By Mike Steffanos
Well, it was quite an eventful day here yesterday. I wrote something with a title that I felt fairly confident would come across as obvious sarcasm to my readers. That indeed was the case with those of you who are regular visitors. What I didn't take into account was that the title in question would pull a lot of people in here that aren't, and that they would feel the need to share their opinions to what I wrote without actually taking the 2 minutes to read it. It made for a lively day, if nothing else. I have a policy of trying to reply to every comment left here. That's usually not much of a burden, as usually there are never more than a handful. Yesterday was an exception. For those of you that took the trouble to leave supportive comments, I thank you. Honestly, my feelings weren't hurt by the negative stuff, but the kindness was appreciated.
I have a couple of things to share with you, but before we move on it would be important to note that Benny Blanco from da Bronx and the great Joe McDonald from NY Sports Day both made the excellent point in comments to yesterday's post that Pelfrey could be included in a deal as a "player to be named later", and then the trade would be completed after Pelfrey's anniversary date next January. Joe points out that you could shut Pelfrey down for the last month of the season to make sure he doesn't get hurt. (What if he got into an accident, though? As a PTBNL, he could be replaced in the deal I guess, but the Mets have no comparable talent in their system.) I know Jeremy Bonderman was an example of such a move, but I believe the time frame there was about a month. This would be considerably longer than that, but it could be done if the commissioner's office allowed such a blatant circumvention of the rule. If they did, they should probably just repeal it as it would be rendered kind of silly. But yes, it could be done in this manner.
Back to yesterday's comments and flaming anonymous e-mails. If any of you have returned today, I don't really understand why you would spend even a small fraction of your life reading what I've written here if you think I'm a big jerk. One email made reference to my "little blog", as if that would whither away my delusions of grandeur. I'm sorry to tell you that that's how I think of the site, too. It's just my little blog. I don't make a cent off this site, but the friendships I've made from it and sense of community with other Mets fans are pretty good wages for what I do here.
What else? Oh yeah, the dog picture. When I started the predecessor of this blog on Blogspot I needed a picture for my profile. Since I am not in love with how I look, I do not have digital pictures of myself on my computer. I did, however, have a picture of me and my favorite dog of all time, Rikki, who had passed away a few years ago. So the picture of Rikki and me went up there. I know many bloggers don't choose to put a picture of themselves up, but I always appreciate it when somebody does. Maybe it's because I'm 47, but I always like to feel there is a real person behind the bits and bytes on my computer screen. That's why Rikki and I are up there looking down at you on this site.
To the commenter that felt the need to make the point yesterday, and to those that made the same point in forums at ESPN and MLB.com over the past few months, I get the fact that you feel the picture with my dog is lame. If it bothered me that you felt that way, I would have taken it down or replaced it. I honestly don't care -- I'm a few years beyond being concerned with what people I don't have respect for think about me.
I guess at some point I should replace that picture with one more current. I still look pretty much the same. The hair and the moustache (that covers a big scar over my lip) are the same, although more grey has crept into both. I'm a little older and a little uglier, but you would recognize me if you ran into me on the street. So yeah, I'll replace that picture someday, but it's not a priority. To tell you the truth, I don't notice it much when I look at my site. It's the same defense mechanism that allows me to survive the mirror every morning without giving back breakfast.
When I do notice it, I see my old friend Rikki. This was the last picture I have of her, old and riddled with the cancer that would take her a few months later. Yet the reason I had to hold her so tightly was that's the only way you get her to stand still for long enough for a picture. She had boundless energy, and always found a way to do something crazy and funny. When I see that picture, I never fail to remember something that makes me laugh. I guess I'm not ready to move her out yet, even if there are some that find it "lame". To those that do, please kiss my middle-aged Italian ass.
Finally, understand that I make some assumptions about my readers here. I assume that you are intelligent, like to read and are devoted Mets fans. Why else would you spend time here? I never feel I have to teach you about baseball, and I'm not trying to beat you over the head with my opinions. I like reading stuff that makes me think, and look at things from a slightly different perspective, and that's what I try to provide here. I don't like it when someone "writes down" to me, and I'm not going to do that to you. A lot of you seem to appreciate it, and that makes it worthwhile.
As for the sarcasm, that's part of what I bring to the table and it's not going away. For those of you that don't read the comments, I need to share with you this classic from yesterday from "RealityChuck":
I think you fail to see the utter brilliance of this move by Omar. He's such a great general manager that he is able to trade people he isn't allowed to trade!
This opens all sorts of possibilities. Why stick with players that are part of your organization? Omar is setting things up to trade players from other teams to get players for the Mets. He can, for instance, send Albert Pujols to the Diamondbacks and get Brandon Webb in return. This would give the Mets a front line starter, and weaken the Cardinals to weaken one opponent. We can then trade David Ortiz to Cincinnati and get Bronson Arroyo.
Then he can start traveling through time (there is nothing Omar can't do!). Trade Anderson Hernandez for Sandy Koufax in his prime. Or just purchase Lefty Grove from Baltimore (Omar has considerably more money to play with than Connie Mack; the $25,000 that Mack paid for him is chump change).
I understand Cy Young might be a free agent, so Omar can sign him at the beginning of his career. Maybe even Walter Johnson is available.
We need to think big and show that sort of imagination that makes Omar a genius.
This is quality sarcasm folks.
I don't feel like I have to telegraph sarcasm to you with a wink, wink, nudge, nudge as if we weren't all northeasterners living in the sarcasm capital of the world. We may not be friendly to strangers on the street here, but we get sarcasm. When I have spent times in different parts of the country and my sarcastic sense of humor comes out, people look at me like I just killed a puppy in front of them. Here everyone gets it -- well, at least you all did, right?
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NY Post: Learn from the past
Joel Sherman, whom I jumped on yesterday somewhat unfairly (see second paragraph above), comes out with something that I can completely agree with today.
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