Already down their third- and fourth-best position players, the Mets
just lost No. 1 when it was decided that Carlos Beltran would need a
couple of weeks off to rest his troublesome right knee.
It appears as though Beltran has been making the calls here. Though
he kept playing through the pain over the weekend, he chose to have an
MRI on Monday which apparently revealed that the bone bruise he
suffered last month has either gotten worse or at least failed to
improve. Clearly, the two weeks off was preferable to a second
cortisone shot that might not numb the pain for any longer than the
first one did.
The Mets have decided to bring back Fernando Martinez to replace
Beltran. Martinez, of course, was just sent down last week after
hitting .194/.286/.274 in 62 at-bats. Now the club has to determine
whether it makes sense to go with Martinez in center and hope that his
bat heats up or if it should play Jeremy Reed’s superior glove in
center field. Reed has hit .294/.324/.368 in 68 at-bats this season,
giving him a 692 OPS that’s barely above his 680 career mark. Martinez
will certainly be the choice against lefties, but Reed may currently be
the better option against righties.
At this point, the Mets should be content if they enter the All-Star
break at .500. They’ve had more obstacles to deal with than the
Phillies have thus far, yet they’re still just two games back in the NL
East. Also, there’s no one at all likely to run away with the wild
card. If they can get Jose Reyes and Beltran back after the break,
perhaps Carlos Delgado in August and add a pitcher before the deadline,
then they’ll still be in very good position to set themselves up for
another spectacular final-week failure (I kid, I kid).
As I note every spring, “Best Shape of His Life” stories aren’t really about players being in The Best Shape of Their Lives. They’re about players and agents seeking to create positive stories.
We know this because the vast majority of Best Shape of His Life claims are about guys who were either injured the season before, guys who had subpar years the season before or players whose conditioning was a point of controversy the season before. These folks, or their agents + reporters who have little if nothing to write about in the offseason = BSOHL.
James McCann hurt his ankle last season and had a subpar year at the plate. So not only is he a perfect BSOHL candidate, he went old school with the claim and hit it right on the money, verbatim:
Spring training is less than a month away, folks!
Last week Bo Jackson said that, if he had it to do all over again, he would have never played professional football and that he would never let his kids play. The sport is too violent, he said. “I’d tell them, ‘Play baseball, basketball, soccer, golf, just anything but football.’”
Fair enough. Thom Loverro of the Washington Times, however, thinks that Bo could do more than simply give his opinion on the matter. He thinks Bo should become an official ambassador for Major League Baseball:
Baseball commissioner Rob Manfred, pick up the phone right now and call Bo Jackson. Tell him you have a job for him — vice president of something, whatever you would call the man in charge of converting a generation of young athletes to baseball. And pay him what he wants.
You won’t find a better symbol of the differences between the two sports than Bo Jackson. After all, he was an All-Star in both. Bo knows football. Bo knows baseball.
Bo, tell the children — baseball over football.
The Children: “Who is Bo Jackson?”
Yeah, I’m being a bit flip here, but dude: Jackson is 54 years-old. He last played baseball 23 years ago. I’d personally run through a wall for Bo Jackson, but I’m 43. I was 12 when he won the Heisman trophy. While he may loom large to middle aged sports writers, a teenager contemplating what sport to play is not going to listen to someone a decade or more older than his parents.
This isn’t terribly important in the grand scheme of things, but it’s indicative of how most columnists process the world through their own experiences and assume they apply universally. It’s probably the biggest trap most sports opinion folks fall into.