frenchy bandwagon, why do you ask?

- I like the Magic signing Matt Barnes, I'm just not sure how he'll fit though. If it works, he'd be a big X-factor come playoff time.

- Does anyone else think Brett Favre was intentionally screwing with the Vikings all this time just to get back into the good graces of Packer fans? Nah. As much as I'd like to think it's for real this time that the Wrangler QB is finished, let's wait 'til after Week 9 before we can celebrate.

Welcome to The Summer of Our Disconnect

(The following Mets are exempt from this: Johan, Frankie and Gary Sheffield)

Like so many Met seasons of the past, the 2009 edition of the New York Mets died in Turner Field this evening as they lost 3 of 4 to the Braves to start the 2nd half. Sure, they may have been kept alive by the machines (the Phillies struggling for a month), but this team has been a goner for awhile now. After the first post All-Star break series, they sit 10 games back of the Phillies in the loss column, are once again the weak punchlines of bloviating windbags in the sports media and with the trade deadline 11 days away, it's highly unlikely the Mets will be buyers.


Following the trauamatic endings of the last 3 seasons, having the Mets going into the tank now seems almost welcome by comparison. If 2006 was walking in on your wife screwing your best friend, 2007 was getting screwed in the divorce and last year was losing custody of the kids, then this year has been akin to living in a motel off I-95 in Palm Coast.

Now admittedly, I haven't been as diligent this year since I don't have the luxury of Extra Innings, but I still follow as closely as I can by watching online, analyzing the boxes, the transactions and the rumors. Every time I watch a Met game on ESPN or catch a look-in on MLB Net, the place just sounds comatose. Part of that can be blamed on the ridiculous ticket prices of Citi Field that has welcomed the Bailout Crowd, whose conferences are being interrupting by a baseball game, but the holdovers from Shea have been silent as well. Before the injuries, I felt like the fans and players shared the same attitude of "Who cares? We have to wait 5 months to make everyone shut up anyway." After one crunch-time failure after another, it's pretty easy to be jaded and after 3 spectacular chokes, Met fans are as bitter as Keith Olbermann these days.

It would be easy to blame this on all injuries like many others, but there's a lot more to what's currently going on in Flushing than just the disabled list. Management will take a lot of the blame as they're responsible for the roster. It's been New York's dirty secret that the Wilpons were one of the biggest victims of the Madoff scheme (some estimates range as high as $700 million, nice to know you can lose that and still own a team in the biggest market), which along with the injuries may explain why Mets have been hesitant to pull the trigger on any deals.

Omar Minaya is fortunate that he has the injuries to fall back on this season becuase he certainly is not without blame for this mess. You can't blame him for not having depth from a free agent standpoint because how many capable backups can you find on the market that can be a starter for an extended period as well? He can blamed however for the deals not made (Derek Lowe, Edwin Jackson for Ryan Church) and not having an adequate minor league system to go to in case of emergency.

Since Minaya's arrival in 2005, here are the list of Mets who came up through the system: Heath Bell (before he became the second coming of Trevor Hoffman, go figure), Royce Ring, Anderson Hernandez, Mike Jacobs (played 1 month in '05), Brian Bannister (was a starter for the first month of 2006, got hurt, traded that offseason), Phillip Humber, Henry Owens, Mike Pelfrey, Lastings Milledge, Carlos Muniz, Joe Smith, Carlos Gomez, Eddie Kunz, Jonathon Niese, Bobby Parnell, Argenis Reyes, Nick Evans, Daniel Muprhy, Fernando Martinez.

Out of that entire group, they only players that can still contribute are Pelfrey, Parnell, Murphy and F-Mart. That's 4 out of 19....below average production, right? Even if the Mets were in contention to make a big trade, there's such a dearth of talent in the minors (and hope pinned on the ones who can make a difference), that they couldn't swing a deal for a chase-changer.

The onus is on the players too. At some point, you have to stop making excuses and play full-out. Mike Pelfrey and Oliver Perez are major league pitchers with front of the rotation material and have double-digit win seasons to their name, yet every time something doesn't go their way, they throw a pity party and make a potentially bad inning a disasterous inning. Daniel Murphy never had an issue with defense last season, but he let everyone's suspicions and criticisms get in his head, and I say that as a Murphy fan.

The Cardinals had plenty of injuries in 2006, the Phillies have had their share of injuries the last 3 seasons, but that didn't stop them. This is just a team that feels sorry for itself and it's pathetic.

Oh well, at least I'll be able to enjoy August and September for once.

Knuck If You Buck

I'm sure you've read your fair share of Tim Wakefield articles the last few days from jaded middle-aged columnists, but allow this young one to give a tribute to a man who finds life better at 62 MPH.

Wakefield is from my neck of the woods and is the most famous player of the baseball program that I work at (record holder in many hitting categories), so I've always had a bit of a soft spot for the Red Sox because of him, even if the Sox fans I know are beginning to reach Taylor Swift-like levels of omnipresence and irritation. But having met Tim on several occasions over the years, I can tell you that everything you read about him being a class act is not exaggerated at all.

I wrote for an independent local publication when I was 11 (feel free to potshot that, I understand), and I got a chance to interview him at a Florida Tech event. He was genuinely interested in the interviews and even talked for awhile afterwards. I've run into him a couple times at fundraisers in the years since and somehow he remembered me and was always gracious. But this column is about more than just some fawning fan.

Often times, you'll hear about athletes being active in their charities, often times it's a photo-op and a check, but Wakefield is a cut above that.

Wakefield if nothing else over the years has been a loyal soldier. When they wanted him to start, he took the ball; When they needed him in middle relief, he'd go 3-4 innings if he had to; When they went unorthodox and wanted him to close, as much as of an adventure as it was some nights, he got it done (15 for 15). Some pitchers would bemoan rotating between the pen and the rotation (ahem Aaron Heilman), but Wakefield always took it in stride and did it to the best of his ability.

When Aaron Boone launched one of the most memorable home runs in baseball history, it was depressing to see it happen to a guy like Wakefield. When it happened, the first thing I said was "Oh no, Boston's gonna hate him now," completely forgetting the 2 gems he threw earlier in the series and that Grady Little had committed one of the biggest brainlocks in history. Fortunately, he escaped that fate and Boston fans were very appreciative of him upon his return.

While some blowhards would consider knuckleballers akin to a prop comic, it's a lot more difficult than it looks. Often times, you need the wind and humidity to play in your favor and like any other pitcher, you need your movement to be on. Especially as a knuckleballer, as to whether other pitchers can make up for it by just slinging it 95-96 MPH past the batters if their offspeed isn't working. In the case of Wakefield, some nights, you can go 8 innings and give up 2 hits; and some nights, you'll throw 4 wild pitches in one inning.

This year, everything has moved Wakefield's way, he's 11-3, will be in his first career All-Star game tonight and all at the age of 42. So when you're watching Wakefield's pitch dancing against the likes of Prince Fielder, Chase Utley and company, know that on that mound is a man, whose time is long overdue.