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batmagadanleadoff wrote: batmagadanleadoff wrote: Wrong on so many levels. Such as ....? I'll tell you what I disagree with. I think that Cespedes is putting on a Babe Ruth show, not a Donn Clendenon show. That was definitely one place he went off track: some strangely funky analogies seemingly formulated to make him sound in the know had the opposite effect.

"I expect this ranking will surprise people." John Sickles, still surprising people, five years later.

Benjamin Grimm wrote: I've forgotten all about Fernando Martinez. And I noticed how Lucas Duda is listed among the "others". He's definitely the guy in that article that most exceeded the expectations. Juan Lagares didn't even make the "others" list.

Batting eighth... um... Jos� Valentin, 2006.

There is in this forum.

Batting eighth, the right fielder, Derek Bell 2000.

Ceetar wrote: d'Kong76 wrote: What are we 'bogusly' outraged about now? the 9/11 cap discussion is always good for some outrage. Or reasonable objection. There's that too.

The thing about Grandy is that he had to be Wright while Wright was away. Go-to guy in interviews, hosting terminally ill kids on trips to the dugout, posing on the field with 9/11 families, grinning like a dope through shitty endorsements for Koon's Toyota, assigning which veterans have to buy suits for which rookies ... . Face o' the Franchise is a tough enough cross to carry when you're a lifetime Met. When you're just a free agent passing through and trying to keep your game together in your mid-30s so fans don't turn on you and put up SUCK threads on the internet, it's got to be a real pain in the ass. To be that guy when you'd really rather be the surly fuck off I'm working here guy. Wright blessed my marriage, which needed blessing, so it would be unseemly to put him anywhere but #1 on my heart throb list. Coming throbs include d'Arnaud, Grandy, Flores, and of course Hairboy, who's always having fun and seems surprised on a nightly basis that he and his buds get to watch the game from the dugout. Lagares is a total pig with the sunflower seeds, but that's cool. Nieuwenhuis still whiffs too much but I'm all in with a good redemption story, and fans were awful too him early in the year. Hoping that Parnell's redemption is next. And come on... Bartolo just playing catch with himself on the mound, even as he waits for a guy who just hit a homer to round the bases. That's astounding. It's like he's Charlie Brown out there just waiting for the rest of the gang to show up. He's a zen master, and I have no doubt that line drives find gloves more frequently when he's pitching because he's mastered the art of mindfulness.

The impressive and imperturbable Bartolo Col�n has dialed back the Delineation of Decency once again. The Mets are at least a .500 team over their last 5,878 games, going back to Thursday, August 24, 1978, an improvement of 5 games. The Mets aura of respectability now dates back to just before the election of Pope John Paul I, known to history as "The Smiling Pope," and immortalized in song in the weird title track to Patti Smith's Wave. The Mets were 12-21 during his brief papacy, but clearly he augured good things to come. The win takes the Mets .500 record back to this 6-3 win over Dave Winfield's Padres, despite the absence of budding star Lee Mazzilli from the lineup. Bob Owchinko (Native American name?) started for the Pads. [fimg=800]http://www.ultimatemets.com/scorecard_graph.php?game=2734&font=1[/fimg] I love the Padres!

Yeah, I faceplanted. Drool on the keyboard and everything.

That's pretty good.

Brace yourself for stupid hats.

Yeah, that's an oopsie. I left Alvarez out of the grid up top.

That's the second wet-field flop for Shelby Miller.

Uribe answers the bell in the bottom of the inning? Man, remember when the Mets were supposed to prove they were serious by getting Michael Bourn?

We may be seeing Dilson next inning.

Amazing how Colon doesn't take a cut unless there's a duck on the pound. That dude saves his bullets.

Cy Young, Warren Spahn, and Bartolo Colon: 27 consecutive scoreless innings after their respective 42nd birthdays.

Sweet running catch by Granderson.

In an Atlanta hospital with an irregular heartbeat. Hope he hasn't caught whatever Viola had. I guess they may need Viola after all.

Sign contract for new stadium, let old one go to seed.

I'm an expert, and my money was on the Mets.

Rain, the one enemy the Mets cannot vanquish.

In seventh place, with 36 home runs, is... HOWARD JOHNSON 1987!

Night off for Wrightaroni, Muffy, and d'Arnie is well earned. Well-earned for two of 'em, anyhow. Muffy could use a few knocks, but maybe a day on the bench gets him going. Best thing about this lineup: bench augmented with Wrightaroni, Muffy, and d'Arnie.