Edgy MD

But we also know that the trashy thing wasn't the only way of conveying the read, right?

Two solidly true statements.

=41Forever post_id=30761 time=1580382937 user_id=69] No room for Tom Seaver on that team?

Mets All-Time He Came Back? Team? Kelly Stinnett, c Mike Jacobs, 1b Anderson Hernandez, 2b Alex Treviño, 3b Ruben Tejada, ss Clint Hurdle, lf Carlos Gomez, cf Tsuyoshi Shinjo, rf David Cone, sp Ray Sadecki, sp Al Jackson, sp Greg McMichael, rp Josias Manzanillo, rp Pete Walker, rp

Looks like Cheech reached second in all three of his turns at the plate, on two doubles and an error by Mikael Franco.

Johnny Lunchbucket wrote: Was hoping it woulda worked out better. Always associated him and Zimmo as Paul DePodesta picks, different from Mets' traditional reliance on college pitchers with top pixx. Had a nice level swing with which he hit a ringing double near the end of his first call-up season that I wrongly pinned my entire hopes on. That ringing double was what I was thinking of. It came in a wild comeback in which the Mets were down by like 10 runs to Philly, emptied the bench and a batch of AAA players hammered their way back into the game. The Mets totally would have overtaken them, but they just ran out of outs. OE: Here is the game. The Phils got out of there with a win, but they so shell-shocked by the shifting momentum in the second half of the game that the Mets won the next game 17-0. Look at the 2016iness of that bullpen! Fernando Salas! Big Jim Henderson! Eric Goeddel! http://leaptoad.com/mets/scorecard_graph.php?game=8859&font=1>

Nothing breaks my depression faster than a phone call from the Mets.

Frayed Knot wrote: I hope the book was better than the movie. Yeah, I like to hold off on critiquing, but man, this was a stinker. Like, you appreciate it's earnestness, but that only convinces you to sustain the charity to make it into the next scene, and the next scene does not reward you. There are musical sequences where you're not sure if we've broken into a surreal, musical bit, or the kid just did something awkward, acting out in public. Either way, it's embarrassing, but you're not sure if you're embarrassed for the character or the film-maker. And that in-between-ness is all over the context of movie too. Springsteen himself is in-between. As this movie is set in 1987, he's in between his world-conquering Born in the USA tour and the paradigm shift to Tunnel of Love, where he pared down the band, mixed the record track-by-track for the first time, retreating from the pressure of trying to sustain his superstar sound into returning to niche artistry, abeit a different (but still very popular) niche. He was also transitioning from his American working hero bod to his crazy-big mezomorph bod. Transitioning from his starter marriage to his longer-term followup. Transitioning from Jersey Muscle Car Bruce to California SUV Bruce too. Springsteen's arc up until that point is taken as one canon, but nobody would hand somebody cassettes of Darkness and Born in the USA to a newbie without carefully explaining that these are two very different Springies. I sure wouldn't, anyhow. Certainly not in 1987. My point being that it's odd that in 1987, with BS&tESB having toured the world a few times over in the previous few years, filling soccer stadia, and generally being a ubiquitous presence, riding the wave of Reagan/Thatcher nationalism, while maintaining the open secret that he's a subversive champion of the underdog ... how do you just discover him like he's some sort of underground taste? His frenemy is all "synths are the future," and even that seems to be a dated perspective by 1987. This small town really sucks. And it does. His father is apparently working in an auto factory, but the town lacks assembly line grit. Dad's whole demeanor is more that of an ambitious small business owner. And you don't find the grit of Springsteen's music either, which is the real tragedy. The music connects the kid with his own life, and only ends up making both feel false and sophomoric. (High-school sophomoric.) It's there in the kid's writing, too, which is supposed to demonstrating him as a budding voice, but like many films about good writing, fails to convince because the screenwriter can't really do good writing. He uses Springsteen's lyrics instead as a talisman, shouting them out in public in an attempt to ward off skin-headed bullies or sway the heart of the local big-hearted politically active cutie pie, but again, you're feeling embarrassed for him when you're supposed to be rooting. And they're often the wrong lyrics — lyrics that barely have any content that relates to the context of the scene. You appreciate the eagerness, but for the two or three scenes you surrender to, you have to summon the patience to get through a lot of tone-deafness. Actually, that sounds like the way a non-fan might describe more than a few Springsteen records. And that's the real tragedy. This won't win the Boss any new fans and might cost him one or two. Myself, I lifted the needle at the 45-minute mark.

Can you think of any manager with as little professional playing experience as Luis Rojas? A season as a punchless corner infielder/corner outfielder for the Expos. That background almost qualifies him as an honorary Wilpon. Obviously there are plenty of managerial success stories featuring skippers who barely scraped by as players, but I imagine that few come from playing backgrounds as fringy as Luis. The organization he played in no longer plays in the same country!

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in the Yankees' stars." – Julius Caeser, Act I, Scene 2

=bmfc1 post_id=30636 time=1580230056 user_id=73]I'm not advocating for the DH but this is Manfred's biggest argument: it increases offense and the game doesn't have enough action.

Eddie Murphy stars as fringe comic Rudy Ray Moore, an early seventies Hollywood figure with more gumption than talent, who put together a company of nobodies and somehow made the worst entertaining movie you ever saw — the story of an avenging superhero pimp — that he paid for out of his own pocket, and killed with it at the box office. [FIMG=475]https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMzFiYWQxYzgtOThmYi00ZmIwLWFlZWMtMzk2NTI2YTYzMjkyXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTkxNjUyNQ@@._V1_.jpg[/FIMG]

Brennan Malone has got to either be the act I saw open for The Dropkick Murphys back in 2002 or the former head basketball coach at Canisius and Iona.

And the risk of the exposure of the drawbacks is a delight. You know what made that Game Five between the Sox and Yanks in 2004 the most thrilling game of that remarkable series? It's not just that it went to 14 innings with the Sox' life and decades of Boston hopes on the line. It was that they spent the last three innings with Tim Wakefield on the mound and Jason Varitek catching. Doug Mirabelli sat on the bench and Terry Francona spent the last several innings with his balls exposed to everybody. Tek couldn't catch the knuckler. All of baseball knew it. But Francona kept him in there on the off chance that his offense could help end the game before his defense did. And somehow, playing more like a goaltender than a catcher, he hurled his body in front of butterflies for three innings. Three passed balls got away from him, including a point where two of them got the go-ahead run to third for the Yankees, but Francona, Varitek and Wakey held in there as Ruben Sierra went down. Having weaknesses isn't to be ashamed of. It's part of being human. And a game that doesn't hide humanity is a game that makes for better human drama.

But there are J.D. Davises all over the league — good hitters who don't really have a position. I don't think that's a benefit to the Mets. The Nats have Eric Thames. The Brewers have Ryan Braun. The Cards have José Martinez. That's why the DH is bad. Doors shouldn't be artificially opened to players with narrow skill sets. Either a player gets through because of the breadth of his skills, or he gets through because one skill is so overwhelmingly good that you accept that you have to cross your fingers and hold your nose when the other parts of his game are called on and exposed. Risk! Strategy!

I've long since realized that the tendency to demonize the living (apart from a handful of agreed-upon paragons) and lionize the dead is a bullshit game that sells papers and (now) garners clicks. So how come I'm totally falling for it now? For 25 years, I couldn't have come up with two good reasons to like Kobe, and now, in a day and a half, I'm allowing myself to get pushed firmly into his corner. What a sap I am.

Except that describes a lot of teams.

I found them to be good-to-excellent fielders, even at this portion of their careers. Ruben Tejootie is probably average at best with his range impeded post-leg break, but I thought it was a pretty good pile of gloves, and the first half of the season, I'd've trusted any of them over Rosario.

So last year they kept Adeiny Hechavarria, Ruben Tejada, Danny Espinosa, and Dilson Herrera stockpiled in the minors and he might be as good as any of them? Well, crap.

In the second of your series of British films about young men of South Asian descent being transformed by rock icons, comes this entry from the director of Bend It Like Beckham director Gurinder Chadha and fringey screenwriter Sarfraz Manzoor. In a nowhere British town where auto factory jobs are disappearing, Javed is torn between his controlling Pakistani father and wanting to find his own voice as a young Brit. When a fellow Pakistani-English youth passes him a few cassettes, he decides his true story is but an echo coming out of New Jersey. [FIMG=450]https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/81iXHSllFYL._SY679_.jpg[/FIMG]

Arenado can fall off a cliff too. And then you're stuck with a fucking albatross of a contract. HARD. PASS. I'm with you. I miss that Stallone movie poster. HARD PASS 2 He's With You Wait, did I just give away that Stallone dies at the end of Hard Pass 1? https://metsrostercentral.files.wordpress.com/2017/11/hard-pass.jpg>

Fact: In three seasons in the KBO, Eric Thames slugged .720. SEVEN-TWENTY!! OVER THREE SEASONS!!

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Plus, even if the glove is still a weapon, they've already brought in a glove-first outfield guy.

He's no Tom Veryzer, but I'll roll out the orange carpet for him. Had a pretty lousy 2019 (I'd like to amend that statement after having checked — he had a very lousy 2019), but maybe if the range is still there, he's worth a look. Go, Noonie!