1. You ask 10 scouts before the season
started which NL-East team had the most depleted farm system and all 10 would
have told you the Marlins. Now, after the Carlos
Lee trade, there basically is no one left. John
Sickles had (in December) 3B Matt Dominguez 5th
with a B-, and LHP Rob Rasmussen at 6th
, also with a B-. More important, Sickles had no one as an A or even an A-. I
hope I’m not visiting my mother-in-law when this team blows.
2. My thoughts on Chris Young… the reason he might not be able to get
past the second time around the lineup is his lack of power fastball. Most
pitchers are able to mix this pitch into their repertoire from the beginning of
their outing and thus, keep the batters guessing that a 92+ pitch is eventually
coming. He can’t.
3. The relief pitching failed again. Has
anyone thought of making young the 2 inning, max two times around the lineup
guy and bringing up Matt Harvey?
4. July 4th was relatively
quiet around my home, though there were come used condums in the garbage can
this moning inside the clubhouse where I’m writing from this morning, . The
marine base of Parris Island opens up the place free of charge for people all
day through the fireworks and offers free food drinks, rides for the kids,
tours of the firing range, music, etc. They end with a major confined showing
of fireworks. A great idea all military bases should consider.
5. I don’t open up my email until I
catch up on my thoughts that I wrote down to add the night before. Hopefully,
one of my writers added something for today. One post every two hours, ending
at 12:01am the next day gets tough to do all alone.
6. We are working a plan right now. *am
EST is the Mets minor league report, followed at 10am the newly revised “I May
Be Wrong, But” feature. I then fill in results of minor league games until
around 1pm followed by what Stephen Guilbert writes (if) every day. The
draft/college stuff is usually after 8pm through 12:01am the next morning. What’s
left is what happens throughout the day.
7. I received a telephone call yesterday
from a reader on the way home from the Mets game. The call was marked ‘restricted’,
so I answered it, thinking it was my mother-in-law. It was someone with a New
York accent, yelling “hey Mack, we love your fucking site… I can’t stay long
but just wanted to let you know we love what you do’. They hung up as fast as
they came on. I don’t have a lot of knowledge about telephone fraud, so I
deleted it as soon as it came in. I love hearing from you guys (843 683 0376),
but don’t be afraid to leave your name or number. I won’t ever call it back,
but, in the future, I’m not going to connect to ‘restricted’ numbers (can those get into my site and fuck it
up?).
8. I hit a 20-year low of 185 pounds
this morning. I no longer go to open casket funerals because I don’t want to
remember people how they looked the day before they died. My good friends
Johnny Low and Fletcher Johnson were denied my presence for that reason. The
good news is someday I will die happy. The doctors have me on the equivalent of
two 20-minute sessions on an opium pipe and six joints a day. That makes for a
happy Mack.
9. I’m adding later today my wife’s
weekly column on food. She’s a syndicated writer for Morris Communications (bad money on a freelance basis) and I thought I’d help you all hone
your cooking skills as well as the knowledge of Mets baseball. Okay, let’s go
see what the sites/comments/emails look like.
10.
Okay… no emails, no contact from
any draft kids, no posts. 57 followers on Twitter, no comments… on to Thursday.
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