"Tasty, toasted Cuban sandwiches have a submarine-style layering of ham, roast pork, cheese, and pickle between a sliced length of Cuban bread. The key to a great, versus a good, Cuban Sandwich lies in the grilling. A great Cuban sandwich is grilled in a sandwich press (called a plancha) until the ham, pork, and pickles have warmed in their own steam. Cuban restaurants use a sandwich press, but you can substitute a waffle iron. These sandwiches use no mayonnaise, lettuce, onions, bell peppers, or tomatoes; however, butter and mustard are optional. Cuban sandwiches are sold hot (pressed) or cold (room temperature)." -from the What's Cooking America website.
Where will Metstradamus go with the Cuban Sandwich reference?
- He will say that Alay Soler and Orlando Hernandez will now form the perfect Cuban sandwich at the back of the rotation.
- He will note the size of Soler and observe that he is a couple of Cuban sandwiches short of Sal Fasano.
- He will tell us that Cuban sandwiches come in three sizes: Small, Medium, and Bartolo-sized.
- He's never had a Cuban sandwich because he doesn't care for pickles, and he'd rather have a White Castle cheeseburger with onion rings.
- Metstradamus would never resort to a cheap joke.
Yes he would.
But Soler impressed in his long awaited debut tonight, in a game which needed a strong performance by a Met starter after last night's marathon. He gave up five hits and walked four in six innings, but much of the damage was done in the first inning when Alay was certainly a bundle of nerves, walking the bases loaded right off the bat. All three walks would score as Pat Burrell, who resumed his anti-Met crusade tonight, singled home a run and Chris Woodward's error allowed two runs to score. But after that, Soler shut the Phillies down impressively. Only Burrell cost Soler his first major league victory with his dinger off Pedro Feliciano in the seventh. Yet I'd say that Soler ha's earned another start or two, in what could be a complete re-working of the back end of the rotation.
Offensively, well...what's Carlos Beltran been eating? (Oh sorry Jon Miller: What has Carlos Bel-TRAN been eating?) Another first inning homer for Carlos, who usually fares better the second time he faces a pitcher (.385) rather than the first time (.236). But now, first inning home runs off Randy Johnson and Jon Lieber. Add that to his high average in the 16th inning or later (1.000 this season) and you have a superstar in the making.
And give credit to Chris Woodward for making up for that error, tying the game in the third.
But the game winner, which came after Burrell's home run, was delivered by David Wright in the seventh with an RBI single. Wright is starting to make a habit of these big hits, which is starting to worry at least one Yankee fan. He was chatting with a small group of people which included yours truly earlier this week, and talked about Friday's Yankee/Met game. I now pharaphrasically quote:
"If I'm Mariano, I pitch to Carlos Delgado. If Delgado beats us, fine. But to let David Wright beat us, it holds an even further significance that it was their golden boy that beat us. I can live with Delgado beating us. But David Wright? Met fans loved that a whole lot more than if it was Delgado, and that makes me sick."Personally, my standards aren't very high when it comes to who beats the Yankees. I can pledge to you that Carlos Delgado beating the Yankees is as sweet as David Wright beating the Yankees, is as sweet as Carlos Beltran beating the Yankees, is as sweet as Cliff Floyd beating the Yankees, is as sweet as Jose Valentin beating the Yankees.
I really have no preference as to who or what beats them. I learned not to think like that the hard way. When I was sitting in the upper deck, and Mike Scioscia hit that home run off of Gooden in the playoffs, my thought was "Good. This gives Kevin Elster a chance to beat them in the ninth." I don't know why I thought this way, but the fact that I did think that way at least makes me partially responsible for the fate that befell me that night...that cold, dark, scary night. So no more picking and choosing my heroes.
But it's nice that Yankee fans are starting to dread the fact that David Wright is becoming one of those home grown special stars on our side of town. Hopefully they'll start to familiarize themselves with the sick feeling that I get when Derek Jeter is up in a walk-off eligible spot in October, and the same thought runs through my head in a CNN-type news ticker: "anyone but him...anyone but him...anyone but him."