His ankle has been as twisted as a Quentin Tarantino storyline.
And as Cliff Floyd reminded us last night, his kidneys are functioning at fifty percent.
"You know Cliff Floyd's never playing again, right? -said to me before the Florida seriesWith everything that Floyd has gone through physically not only this season, but in his four seasons as a Met, nobody would have been surprised if he had packed it in. Don't forget: This is the guy who played on a bum knee for practically the whole 2003 season before shutting it down when the Mets were eliminated from playoff contention (which contrary to popular thinking, did not happen on April 23rd.)
But I have to think that Floyd realizes the role he plays in the lineup and in the clubhouse. He also must realize that if this is the season that we...indeed...have all been waiting for, and if this is his swan song as a Met with one Mr. Milledge waiting in the wings, I have a feeling he'd drag himself out there with one leg as if it was a Monty Python skit just to be a part of the action, just as he did in '03.
I often think...and I know I shouldn't...about who would be the perfect guy to get that last, clinching (or perhaps walk-off) hit in a playoff or World Series. Well first and foremost, as phenomenal as 1986 was, I would prefer if the quintessential 2006 hit was actually a hit this time. But if I had to choose someone to get that hit? I'd have to choose Cliff Floyd.
Ding Dong, the King is Dead.
"The Yankees are willing to go out and spend $200 million on payroll year in and year out. So they might be able to keep the talent in-house for that long a period of time. But for the rest of the normal organizations across professional sports, no way." -Larry JonesIn a related development, it looks like Larry has gone home to put his Yankee gear on.