You're Not Getting A Bum Off The Streets
Did anybody see the press conference yesterday? Would it have killed
Willie Randolph to dress up for the event? He's there to celebrate one of the biggest free agent acquisitions in the history of the franchise and he shows up looking like he came straight from a sleepover at
Lee Mazilli's house. Put on a suit you freakin' slob. Now slobs and good managers are not necessarily mutually exclusive, but show some class if you want to be taken seriously, Willie.
Of course, there's nothing like the
Yankees and the
Braves pissing on the Mets parade. The trade for RJ isn't a done deal, and I'm crossing all of my fingers and toes that it falls through because everyone wants the Yanks to kick in some extra cash. That or Johnson's arm falls off shortly after the deal is completed. I'll settle for anything at this point.
Pedro hasn't thrown a pitch for the Mets yet but I already like what I've seen from him. He's got a big set of grapes and he's not afraid to use them. He told reporters at his press conference that he won't put up with the type of crap that lesser beings might buckle at. I didn't hear the whole interview, but he was on Mike & The Mad Dog yesterday afternoon and didn't take their crap either. He knows that 95% of the media talk and write out of their ass and he's not going to get worked up over it.
I'm excited to think that the Mets might matter for the first time in a while. I'm excited at the prospect of the Mets actually being a team that other players, good players, want to be a part of. I'm still worried about shoulder injuries, about prime years, regression, and all of those other things that we should be worried about. What's going to happen next?