Wallace Matthews on the Yankees providing cover for the Mets

Hit Springsteen last night so I’m tired, behind on real job, and being a blog slacker.
 
 
And the most interesting thing this morning in Flushing seems to be Wallace Matthews correctly observing that the Yankees give the Mets could cover for the stupid things they do.
 
In the words of Wallace:
 
In a world without Yankees, the Mets would have a whole lot more to answer for.

In a town that prides itself on giving no free rides, the Mets have enjoyed a lifetime Metro card into blissful anonymity for most of their 47-year history.

They build an $800-million ballpark (Troubled Assets Relief Program Field) financed in large part by government subsidies and taxpayer bailout money, and nobody gives a damn because the Yankees did the same thing, only on a bigger scale, in the Bronx.

The Mets raise their highest ticket prices to nearly $300 a seat, which in most locales would be a scandal and an obscenity, and compared to the Yankees, they look like a discount store.

The Mets spend more on ballplayers than all but one other team in Major League Baseball. But because that one team is the Yankees, who outspend their nearest competitor by the value of the entire Colorado Rockies roster, nobody cares.

And when, with that $140-million roster, the 2008 Mets execute the second of two of the most disheartening back-to-back collapses in baseball history, they somehow fly under the supposedly sensitive New York radar.

Why?

Because in 2008, the Yankees failed to make the playoffs, too.

 
He’s absolutely right.  I hope to dive in more on this later today when I have time.   In the meantime, check out the piece:  http://www.newsday.com/sports/ny-spwally246081481mar24,0,6566088.column
 
Reminder: Yankee tix on sale at 10am.  No special pre-sale, this is general public.
 
 
 
 

Bud’s WBC Legacy: Who Else Is Psyched For Japan vs. South Korea?

Tonight’s the big night!
 
This is what all the sacrifice was for!  Sending 16 Mets to the World Baseball Classic was worth it.
 
Japan vs. South Korea for the right to declare themselves the true World Champions of Baseball.
 
This is what everyone wanted!
 
Wright risking injury, Perez throwing 85 pitches, K-Rod’s 4 inning saves – it all led to tonight….
 
Japan vs. South Korea!
 
I plan to take tomorrow off so I can stay up late (game time is 9pm Eastern / 10am Tokyo) and soak this in.
 
This time it counts!  Bud Selig is talking about how this will be his legacy.   I guess when your choices are Wild Cards, a lost World Series and steroids…sure the WBC is a good choice.  
 
The players want this thing moved to November.  So do I.  The argument that the fall is all about the NFL doesn’t hold water – play the games Tuesday thru Saturday and you’ll be fine.
 
Finally spring training begins.  The Captain returns to Tampa, and The Future Captain returns to Port St. Luice.   Enjoy your silly exhibition game at 9pm Bud, I won’t be watching.
 
 

Raise Up A Rheingold


I was feeling nostalgic, so I thought I’d invite everyone to join in and raise a Rheingold to some old friends:

To Keith Hernandez for threating to punch Jesse Orosco if he threw another fastball.

To Mike Scott for scaring the bejesus out of us.

To John Stearns, seemingly always injured and seemingly coming back in June.

To Johan Santana for the greatest pitching performance in mets history last September.

To Doug Sisk who prepared me for the ways of the 2008 bullpen.

To Lee Mazzilli for walking in the all star game and making a little boy proud.

For Tom Seaver and the stroll down the right field line opening day 83.

To Rusty Staub, shuttling between left and right.

For third baseman Gary Carter one long night in Cincy.

To Buddy Harrelson who deserves better despite his fear of coming out to the mound.

To Mad Dog Russo for killing the Mets for most of the 90s.

One for the cute ballgirl that was in the commercials with Mookie Wilson circa 1983.

To Jerry Manuel for threatening to stab Jose Reyes two minutes into his managerial regime.

For Nino Espinosa for giving up opening day home runs that let me know the Mets weren’t going to win that year either.

To the 81 strike for letting me fool myself into enjoying a “pennant race” in august for a change

To the Cubsbusters and all the kids who filled the deck on that Midget Mets day doubleheader in ’84.

To my dad, in my mind’s eye still sitting in the box seat behind me chugging a few beers.

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