By Mike Steffanos December 29, 2020 When I was a kid, my brother and I were raised by my maternal grandmother after my underequipped Mom punted on the responsibility. My grandmother has been gone for many years now, but she remains one of the finest people I have ever known in my life, and also one of the greatest Mets fans. My grandmother had the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known, but she was somewhat overmatched trying to raise a couple of kids at an age when she should have been able to kick back and relax a little — not that that was ever part of her personality. Looking back, my grandmother contributed much of what has made me a decent person. Sadly, though, I didn't realize most of this until many years later.
At the time I was a smart, angry and insecure child. One of my favorite pastimes for a while was engaging my grandmother in useless, obnoxious debates over stuff that never really mattered. (Something I would recognize years later in sports talk radio banter.) I was smart and read a lot for someone my age, while my grandmother was forced to quit school before high school to work on the family farm. I usually had the facts on my side, but my grandmother only saw facts as inconveniences. (A precursor of modern-day political discourse — I guess we were both ahead of our time.)
Anyway, one of our ongoing debates was over eating vegetables. I would eventually wind up over 6 feet tall and 200 pounds as an adult, but as a kid I was so thin that if I turned sideways I would disappear. This was the ultimate insult to an old-fashioned Italian-American woman like my grandmother, but I was a really picky eater until I hit a growth spurt in adolescence and discovered the joy of food for the first time. As a kid, food was something to devour as quickly as possible so I could get back outside before dark.
Being picky, there weren't many things I would eat, but anything green, leafy and/or full of vitamins was most definitely not on the menu. We didn't have quite the knowledge of nutrition back then that we do now, but trying to get kids to eat vegetables was still very much a thing. My grandmother was fully committed to getting her obnoxious little charge to eat some stuff that was good for him. I, being a precocious young brat, would demand to know why I should be forced to eat things that didn't taste good. Not being armed with much actual data on vitamins, nutrition or the like, my grandmother just insisted that eating vegetables was a requirement for me to grow up into something more than a 90-pound weakling. Apparently disgusting foods like spinach, lettuce, green beans and cauliflower contained secret muscle-building powers to offset their nasty taste. If only someone let Robinson Cano in on this magical secret!
As I grew older and my tastes matured, I actually came to like eating many vegetables, although I remain a committed carnivore to this day. Back then, I only ate as many of those things as I was forced to eat. I was skeptical of any benefits from what little I did grudgingly choke down as I didn't see any immediate results in the mirror. Thus was revealed one of the overriding truths of much of the first few decades of my life: I was never very patient when it came to doing something I didn't want to do if the payoff wasn't fairly immediate. Going to school, saving money, long-term plans in general were not things I embraced. Things that I didn't enjoy which promised benefits in some far-off future time became synonymous with eating my vegetables — something to be avoided if at all possible.
This wasn't the ideal way to run a life, and eventually I realized that there actually were negative consequences of choosing to not eat life's vegetables. In my thirties it finally occurred to me that making better decisions earlier in life would have allowed me more and better choices in the here and now. Sometimes eating those damn vegetables did pay off.
So, being me, I chose to do a 180 in the opposite direction for a while with my life. Much like my grandmother back in the day, I took a somewhat magical view of the power of doing things that were supposed to be good for me. For a few years I forced myself to do the things that I felt I should do, while deferring to do the things that I really wanted to do. Shockingly enough, this didn't work for me very well, either. I wasn't very happy during this period, and wasn't much fun to be around. Eventually the part of me that always avoided eating vegetables rebelled, and I often found myself shifting back and forth between the two extremes.
After some more time passed, much, much later than it should have happened for me, I found the joy of striking a balance in my life. My decision making may not be perfect, but I can do a decent job of getting the things done that I don't love but know are important, and taking enough time to do what I love. I'll eat all of the vegetables that I need, but I'm still going to have some ice cream for dessert.
As I watch what has transpired over the last couple of days with the San Diego Padres trading for a pair of top of the rotation starters, I can't help but get excited at the prospects of the Mets making that kind of splash. Signing Trevor May and James McCann doesn't quite match up with pushing your chips in the center of the table and boldly going for it, as Padres GM A. J. Preller has just done.
Of course, Preller had years of developing a top farm system behind him. Not that he was great from the get-go on eating his vegetables. In his first offseason with the club, the winter of 2014 - 2015, he engaged in a series of trades, including significant pieces from his system, to build the Padres into an instant contender. He failed miserably at it, setting up manager Bud Black to be fired and the Padres for a series of fourth and fifth place finishes through the 2019 season. At the time Preller took over the team, they hadn't finished over .500 since 2010, and would not manage that feat until last year. That's a lot of vegetables that Padres fans were forced to eat.
It's a good part of the reason why the Padres were able to build such a strong farm system under Preller. As Eric Longenhagen points out on FanGraphs, it put the Padres in the unique position of being able to trade a boatload of talent without completely emptying the cupboard:
In roughly 24 hours, the San Diego Padres traded away a total of six players who, were they dropped into the amateur draft tomorrow, would come off the board somewhere in the top 50 picks. It’s the kind of talent few orgs have in their systems at all, never mind in such excess that they can ship it away without totally nuking the farm.
Not to take credit away from how successful the Padres have been in building their system, but it's important to realize that 9 years of sub-.500 records played a part in that end result. That was never an option in New York for Steve Cohen, so the task is degrees of magnitude more complicated for Sandy Alderson, Jared Porter, Zack Scott and the many other people this organization will depend upon to write a better story than the one that happened under the Wilpons. It will not at all be easy to build a powerful farm system while trying to compete for the playoffs on a yearly basis. It's not reasonable to expect that the Mets can accomplish that without exercising a considerable amount of restraint in the here and now. And, as I've said, restraint and patient waiting was never a particular strength of mine, as a person or as a fan.
What makes it all a bit easier to take is the lessons I've learned from being a Mets fan that paralleled the ones I learned in my own life. Take the 2005 season that I enjoyed writing about back in the spring. In many ways it was a delightful return to competitive baseball after miserable seasons in 2002, 2003 and 2004. It was the formation of the 2006 Mets that remain one of the few highlights of the last two decades. In other ways, however, that whole era serves as a cautionary tale for the consequences of avoiding eating your vegetables.
I remember when Omar Minaya was hired after the disastrous 2004 season. The Mets were pretty awful that season, then they capped it off by trading top prospect Scott Kazmir for Victor Zambrano. The farm system was quite barren, particularly after David Wright was promoted that summer. Most of us thought that Minaya, who had the reputation as a scouting guy, would concentrate on rebuilding the system and try to get the Mets in position to compete a few years down the road.
Instead, Minaya signed Pedro Martinez to a contract in December and Carlos Beltran, a great player still in his prime, in January. The Mets made it interesting in that 2005 season before fading badly in September. Then they traded for 1B Carlos Delgado and C Paul Lo Duca and signed closer Billy Wagner for the 2006 season, and the rest is history.
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