Valadius

Zambrano feels like the best candidate for a trade. Pitching-starved teams like Cincinnati, Texas, or Colorado could use him. And if we trade Matsui, we're gonna need a second baseman. We may obtain him in a trade that way.

Omar, don't be an imbecile.

He blew past Olerud on the 27th.

Sigh... this would be a step in the wrong direction.

Joe Randa is close to signing with Pittsburgh, a one-year deal.

Junior Noboa.

Ojeda - 3 Wilson - 2.5 Knight - 2.5 Carter - 1 Mitchell - .5 Mazzilli - .5

Comments on the poem, anyone?

I had "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" in mind since I got on the train. Just needed time and the internet to look up the poem.

'Twas Six Days Before Christmas 'Twas six days before Christmas, and Hanukkah too, And writing two papers had made me quite blue. On Harriet Miers I'd written a lot - Her brief nomination had all been for naught. My days had been spent largely stuck in my bed, As I, naive freshman, was in over my head. I'd procrastinated till all hope seemed quite lost - I studied so much that my brain did exhaust. And then it was Monday, the date of my test, And after I'd finished, I'd go home to rest. At eight in the morning I had my exam - In my mental ballgame, I hit a grand slam. With a skip in my step, I returned to my room, Having finished my quest to avert my own doom. I opened my drawers and I looked through my things, And packed up what one who is going home brings. In, boxers! In, blue jeans! In, polos and t-shirts! In, laptop! In, slippers! In, iPod and sweatshirts! To the depths of my suitcase! To the end of the hall! Now roll away! Roll away! Roll away, all! I rolled my large suitcase, complete with a tag, Past the bum, BOVA, in his sleeping bag. I rolled down New Hampshire with all my supplies, And passed a LaRouchite, mind twisted by lies. I got on the Blue Line and then switched to Red, "This is Union Station," the loudspeaker said. I got off the Metro and entered the station, As someone familiar approached my location. He was wearing a tan leather jacket with jeans, But that face I remembered from plenty of scenes. His daughter was with him, a cute little blonde, And it took me some time for my brain to respond. "It is him! Al Leiter! How awesome!" thought I, As Leiter and daughter walked up, then walked by. I then turned around as he passed and said, "Al?" Al Leiter then stopped and turned to face me, young Val. He looked a bit nervous as I shook his right hand, As if his day hadn't gone just as he'd planned. "Hi, I'm Steve Lieberman. I'm a really big fan." "Nice to meet you," I said. He seemed like a nice man. "Nice to meet you," said Al, and he left with his daughter. Al probably wished that he'd never have brought 'er. Now I was excited. I thought, "This is cool!" "I can't wait tell my friends at the Crane Pool!" As I sat down to wait for my four o'clock train, I thought it absurd that I'd see Al again. The train began boarding at quarter to four, And I was quite shocked when I saw Al once more. He was helping his daughter, who'd fallen behind, And as I walked closer I thought I'd lost my mind. "Hey Al! Merry Christmas!" said some random guy, And Al looked quite nervous as I passed him by. And the last thing Al said was indeed quite polite: "Merry Christmas to you!" Then he vanished from sight.

Let's show some love to our new Pool-Mate.

Which Mets starter liked to move bogs around?

Edgy DC wrote: Which Met infielder, when he lived in Scotland, displayed an uncanny ability to distinguish the sound of different sheep? Ken Baas Well.

Edgy DC wrote: Which Met infielder, when he lived in Scotland, displayed an uncanny ability to distinguish the sound of different sheep? Baa be Close? (Bobby Klaus)

You know, I was working on a song on the train, but I couldn't get it the way I wanted. I'll come up with one soon, though.

Nope, but now that my identity is out in the open, I guess my dad's is fair game too. http://www.optionsclearing.com/press/board_members/bio_lieberman.jsp

I came home today, as my last final was at 8:00 AM. I packed up and got to Union Station at around 3:30. I emerge from the Metro and I walk through Union Station with my bags when I notice a familiar face walking towards me. Who should it be than the one and only Alois Leiter, in the flesh. He was with his daughter, a blonde of perhaps 10 or 11. They walked past me, but I turned around and said, "Al?" Al Leiter slowly turned around. I went up to him and said, "Hi Al, my name's Steve Lieberman, and I'm a very big fan. Nice to meet you." We shook hands and Al said, "Nice to meet you too." He then walked away, daughter in tow. He seemed quite nervous and shaken in person. I wait for my train, the 4:00 Acela. As I walk out onto the platform, who should I see but again, Mr. Alois Leiter and his daughter, bags in tow. Two guys noticed him and one said, "Hey Al! Merry Christmas!" Al kind of grimaced and said, "Thanks." He then hurried off with his daughter onto a car far up on my train. I don't know what Al was doing in Washington alone with his young daughter. They both had a considerable amount of luggage, though. Maybe they were checking out the Washington area, with Al taking his daughter to look at schools? Who knows. But one thing's for sure: I ran into Al Leiter.

He was indeed.

Danny Graves has signed with Cleveland, as has Steve Karsay.

I think the thing we have to recognize is we have been spoiled with Mike Piazza at catcher in terms of offensive production. Production there was inevitably going to go down.

Willets Point wrote: What Met acts as a fashion consultant for birds of prey? Hawk Taylor.

Again? Come on now.

Willets Point wrote: What Met will be the undertaker for General Noriega's funeral? Barry Manuel.

More riddles - I think we have all but two.

Bret Sabermetric wrote: Which Met 3bman attacked a Las Vegas illusionist? Roy Staiger (Roy's Tiger).