Edgy MD

I don't think of these ranks as imprinted on these guys as such. The terms only really are relevant relative to one another. If Mark Clark is the top guy on your staff, he's a #1. If he gets hurt, Pete Harnish is a #1. Similarly, if Dwight Gooden is your best pitcher, then David Cone is your #2, even if he's outpitching 95% or more of everybody else. We can guess what we're going to get from Quintana, but right now it's unknowable. I certainly don't think that everybody the Mets throw besides Quintana will aggregate to a profile equivalent to the bottom 20% of starters in the league, which is seemingly what calling everybody else a #5 suggests.

New York (for immediate release) — Venerable publishing houses L.M. Kolt and Foster Ingram are proud to announce the merger of their imprints and operations under the single umbrella of the Kolt Ingram Publishing Group, LLC. Kolt Ingram is excited with the opportunity for streamlining operations that the merger represents, providing their markets with the reputation for fine literature that the two publishers have always stood for, while laying off 90% of the staff of both houses. Evil is good. Submission is freedom. Ignorance is the true literacy. Long live Kolt Ingram.

I don't want to brag, but I'm on a nice little winning streak over at Tubi, and those creeps at Netflix can go cry, but their tears don't move me. This movie was a good young-man-who-can't-get-his-****-together film, with a lot in common with High Fidelity. It's maybe accidental, but kind of appropriate that the film seemingly borrows its title from a Doors song, because the protagonist (despite being an ethnically Greek German guy) kind of looks like Jim Morrison — albeit Jim Morrison in that awkward in-between period, after the weight started sticking to him, but before an early death released him from the indignities of the world and any need to live like a responsible adult. Our man isn't into Doors music, however, but funky seventies soul, and there's a great delight in a groovy soundtrack being cued up as we see him explode at everyone around him as his life falls apart, and then seize up in pain because his explosions trigger the pain from a back injury which of course he brought on himself. (Comedy!) But like High Fidelity's Rob, he treats the misfits around him as a weight around his neck, which they certainly are, but they're also the only ones left standing by him. Lots of raunch, but a solid small-businessman arc that'll bring out the dormant entrepreneurial spirit within you.

Inaugural class members of the Mets Website Hall of Fame.

Five is Tom Seaver and ... I'll say ... Pedro Martinez.

Paul Gervase is a 6'10" monster who has taken a long time to find the strike zone.

A three-headed monster tour of [FIMG=70]https://cdn-kpnad.nitrocdn.com/EvvgXiErTCxvLHmKLUrSgTBvOOTjCkYT/assets/images/optimized/rev-dc49b37/defleppard.com/wp-content/themes/def/images/logo.png[/FIMG], [FIMG=70]https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/VHAAAOSwuvVbg16E/s-l1600.jpg[/FIMG], and The [FIMG=70]https://www.stevemillerband.com/files/2022/06/logo-1-600x232.png[/FIMG] coming to Port St. Lucie.

"Who's your catching hero?" 　　"For me, I have to say Henry Blanco." Step forward and collect your prize if you saw that answer coming."

Francisco Álvarez is a much stronger English speaker than a year ago.

Jett Williams looking like a hockey player, wearing his pants above the knee, framing some powerful thighs.

Álvarez and his backpick are quite the team.

Yolmer Sanchez showing a strong relay throw on the double-play. Not the fastest exchange but it comes off like a bullet.

Nothing cute about Yohan Ramirez, pounding the strike zone while rocking a Castro beard.

Yeah, but that crazy kid just annoyed the Mets into a Taylor single and a two-run Álvarez homer.

Boot-o checks out with two clean innings, yielding to Austin Adams, with a thick beard and pretty thick body.

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Gamel's got some sweet locks. Feel better, ash.

It ain't https://www.covers.com/sport/baseball/mlb/injuriesunique to the Mets. The Dodgers had an offseason to die for, and still, they've already got five starting pitchers out for extended periods.

Luke Voit on for Vientos at DH. Wearing 99 and sporting some really big guns. Maybe the biggest guns I've seen in a Mets spring training uni since Andres Gallaraga.

Yaksel Rios seems to throw some gas.

An infield hit for Baty is only the second safety of the game for the Mets. Vientos follows with a flare single into the sun field and the Mets (finally) have something a-brewing. Double by Iglesias!!

Bases-bloated hit-by-pitch and we're now looking up from the bottom of an eight-nothing hole. Cards thirdbaseman Buddy Kennedy is the grandson of Don Money.

Nido hasn't improved in tag plays at the plate.

Luisangel Acuña on for the Mets at short, wearing braids.

Two-run single and the Mets are down 4-shnikey. Trayce Thompson isn't showing much of an outfield arm. DJ Stewart is, on the other hand.