="Edgy DC"]="Wally"]In reality, Glavine is as much a part of Mets history as Warren Spahn, who posted his 360th victory as a Met in 1965. But, like Glavine, the bulk of his wins - 356 of them, to be precise - came as a Brave. First Boston, then Milwaukee. It must be awesome to be Wally Matthews and get paid to write the first 800 nonsensical words that come into your head. 1) The statistics...as Edgy helpfully outlined them. 2) The postseason...you make three postseasons starts (and pitch very well in two of them) for a team that's been in the postseason seven times, you are a reasonably significant part of that team's history. 3) Two All-Star berths, neither of the "crap, we need to name a Royal" variety, indicate you were one of the better players on your team twice. 4) Though it made me cringe circa 2003, the Mets have made Tom Glavine one of the faces of their franchise. He may not be true blue and all that, but who is? 5) What a fucking idiot. He's actually made me rush to the defense of Tom Glavine. And quit kicking around Warren Spahn, you numbskull. His half-season as a Met pitcher and pitching coach wasn't a raging success but it gave us this crucial episode in the development of Frank Edwin McGraw as captured in this passage from Screwball reflecting on what happened when Tug forgot to bring his "baseball hat" on his first road trip and his baseball shoes on his next: ]Spahn was so different from me, it was unbelievable. He was terfficially organized. I was scattered around. He was strict. I was loose as a goose. He was calm and poised. I was coming apart at my mental seams half the time. He was right. I was wrong. He even said, "Look, I'm not going to narrow it down to items of clothing. The next time you forget anything, you're fined" And that kind of cured me.