Saturday, July 15, 2006

McNugget Of Poison

Doesn't Pedro Martinez's contract have one of those standard clauses that prohibits dangerous activities like hangliding, motocross racing, and in Pedro's case, eating chicken in the Dominican Republic?

Silly us...afraid that Petey's shoulder wouldn't hold up for the duration of his four year contract. No...what we should have been afraid of was too much Mop & Glo on the clubhouse floor, and the cooks in the Dominican restaurants not washing their hands before handling the chicken.

Speaking as somebody who has had a recent battle with suspected food poisoning, I can tell you while you don't exactly think you're going to die, you find yourself waiting for death to knock on your door, but death isn't coming. That's what Pedro is feeling right about now.

And that's what Met fans must be feeling after sitting through a Cubs sixth inning rally on Saturday that was like Chinese water torture: drip, drip, drip. Sun-aided triple to right field. Baltimore chop up the middle. Baltimore chop over David Wright's head. Small portion single to left field. More of the same in the seventh inning against the soon to be minor-league bound Henry Owens (finally, I figure out who that chap wearing number 36 was, and they send him down. Wonderful.) And you're sitting back in your recliner, much like somebody experiencing food poisoning just hoping for that extended appointment with the porcelain god to make it stop, much like you're hoping for the long ball from Derrek Lee to convince you once and for all that it's over and you can go about your normal lives again. Wrong. You're bedridden with the IV attached to your vein going drip...drip...drip. And death won't come.

Speaking of death not coming, I actually got asked last night what happened to old friend Edgardo Alfonzo and his now fledgling career. And whaddaya know, he's back...signing a minor league deal with Norfolk today.

It would have to be so, of course, that on the week that a group of Mets took a playful pose on the cover of Sports Illustrated, that the team would bring back a player from the last time a group of playful Mets were the lead story of the grand old lady known as Sports Illustrated. And although I don't see it happening, I hope that Alfonzo finds his way into that Met uniform one more time, although it will have to be another model, due to 13 being off the rack.

Edgardo loves New York, and didn't hesitate to let the city know that after leaving for San Francisco...he put advertisements on top of yellow cabs thanking the city for eight great seasons. That to me is someone who deserves one last crack at glory here...even if it has to be as a September call-up. Even if it has to be reminiscent of John Stearns, who came up in 1984 on his last legs and hit a pinch hit double to a wild Shea Stadium ovation. It was an ovation brought about because deep down we all knew that John Stearns had nothing left in his aching body, but it was nice to see him contribute somewhat to a winning Met team with the blue and orange piping down the sides of the uniform that looked strange on "Dude"...rather than those putrid 70's teams that wasted the talents that John Stearns could have brought to a pennant contender.

Unlike Stearns, Alfonzo played on some winners and had considerably more talent than Stearns had...and it's such a shame that a 32 year old ball player has been reduced to grasping at one last ovation from the team that gave him so many a short time ago. Unfortunately, back issues has forced him to this point where he very well may have nothing left. But it was worth seeing John Stearns in that Met uniform that wasn't synonymous with losing. And it would be worth seeing Alfonzo perform one more time with the back drop of winner like himself.

5 comments:

sheadenizen said...

Putting sentiment aside, Alfonzo is done! Unless he can pitch....

Mr. Loose Lips said...

Perhaps Pedro should go to that "revival" at MSG that David Wright promoted during the commercials of Saturday's game. Dr. Jay (can't recall the last name) can make people walk and perhaps cure food poisoning with just his mere touch. Seriously, did no one find that beyond disturbing? Does Wright just read anything put before him or will he be appearing on "The 700 Club" in the coming weeks?

jdon said...

32--and El Duque is -what-36? No offense, Metsra-but that big circle in the night sky is not an apple pie. Hate to be the one to break it to you. I would be curious to know what Fonzie's real age is. He always looked 10 years older than they said he was. El Duque on the other hand is quite a physical specimen. And doesn't look anywhere near 42. I wonder how old Reyes really is? Hey, is it true that Fernando Martinez is actually 21? This is rally getting confusing..

Metstradamus said...

jdon, maybe. But isn't it Cuba with the nickel and dime birth records and not Venezuela? Although you can never be too sure with anyone, I'm not about to start witch hunting everybody about their age. Look at Carlos Baerga...he played like he was 40 when he was 29...and still lasted until he was 36 (although barely) But he apparently partied his way down that road.

Itsmetsforme said...

whatever age if fonzie could carry the mets flag onto a playoff field one more time, that would be enough for me. i'm glad we gave him a shot. El duque looks pretty damn old right now--to the bullpen with him.

This David Wright thing bears further investigation--could he have sold his soul to a faith healer for a mets championship?