For much of the season the Mets played decent baseball. More significantly, though, they played fundamentally sound, team-oriented baseball and there weren’t any typical-for-the-Mets stories of discord and strife. In a decade or so when Mets fans routinely found their palm to their face for some damn reason or another, it has been a remarkably facepalm-free year.
At least until recently. The Mets, losers of six straight, are skidding and yesterday some frustration was on display:
Tim Byrdak jawed at Josh Thole and then shared his displeasure further with pitching coach Dan Warthen after giving up a two-run homer to Adam LaRoche with a fastball he didn’t want to throw in the Mets’ 5-2 loss to the Nationals at Citi Field — their sixth straight defeat.
Terry Collins wasn’t pleased with it and, after the game, made noises about “seeing a different team” in the next ten days. Whether that means he’s gonna shape his men up or ship some of them out remains to be seen.
As you get ready for Memorial Day weekend and whatever it entails for you and yours, take some time to read an excellent article from Mike Bates over at The Hardball Times.
The article is about Eddie Grant. You probably never heard of him. He was a journeyman infielder — often a backup — from 1905 through 1915. If you have heard of him, it was likely not for his baseball exploits, however: it was because he was the first active baseball player to die in combat, killed in the Battle of the Argonne Forest in October 1915.
Michael tells us about more than Grant’s death, however. He provides a great overview of his life and career. And notes that Grant didn’t even have to go to war if he didn’t want to. He was 34, had the chance to coach or manage and had a law degree and the potential to make a lot of money following his baseball career. He volunteered, however, for both patriotic and personal reasons. And it cost him his life.
Must-read stuff indeed. Especially this weekend.
The Cleveland Indians will unveil a Frank Robinson statue at Progressive Field on Saturday.
Robinson’s tenure in Cleveland was not long, but it was historic. On April 8, 1975, he became the first African-American manager in Major League history. He was a player-manager. One of the last ones, in fact. He spent two years in that role and then a third year — a partial year anyway — as a manager only. Robinson would go on to manage the Giants, Orioles and the Expos/Nationals, compiling a career record of 1065-1176 in 16 seasons. He is now a top MLB executive.
Robinson was, of course, a Hall of Fame player as well, lodging 21 seasons for the Reds, Orioles, Dodgers, Angels and Indians. He won two MVP awards and hit for the Triple Crown in 1966. Overall he hit 586 home runs – 10th all time – and was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1982. For an inner-circle Hall of Famer with that kind of resume he is still, strangely enough, underrated. I guess that happens when your contemporaries are Willie Mays, Hank Aaron and Mickey Mantle.
Anyway, congrats to Frank Robinson for yet another well-deserved honor in a career full of them.