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Vic Sage wrote: Still, it does offer the kind of strong, violent female protagonists (as in ALIEN) that would continue to be a thematic motif of his work. Don't forget tall. He likes 'em tall.

Gavin has landed the coveted Eastern League Rookie of the Year trophy. Tough noogies for you, Gabriel Ynoa! Coming down the homestretch at .317 / .377 / .442 // .819. Seven homers and 51 ribs in 109 games. Brilliant.

It's a Donnie Iris smile. [fimg=400:15dxdx5x]https://lh4.ggpht.com/4QqxV6ODGOuhKB4ZQJr4nIF724qMrEDpax6ydsIM0XGc_NG34b00AOM0JWL-XJW9QkQTlzitAw[/fimg:15dxdx5x]

Dominant Smith enters the MLB top 100 prospecticans. The power will come, man! Be patient!

Sure, but he's been looking like Keith Richards' older sister of late.

Well, sounds like Pacino is playing a decade younger than his bad self.

Al Pacino as a musician? Who is he analogous to? Dion? Johnny Maestro?

Gavin cracks MLB's top 100 prospect list.

Like with the documentary about the Sherman brothers, this film is both blessed and cursed by being directed by the son of one of the principles. It's blessed by his connections and family archives, but cursed by being over-attached to Tedesco's angle. Great to hear them sit around and tell stories of the records, but a narrative and a timeline are lacking. They go from a record that seems 1964 to a record that seems 1968-ish, and then double back to 1958. They all admit that they're not quite sure who counted as being in the Wrecking Crew, and who didn't, but they never really apply the sort of scholarship to figure it out. With some of the players � Tedesco, Carol Kaye, Plas Johnson � you get some of the backstory of where they were from and how they came to Hollywood, but others arbitrarily just seemed to materialize there. And that's the magic, the American dream of going out to Hollywood, starving for a few years, but one day pulling out your baritone sax and playing lead on the Pink Panther theme. Heck, if they just went record by record and listed who was on it, the narrative would have taken care of itself.

There was one great Fantastic Four movie, and it was called The Incredibles.

So, we may have a shortstop in this system after all.

Back to the point, Nimmo batted last today in Las Vegas for Wally Backman. He got pissed, and went out and went 3-4 with a walk and his first AAA homer. A 17-hit night for the 51s

Among the minor league vets gobbled up by the Mets this year, one of the first was Josh Smoker, a former Nationals first rounder with a bad-ass name, who played last year with the independent Frontier League's Rockford Aviators. A veteran of two surgeries, the product of Calhoun HS in Calhoun, GA (and can you get more Braves-country than that?) was spotted as a candidate for revival by an eagle-eyed Mets scout at the Aviators' camp. He started slow, giving up six runs in 6.2 innings with Savannah, but the strikeouts were there, and he got promoted. Since then, it's been lights out. St. Lucie: 1–0 (6 saves) / 1.69 ERA / 6 BB / 26 SO / 21.1 IP Binghamton: 1–0 / 1.64 ERA / 3 BB / 26 SO / 15.0 IP Moreover, he's a left-handed reliever, and we may need one or two of those. He's probably going to be a minor league free agent, and even if they re-sign him, he'll likely be Rule 5 eligible, so they may even add him to the roster in the offseason.

Vic Sage wrote: Plus he was a whining malcontent and a dog. I missed this. More typical is that they failure of the Mets to return to the World Series made him a convenient scapegoat and whipping boy on WFAN. As if it was his fault that Carter and Hernandez aged and Gooden and Strawberry used. Vic Sage wrote: ...would much rather have been huntin' possum in Arkansas just infuriated me. The source of this is usually a single quote in the 1988 playoffs saying that he either goes to the World Series or goes hunting (no mention of possum) and either way he's good, meaning to answer a question about whether he will be affected by pressure. "No," he was trying to say, "I'm not going to succumb to pressure, because I've achieved a focused detachment from my desires." This, of course, got turned into "McReynolds doesn't care" by scapegoating media. The fact that he had been a rip-roaring force in the previous few games of the NLCS, including scoring the winning run in game one — stealing one from the indomitable Orel Hershiser by running through the brick wall that was Mike Scoscia — was quickly forgotten. The McReynolds Myth needs to die.

Went 1-2 with a RS, an RBI, two walks, and a SB. That's a very Nimmo debut!!

Wow. This got some of the most vicious reviews I've seen in a while.

The Clones were down 4-1 in the eighth before Brandon Brosher broshed a three-run shot before Brooklyn ended up walking off in the ninth over Vermont. Brandon is slumping like a Met though, hitting .214 along with an otherwise healthy .320 OBP and .320 and .500 slugging percentage. You get those sorts of weird disparities 15 games into your season. Know who's not slumping? Vinny Siena. Somebody adopt that guy.

Good. We could use a Kevin McReynolds on this team.

I wouldn't take anyone under 10. The high concept that is hard to wrap yourself around with at least some schooling. Except the headache-inducing candy colors are anathema to many who are over 10. Agreed that Sadness carries the day. Not fair that Joy is shaped like a Disney sprite while poor Sadness is such an amorphous shlub.

>>> "We left Paul Giammatti on Mars. Alive." >>>>>> "Oh, that's so sad!" >>> "And it would take like four years and two billion dollars to get back there to rescue him. And even then, who knows." >>>>>> "It's a tragedy!" >>> "Oh, wait... I'm sorry. We left Matt Damon on Mars." >>>>>> "AND WHY ARE WE SITTING HERE TALKING ABOUT IT?!!" >>> "Well it would take like..." >>>>>> "SHUT UP!!!"

Collin has lofty win-loss numbers (9-4) but his ERA (4.54) suggests he's coming back to earth. Fans were turning on him back in June. Maybe they need the poem above too.

Heck, I'll just bounce this baby to the AaPF, and he's all mine.

Merandy Gonazlez pitches with the Gulf Coast Mets. He's 19 years old, has 30 career games under his belt, and I can't even find a picture of him online. But he just pitched a seven-inning no-hitter. Walked one and struck out six. The G-Mets made two errors behind him, which implies he pitched well enough to stretch his effectiveness at least 2/3 of an inning further. In fact, the last time he faced the GCL Marlins (the Guppies?) back on June 22, he threw five hitless innings. So I think it's safe to say that somebody has somebody else's number. That's 12 innings of no-hit, one walk, 13 strikeout ball between the two starts. Merandy. Make a note.

Brandon hasn't yet gotten out of the short season leagues, but he had a game of a lifetime today, DH-ing for Brooklyn. He grand-slammed in the first inning and finished with seven RBI. Brosher, who is aligned to catching and outfielding when he's not broshing the ball all over the ballpark, missed all but seven games last year. But what a seven games, going .387 / .424 / .774 // 1.198, hitting four homers in the homer-stingey Appalachian league. Not bad for a 36th-round pick from 2013. Mine.

Just want to bounce this up to re-capture this splendid photo. We have deGrom in the fire helmet, Walters owning the sombrero, ... who else? I recognize the young woman at 4:30 from the Wifey Watch.