Showing posts with label Jose Canseco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jose Canseco. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Broken News: And Then There Were None (The Hall of Fame Edition)

Welcome to the latest edition of Broken News, where someone else breaks a news story, then we break it some more.  In today's special edition, we're going to look at the Hall of Fame vote, which surprisingly enough yielded no new Hall of Famers.

Seven ex-Mets were on the Hall of Fame ballot.  Roberto Hernandez (no votes), Mike Stanton (no votes), Jeff Conine (no votes), Aaron Sele (one vote - not a typo), Shawn Green (two votes) and Omar Minaya's bosom buddy, Julio Franco (six votes) did not generate enough support to remain on the ballot in 2014.  The seventh former Met who received votes should have received a lot more support than he did, as Mike Piazza was named on 329 ballots (57.8% of the 569 ballots cast), which was 98 votes short of the 427 needed for election into the Hall of Fame.  Clearly, those 240 members of the Baseball Writers Association of America (BBWAA) who chose not to scribble Piazza's name on their ballot either:

a) remembered Piazza's back acne story and proceeded to have wicked flashbacks to when they were pimply kids who were beat up regularly by the jocks in high school.
2) were afraid his Hall of Fame plaque would have him wearing a Marlins cap and wanted to spare the baseball-loving world of that potential atrocity, or
iii) saw the following picture of Piazza & Pals and naturally assumed that steroids can be passed from person to person through the air like the flu.

Oh, Mike.  Why did you allow yourself to be photographed with Jose Canseco and Jason Giambi?

Whatever their reason was to not include Piazza on their ballots, he has officially (and more than likely undeservedly) been lumped into the group of players that include Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens, Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa and Rafael Palmeiro.

Bonds and Clemens faced criminal charges because of their alleged links to steroid use.  McGwire didn't want to hop into his andro-fueled DeLorean to revisit the past.  Sammy Sosa left his English For Dummies book at home next to his cork collection.  And Rafael Palmeiro was caught with his finger in the steroid jar ... period.

Now Piazza, who is widely considered to be the best-hitting catcher of all-time, has been kept out of the Hall of Fame in his first year of eligibility.

Another former Mets catcher, Gary Carter, received 42.3% of the Hall of Fame votes in his first year of eligibility, dropped to 33.8% in his second year (being on the ballot with first-timers Nolan Ryan, George Brett and Robin Yount will tend to get you overlooked), then climbed steadily year after year before he was finally inducted in his sixth year of eligibility in 2003.

Carter was an 11-time All-Star, three-time Gold Glove winner and five-time Silver Slugger recipient.  He also hit only .262 over his 19-year career, failed to score 100 runs in any of those seasons and never hit more than 32 home runs or drove in more than 106 runs.  Piazza, meanwhile, was a 12-time All-Star and 10-time Silver Slugger recipient (no Gold Gloves - nobody's perfect).  Piazza hit .308 over his 16-year career, crossed the plate 100+ runs twice and reached or surpassed Carter's career-high in homers nine times while steamrolling past the Kid's career-high RBI total five times (and had another season in which he drove in 105 runs).

Gary Carter's numbers might have been dwarfed by Piazza, but Carter did have Piazza beat in one shiny category.

Suffice it to say, as good as Carter was, he would've been Piazza's backup had they been teammates.  But that wasn't good enough for Piazza to be inducted into the Hall of Fame in 2013.  And it may not be good enough for him to go in next year as well.

Whatever reason the writers had for keeping the best-hitting catcher of all-time out of Cooperstown this year won't be acceptable to me.  Mike Piazza deserved to enter the hallowed Hall that is reserved for the all-time greats of the sport in his first year of eligibility.

The BBWAA might have been afraid a few blemishes on Piazza's back.  But in my opinion, keeping him out of the Hall of Fame in 2013 was a far greater blemish.     


Sunday, May 6, 2012

Ballapeño's Bullpen: Mets Ride Dickey To Victory

¡Buenos dias, señoras y señores!  Please allow me to introduce myself.  My name is Ballapeño Sanchez.  It's not my full name, but I thought Ballapeño Pepe Sanchez Gomez del Chapulín Colorado would be far too long for my writing debut.  In case I look familiar to you, it's because I'm the mascot of the San Antonio Missions, the Double-A affiliate of los Padres de San Diego.  Either that or because you've seen me on Twitter in photographs such as this one, taken at Citi Field.

Anyway, I'd like to wish you all a happy belated Cinco de Mayo.  As you can see from the photo to the left, I was having a fiesta with some Mets-themed bebidas last night, but I didn't have too many.  After all, I had to write my thoughts on the Mets' recently-completed series against Arizona.

As you should already know, the Mets defeated the Arizona Diamondbacks today by the score of 3-1.  With the victoria, the Mets were able to take the series from the D-Backs and improved their record to 15-13.

The star of the game was R.A. Dickey, who when not teaching my colleague how to throw a knuckleball, also found the time to take the Diamondbacks' hitters to school.  Dickey became the first starting pitcher to take the mound in the ninth inning for the Mets this year, before needing help from Señor Tim Byrdak and Señor Frank Francisco.

All in all, it was a very good series for the Mets.  If not for a bullpen meltdown in Friday night's loss, the Mets could very well have swept the series from Arizona.  But beggars can't be choosers, you can't win 'em all, and all those other cliches peloteros tend to say during post-game interviews.

Now it's time for the good part of Ballapeño's Bullpen!  This is where I dispense my three nuggets on the Mets, otherwise known as my Peos of Wisdom.  For those of you who don't know what peos are, just go to your nearest Del Taco (or any other taqueria will do), order a dozen tacos or burritos, enjoy, and then your neighbor will be able to tell you exactly what a peo is.

If I have enough of these, I bet I can come up more than three Peos of Wisdom!



Peos of Wisdom #1: R.A. Dickey

What more can be said about R.A. Dickey other than he's el hombre on the Mets' pitching staff.  With apologies to Johan Santana, Dickey has been absolutely outstanding game in and game out, save for that rainy day in Atlanta back on April 18.  Since becoming a Met in 2010, Dickey has made 63 starts.  He's pitched at least six innings in 54 of them.

I'm not very good with math (I do know that 6 tacos + 6 burritos = 1 fiesta pack at Del Taco), but when a pitcher gives his bullpen as much rest as Dickey has over the past three seasons, in his case, 54 out of 63 times, that must be a good thing, right?  Speaking of the bullpen, that brings me to Peo Numero Dos.



Peos of Wisdom #2: Frank Francisco

It's no question that Frank Francisco is the doppelgang ... doppelga ... that Frank Francisco looks a lot like former Mets' closer Armando Benitez.  (Hey, I'm bilingual, but one of those languages isn't German, so get off my espalda already!)  But does he have to pitch like him as well?

On Saturday, Francisco got the save despite allowing the tying run to reach base and get into scoring position.  Today, he didn't allow anyone to reach base, but he caused a tense moment at Citi Field when he allowed Miguel Montero to fly out to the right field warning track to end the game.  One of these days, Francisco will have a relatively easy save.  Unfortunately, one of these days needs to happen one of these months.  My tacos give me enough indigestion.  I don't need Frank Francisco to make it worse.



Peos of Wisdom #3: Jason Bay

Last, but not least, I wanted to discuss Jason Bay.  No, he didn't have anything to do with this game (or the series with Arizona), but he did pop up in the news.  You see, Jason Bay's bruised ribs are still bruised, two weeks after the injury originally occurred.  The injury couldn't have come at a worse time for Bay, who was finally starting to get caliente (if you want to call a .290 batting average over his final nine games before the injury "caliente").  Even if Bay's boo boo had allowed for him to begin resuming baseball activities, he would still not be able to.  Why?

Jason Bay has the flu.

How does a guy in recovery get another sickness?  Was he watching the hockey game too close to the TV and caught a cold that way?  ¡Ay, Dios mío!  I'm telling you, Jason Bay is more fragile than a piñata at Jose Canseco's steroid parties.  Maybe one year, he will stay on the field long enough to get 500 at-bats in a season.  With any luck, it will happen for a team other than the Mets.



Well, that's it, fanáticos de los Mets.  I hope you enjoyed the first edition of Ballapeño's Bullpen.  If there is a positive response to my writing debut, I will write more of these for you.  Of course, you will get some ripe Peos of Wisdom as quickly as I can produce them.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe it is time for my siesta.  After a night of Cinco de Mayo festivities and a weekend full of Mets baseball, I think it's time I took a break, no?  Don't worry.  I'll wake up in time for tomorrow's series opener against los Filis de Filadelfia.  That's a promise, or my name isn't Ballapeño Pepe Sanchez Gomez del Chapulín Colorado.

¡Buenas noches a todos!

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