The big news for the Mets this week is that Old Duque started his parade of off season surgery, and had that debilitating bunion surgically removed from his toe. The problem, not reported in the mainstream media, was that doctors were unable to locate El Duque, who tends disappears at all critical moments, in time to do the surgery on-schedule. In any event, the medical attention will perhaps free him to report to spring training next year, take a rotation spot, raise expectations, be injured for a significant part of the season, come back and make forgetful fans fawn all over him, and then like clockwork resume his spot on the DL for crunchtime/postseason.
The Joe Torre saga is sopping up all available column space for now, and the only thing I want to make sure doesn't slip through the cracks is that there is a bit more evidence that Johnny Damon is a traitor. Every time he opens his mouth, he sells out.
“We kind of thought something was going to happen after we didn’t win,” left fielder Johnny Damon said last night. “They gave Joe an opportunity, but with a pay cut and with the pressure that, if you win, here’s more money — which was pretty decent. “But he’d have had to deal with the same thing he dealt with this year. Maybe Joe just didn’t feel like it anymore.”
Damon annoys me and the so-called Red Sox nation, but given that the quotation above only subtly undermines Torre's position (who he shares an agent with), it's a fair question as to why I point this out. Well, it's fun to know that, at least for the time being, the Yankers have a player with such qualities in their camp. Of course Mr. Companyman sell-out doesn't really have a position on the Yankmes, so this pleasure may be short lived.
Something about the way it all ended, has left me with the inability to get my hot stove on and start ruminating about Met-fixes, which of course is the blogger's main role in life aside from regurgitating tabloid stories and crude photoshopping. I know they need pitching, but beyond that, the problems this team has need to be fixed on the couch. Tell me about your mother, Mr Met.
What will Omar's strategy be? Re-try to land Oswalt? Fit Fay-Rod for Orange and Blue? Get schooled by Moneyballers? I don't know that Omar will abandon his more or less pat-standing philosophy this off-season in response to the September to Dismember, despite the "big splash" suggestions of some columnists and internet types. Part of Omar's thing is not to overreact or play to the crowd. He ain't no Stevie Phillips. It's not a team that stands in need of a drastic dismembering and rebuilding. That said Omar knows he's got to back the truck up to the pitching store. I dunno what to expect, but I'm taking suggestions.
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