>Wow – Someone Else Doesn't Like Pedro

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Again, I hope Pedro’s father gets healthy and lives a long long time.

However, I think he’s representative of all the things that made this franchise lose its way (even while going to a World Series) in the 1990s – you can read the post in the Archives (short version “Please welcome back our old friend…..Mike Hampton!”)

So I’m mighty surprised to see that Adam Rubin understands me.

…there’s clearly a different set of rules if Minaya has your back. I’m sure Chris Correnti, Martinez’s trainer, is a wonderful guy. He was even placed on the Mets’ payroll and given full clubhouse access this year. Of course, the second Martinez went away, so did Correnti, which tells you all you need to know about whether he was a team trainer or one player’s.


Bottom line: Martinez has made six starts since Opening Day 2007. And he’s made a grand total of 60 starts in four years as a Met. While his record is 27-17 as a Met, the team’s overall record in those games is 31-29. Players with equivalent number of wins to Martinez during his four years as a Met: Josh Fogg (28 wins), Esteban Loaiza (27) and Kyle Lohse (26).

>Marchman in The Sun

> Some good rips in here from Tim Marchman, who is always entertaining, but he writes for The Sun which actually now has fewer readers than the Mets Police.

There was a brief time in which it seemed as if the Mets, with several of the best young players in baseball, a new television network, Citi Field on the rise, and shrewd, even-keeled management, could not possibly botch things up. There was also a brief time in which it seemed that Gregg Jefferies would join Darryl Strawberry and Dwight Gooden in leading the Mets on a thousand-year reign of terror. In one case as the other, the natural order asserted itself, and the franchise continued its long history of agonizing farce.
The worst thing about all this, of course, is that the team isn’t even entertainingly dreadful, as the Jeff Torborg/Dallas Green Mets were, but rather relentlessly dreary, along the lines of Art Howe’s clubs. If the Mets are doomed to follow a cyclical pattern of tantalizing success followed by miserable under-performance, as they have as long as I’ve been alive, the least they can do in the down years is be truly wretched. Luis Castillo and musings on SNY’s camerawork are a long, long way from Anthony Young and threats to show reporters the Bronx. This team isn’t even any good at being bad.
Great read here for those of you that don’t subscribe to the New York Sun.

Wow – Someone Else Doesn’t Like Pedro

Again, I hope Pedro’s father gets healthy and lives a long long time.

However, I think he’s representative of all the things that made this franchise lose its way (even while going to a World Series) in the 1990s – you can read the post in the Archives (short version “Please welcome back our old friend…..Mike Hampton!”)

So I’m mighty surprised to see that Adam Rubin understands me.

…there’s clearly a different set of rules if Minaya has your back. I’m sure Chris Correnti, Martinez’s trainer, is a wonderful guy. He was even placed on the Mets’ payroll and given full clubhouse access this year. Of course, the second Martinez went away, so did Correnti, which tells you all you need to know about whether he was a team trainer or one player’s.


Bottom line: Martinez has made six starts since Opening Day 2007. And he’s made a grand total of 60 starts in four years as a Met. While his record is 27-17 as a Met, the team’s overall record in those games is 31-29. Players with equivalent number of wins to Martinez during his four years as a Met: Josh Fogg (28 wins), Esteban Loaiza (27) and Kyle Lohse (26).

>Steroids!

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Runs and home runs in the AL have sunk to their lowest levels since 1992, the year before expansion helped trigger the greatest slugging boom the game has ever seen.
Hmmm I wonder what could have changed, that all the great baseball players of all time played between 1995 and the Mitchell Report. What a glorious age we lived in.

Marchman in The Sun

Some good rips in here from Tim Marchman, who is always entertaining, but he writes for The Sun which actually now has fewer readers than the Mets Police.

There was a brief time in which it seemed as if the Mets, with several of the best young players in baseball, a new television network, Citi Field on the rise, and shrewd, even-keeled management, could not possibly botch things up. There was also a brief time in which it seemed that Gregg Jefferies would join Darryl Strawberry and Dwight Gooden in leading the Mets on a thousand-year reign of terror. In one case as the other, the natural order asserted itself, and the franchise continued its long history of agonizing farce.
The worst thing about all this, of course, is that the team isn’t even entertainingly dreadful, as the Jeff Torborg/Dallas Green Mets were, but rather relentlessly dreary, along the lines of Art Howe’s clubs. If the Mets are doomed to follow a cyclical pattern of tantalizing success followed by miserable under-performance, as they have as long as I’ve been alive, the least they can do in the down years is be truly wretched. Luis Castillo and musings on SNY’s camerawork are a long, long way from Anthony Young and threats to show reporters the Bronx. This team isn’t even any good at being bad.
Great read here for those of you that don’t subscribe to the New York Sun.