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How short must that guy be, that Snooki is only that much shorter than him?

Well, they brought up another reliever who can give up walks.

Bay back?

When did Igarashi get called up? Who got sent down? What's new with Izzy?

Jose on base again -- perfect bunt single.

In a way, it's kinda sad Jerry is gone. He could have held his own in a conversation with R. A.

Werth batting third today. After Rodriguez walked the first two guys in the 9th yesterday and Werth came up, the first thought that went through my head was, "Battle of the overpaid stiffs -- who will choke first?"

Beltran 3 Davis 3 Reyes 3 Capuano .5 Rodriguez .5

Does "Two-two to Duda" sound like a bebop riff?

In fact, he's channeling a little Edward Hopper.

Dickey's art work is pretty good.

O knuckleballer your pitch like a butterfly floats past the batsman

No one deserves it more.

They win the damn thing!

Niese 4 Parnell 2 Wright 2 Thole 2

And his 4th inning.

And we are under way.

Thank you, Big Man.

HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM ST. LUCIE TO CITI FIELD They sprang to the infield, Ike Davis and more; With Reyes and Emaus and Wright, there were four; And Murphy and Hu, if one faltered his task, While Thole, Josh Thole, stood back of the mask; No Ronny Paulino, but that won't delay us, Our catching reserve's in the hands of Nickeas. And then to the outfield, with no Jason Bay, But he's to return�if not April, then May; So in left Willie Harris, a welcome intruder, And a promising homegrown, our own Lucas Duda; No need for contention�they'll both keep the pace, As they bring the good news of our Mets in first place. A center field stalwart when last year began, Now new-brimming with health, Mr. Right Field Beltran; At the far reach of center, and no longer strange'll Be one with the wingspan and speed of an Angel; If we've need of a backup, we're fortunate there's one Who'll hit the ball hard, and his surname is Hairston. As spring training ends, and the season draws near, Who stands 'stride the mound? Why, that vision is clear: He's tall as a steeple, and sound as a belfry, Right now he's our ace � you remember Mike Pelfrey. With a fastball like lightning all covered with grease, Coming into his own, Mr. Jonathan Niese; And his knuckleball may not go plateward so quickly, But its flutter will make batters mutter, �Damn Dickey!� And if that's not enough, let them reckon with this, We have two pitchers more, both new, both named Chris, But the one for the other will ne'er be mistook, Because one is from Princeton, the other from Duke. As we enter the fray, no ace named Santana, Maybe May, June, July � maybe even manana. He may come back hot, and he may come back colder-- Depends on the scalpels that probed in his shoulder. But finally, our venture needs the services of men Who'll come streaming to the rescue, like bulls out of pen. Now Bucholz and Beato are two who've got our back, Carrasco and Blane Boyer, and even Tim Byrdak, Parnell (and maybe Isringhausen), horses brightly shod. All leading to the closing note, the man they call K-Rod. And though some may look in vain for wit or wisdom in this ditty, They still must stand a glass for he who brought the news to Citi.

How do you pronounce Nickeas?

Snooki's taller.

Whose field this is I think I know, Not likely to be Hairston's, though, Nor even Duda - Opening Day Will Willie Harris strike the blow For Metly honor he will play, And if he hits, there he will stay, But - ribcage willing -- before May, It will belong to Jason Bay.

Has anyone mentioned Topo Gigio?

From Verse Daily A Bad Break Lou Gehrig is crying. Lou Gehrig is crying for every story in New York City. Lou Gehrig is wiping down every bleacher seat in Yankee Stadium with his salt. Lou Gehrig. Lou Gehrig. He has the right. He banged every one with a dinger. DiMaggio can't believe the greatest ballplayer he ever played with is crying. Gehrig once hit behind Babe. Lou Gehrig is crying. It fills every stein and mug in the Bronx. Gehrig wanted to play in every game. DiMaggio wants a hit in every game. DiMaggio marries a bomb who will sleep with the president. Lou Gehrig is crying up and down Broadway. He just got a bad break. He says he is the luckiest man in the world. The Babe and Gehrig are hugging like sisters. They don't speak to each other. Gehrig's mother said something about Babe's wife. Lou Gehrig is crying. DiMaggio still loves Marilyn. He is laying flowers on her grave. They were going to be married again. Lou Gehrig is crying. Lou Gehrig is crying down at the financial district where someday the big bucks will build our future at the World Trade Center. Casey says DiMaggio won't play if he can't play ball the way people expect Joe DiMaggio to play ball and it's only to take the money. Joe DiMaggio is an American hero. Joe DiMaggio's father's name was Giuseppe in San Francisco in 1942. That took guts. Lou Gehrig is crying. Ruth. Gehrig. Dimaggio. Now the Commerce Kid like Babe wants to hit a home run off every broad in the city. His dad Mutt gave him a baseball when he was hours old but sometimes Mickey Charles wanted a bottle. The Mick needs your liver now. He and Billy and Whitey for awhile drank up all of Gehrig's tears.