You know what was great about Bill Gallo? He could evoke real emotion with a simple drawing, such as the one he created above when Dwight Gooden entered rehab the first time. If this same thing happened now, you'd have every expert, television personality, and people who didn't know who Dwight Gooden was shout at you through your plasma screen and tell you what your opinion is. Back when our emotions were still our own, there was Bill Gallo to bring them out of us with simple, yet memorable drawings. No doubt you're looking at this and, if you're old enough, you're feeling something right now.
Gallo leaves us, and takes a little bit of our youth with him.
Forgive me if I'm subdued even after the first win of the year against the Rockies on Tuesday, and Mike Pelfrey's first victory of the year at a place other than Citi Field, along with his first hit of the year ... a 2 run difference making single. This internet hack will remain subdued until Ike Davis is either out of the walking boot, or uses the walking boot to kick Jeff Wilpon in the pedoingas before hitting the first Mets grand slam since 1975 and stepping on all four bases and Troy Tulowitzki's ankle with the boot still on.
Davis has a strained left calf after knocking legs with David Wright on a pop-up, and will have an MRI at some point to determine once and for all if the human ankle has an anterior capsule that can be torn. Once that is settled, they'll see how quickly Davis can return. He thinks today. And Custer thought they were friendly Indians too.
(I'm referring of course to Sonny Custer, who was never called up by the Cleveland Indians.)
Let me get something straight:
So Jose Reyes, one of the fastest men on the planet, who can run from home to third in just under 11 seconds, is anchored to first base this season in the late innings of games.
But Willie Harris has the green light.
Okay, obviously my brain isn't evolved enough to understand this. So I'll just have to accept that Harris was thrown out at second as the tying run with Daniel Murphy up and one man out in the Mets latest loss to the Rockies. Bob Ojeda says during the post game show that Willie Harris "was known as a Met-killer." I respond with "what the hell do you mean was?"
At least it spared David Wright the chance to strike out to end another game.
And to top it off, two Mets landed on the disabled list on Monday. Chris Young, for re-tearing his anterior capsule (see you next season), and Jason Bay. Yes, Bay pulled his tongue in the post-game interview scrum while trying to pronounce "Jhoulys".
Okay, so David Wright has a lot of fans here in our fair city. And David Wright gets a lot of slack here because he loves being a Met and because I get the feeling that it would really hurt him to leave. Most if not all players will tell you, if asked, that they want to stay where they are. What else are they going to say? With David, a guy who grew up a Mets fan, when he says it I truly believe he means it 110% when trade rumors swirl and reporters ask him about it. And I think most fans do too. And that's a main reason why he gets slack when he's struggling. And he deserves this slack. I'm certainly not going to treat him with the scorn that, say, Jeremy Roenick would give to Patrick Marleau. David Wright is a friend of the program.
But I would like to ask all of you this, and there's no wrong answer: When do we start worrying about him?
What did we expect, really?
I seem to recall a certain announcing group ... for argument's sake we'll call them Larry, Heath and Don ... all aglow about the seemingly fast return to health of a certain center fielder. "Oh how he's healed so quickly in the minors", they would exclaim. "Well that is because the injury was caught quick" the other would answer. I heard this and felt faint. I had to sit down. Surely this can't be my baseball team they were talking about. It wasn't possible. The room starting spinning. Colors were more intense. The air tasted like garlic sauce. I needed fresh air ...
I need to note that the Mets have signed pitcher Brian Sweeney to a minor league contract. Is this important because the Mets are getting ready to make a major league roster move? No. Is it important because he has history with Paul DePodesta and Terry Collins? Well, maybe. But it is important because Sweeney played for the Nippon Ham Fighters. Which means that he fights the scourge that is ... ham. And for some oddball reason, I need to make special note of anybody who has been referred to as a Ham Fighter.
Because, you know, ham must be stopped. In our lifetime. Before it kills again.
Wait, you mean they don't fight ham, but fight for ham? Fighting ... in the name of ham? Crusading for ham?
Well this is disappointing. I thought that fighting ham would better prepare Sweeney for dealing with the New York media when he finally gets called up. Now, I guess he's on his own.
This must be why Mike Pelfrey frustrates so many people.
For the first three and two-thirds innings on Thursday Pelfrey was money. He not only had a no-hitter going, he had no-hitter stuff. He had me regretting my decision to choose extra sleep over a day at the ballpark. He had the kind of stuff that looks so easy that it makes you say "Yes! This is the Mike Pelfrey we know he can be! Why can't he do this all the time?"
And then ...
Well, I hope you're happy with yourselves.
So if Snoop Manuel fictionally railed over the Jenrry Mejia injury, just think of what we could make up regarding Pedro Beato, Fernando Nieve, Ryan Church and cold spaghetti.
Well, the nice story about Queens kid made good is on hold for two weeks, since Beato has elbow tendinitis. That leaves Jason Isringhausen as the last remaining option out of the bullpen that doesn't cause me to put tin foil on my cat's head ... you know, to be safe. Mike O'Connor takes his place and becomes the only lefty in the bullpen.
That's right, Tim Byrdak, I said "only lefty in the bullpen." What are you going to do about it? Strike out Aubrey Huff, perhaps? Yeah, didn't think so.
In case you missed it, here is the summary of every Tim Byrdak Met appearance to date: