Edgy MD

February 24: the day someone would have guessed Jason Pridie.

Lest it be overlooked, let's end the cold war with the league office over the city agency hats immediately, and wear them in perpetuity on September 11. Or maybe from September 11 to September 21.

The Sox have been pretty good at that --- give people hope. Let them chip away and then come with the knockout punch.

LaTroy Hawkins is one brave mofo.

The Mets don't score here, do you walk Stanton leading off the ninth?

Nope. El Negro.

Who we get for the eighth. Frank?

Quick job getting out of the inning by Atchie. Love seeing what the kids have to show me in September.

Kind of telling that he's not back to center. He hits the homer that starts the team on its best run, and shortly after he hits a game-tying one a few weeks later, he gets cast out when they didn't have to send him down. It's not like he had done much of anything else, but after sending him out, the team was really imbalanced, and neither did they play very well.

Wow, is there a special "Niemanize" toggle I don't know about in Photoshop? Lutz gets a hit. These dead men walking getting hits only makes Sandy's job harder. Better release Francisco now before he does something that'll make you reluctant.

AND THAT'S THE SHIT WE'RE LOOKING FOR!

Two on, two out for Lucas Duda, gasping for for the last breaths of his career. Few in the park for all this drama.

Zvon wrote: The media would have a field day if they ever pulled the plug on the JRrotunda. It'd be a lot more transcendent than that, as it would be more than a day and more than the media.

They can add this and add that. But they're not getting rid of the Jackie Robinson Rotunda. They're just not.

I'd start by making that Citi Field sign blue and orange. You don't really have to work for the Mets to do that. Some tight, black clothes, a few gallons of paint, and it's done in a night.

Staffed by former Hooters girls, gentlemen. I'd hate to see them manning the place.

Probably made the years he refused to be included seem a little awkward.

I think when the next bloggers' summit is convened, they'll need to come down decisively, speaking with one voice as to whether Lady Met and Mrs. Met are the same person.

We had a thread dedicated to it years ago, but I suggested a regalia tradition, where a player would wear a half-inch symbolic insignia embroidered into his right sleeve for each official or semi-official award he has won. Subtle. Classy. A gray star for each time a player achieves All-Star status, a pair of crossed bats for a silver slugger award. A gold glove for a GG, natch. A firefighter's helmet for a Rolaids Relief award. Other awards wouldn't be so easy to represent graphically, but in interwoven RC with one in gold and the other in black for a guy who has one a Roberto Clemente Award, and a linked CY for a player who has won a Cy Young. Willie Mays would don his jersey for his occasional appearance, and his sleeve would look like General Patton's uniform, and there would even be the words "Hall of Fame 1979" embroidered onto his left sleeve around the Mets logo. But more importantly, it would lend a quiet dignity to the likes of Angel Berroa, desperately trying to reclaim their past form, barely hanging on to Major League status, but getting dressed every day, seeing a stitched ROY there, and being reminded that, no matter what the flailings and failings of last night's game, he's still the 2003 Rookie of the Year this morning, and nobody can ever take that away. The league office would explode, but I call that a bonus. The right sleeve would be embroidered with a small number, designating the all-time chronological ranking of when the players first appeared, from "1" for Roger Craig to "960" or whatever for Aaron Harang. Once this tradition has been established on the field, mail such a jersey (and hat, of course) to all the retired men whoever wore the uniform. And so engage with the alumni, reminding them that they will always be Mets, and to carry themselves as such. And if they have fallen, accept this jersey a statement that you are worth redeeming.

A question that makes Jason toss and turn through the night, no doubt.

Edgy MD wrote: YName that batter for two points. Name that catcher for five points. Name that ump for ten points. Anybody? The batter would seemingly be Agee, his body looking perhaps a little more slender with his torso twisted in full torque. But I can't come up with an Agee-on-the-Mets-era catcher whose name ended in NDA and wore a number ending in zero.

I've come around on Randy Bachman and think he's a swell and thoughtful guy, but "Takin' Care of Business" always seemed like an obnoxious and unclever way to mark a win, and actually dimmed the glow a bit rather than brightening it.

Those Met-of-the-past/Met-of-the-Present-and-Future posters. Too bad sharing a frame with Keith Hernandez doomed Ike Davis forever, but that was an accident.

And while I'm making insupportable generalizations, I oddly enough find eight-year-old girls to be wonderful. They could run the world as far as I'm concerned. Second-grade somehow works differently on the different genders.

Eight-year-olds are the worst.