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Thoughts on the manager.

I listened to the interviews. I read the analysts. I spoke and heard the opinions of the fans. Then Sunday, I got the news alert on my cell phone: Terry Collins, 61, named 20th manager in Mets history.

I saw it, and moved on. That’s it.

Not to sound like a buzz kill, but I was muted in response for a reason. I often find myself reacting to every single bit of Met news like its personal. When its your favorite team, ideas like family, loyalty etc begin to over take any bit of reason. Which is why I’m happy these last few seasons happened.

Like a girl who gets walked all over by her man, one day I woke up and decided that I wasn’t going to take it anymore. Not that I don’t care anymore, no. But I won’t be suckered into anything anymore. I refuse to be reeled in.

So the Mets couldve hired a manager who hadn’t managed in over a decade, alienated almost every team he had coached, and was seen as too high strung for a high profile job like one in NYC. And the Mets couldve overlooked the overwhelming fan favorite in this managerial search, a member of the 1986 world champion Mets*, a fiery personality who certainly would have had people coming back to Citi Field considering the last few seasons and especially since new GM Sandy Alderson has said over and over again that they have no plans to dip into the top end of the free agent pool meaning no Cliff Lee or Carl Crawford.
*= the 86 Mets are remembered like no other team in the history of sports. They won the world series and had a cast of characters that, if you add the fact that they played in New York, makes them larger than life.

The Mets hired the former, taking their chances on the guy with major league experience while holding onto the fan favorite as an escape clause in case the Terry town experience doesn’t go as planned.

And what’s planned? Let me take a crack at it. Collins was given a 2 year contract. Wally Backman will likely be given a promotion in the minors and stashed away for a later date. In baseball terms, think of Terry Collins as the starter in the 8th inning, with runners on 2nd and 3rd protecting a lead. The manager has made his trip to the mound and given him a chance to get out of the inning. Backman is the closer. He will come in at some point and end this game.*
*= here’s your analogy key
Game= win a championship
Manager= Sandy Alderson

But its clear the Mets front office brought in Collins to clean the operation up and sets up Backman very well. Collins major selling point was teaching and his major role over the next two years is to motivate the Mets and create a new clubhouse culture that is more conducive to winning. And you need a Type A personality to fight those battles with players who may be used to getting their way too often.

Backman will enter his first managerial position with a team full of young homegrown players, taught to play the game the right way and his job will be to manage, which he’s shown he’s pretty good at already.

But that’s just an opinion of a clear headed Met fan who now can see the light. I’m removed from the B.S. of it all which sapped my energy.

Aldersons job is to get a fan like me back into the fold. The Mets have one of the most passionate fan bases. We aren’t devoid of bandwagoners, because if we’ve learned anything, its that America loves teams with tortured histories (They gravitate to them like leeches for God knows what reason) but we aren’t as bad as some.

Butt I like being here. I’m not at happy hours watching the Mets lose on a summer night. I’m not checking scores on my phone during dinner. I’m not on Metsblog.com everyday hitting refresh just to see if the Mets are trading for/linked to a free agent.*
*= I’m going to act like I never wrote this paragraph in about 6 months, I know it.

I’m not even negative nancy waiting for the Mets to screw up. I’m just here, void of feelings, still in love but a lot more cool about it.

Maybe I’m just writing to convince myself. Maybe its easier for me to tell myself this to save myself the misery. Maybe I had to write it down in order for it to stick. Who knows?

What I do know is this: the Mets are operating under a new vision. It may not be what we want, but I suppose having a plan is a good thing. A plan that accounts for the organization. A plan that looks to the long term. All I can do is believe that that’s what’s happening. If it doesn’t happen, just know I won’t be crying in my room. I will be living my life. Life goes on.

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Ken Griffey: Hall of Fame Player and Person.

It figures that Ken Griffey Jr, the best pure* slugger of our time, would end his career as a controversial subject was sweeping Major League Baseball.

*= We really don’t need to get into the asterisk.

After 22 seasons, Ken Griffey Jr called it quits and everyone was too busy looking somewhere else and its a shame. When he came up he was THE phenom. Nineteen years old, getting asked questions by reporters, hat turned backwards and smacking homeruns like it was a video game. That is quintessential Junior.

No one in baseball was cooler. No one since Willie Mays was more athletic. No one had his talent oozing from his pores. He was going to dominate baseball for a long time.

But something funny happened. His career took a tragic turn. He aged like you and me. Heroes aren’t supposed to decline at the “prime” of their career. Heroes aren’t supposed to be injured the way Grifffey was. His signing with the Reds was supposed to be the homecoming of all homecomings. His father after all played for the Big Red Machine and Griffey grew up in the Cincinatti area where he played baseball and football.

But it didn’t happen like that. Griffey’s knees began to hurt, his back began to ache, his legs gave way and his career did the same. From 2002-2004, Griffey missed 260 of a possible 486 games. He missed significant time during his tenure as a Cincinatti Red, something that diminished his reputation.

But it shouldn’t have. For all his injuries, for all the decline there is something heroic and just in the decisions that he DIDNT make. For instance, while its impossible to absolutely know for sure whether he did or did not do steroids, given his injury history, he either took the worst kind of steroids out there or he didn’t take them.

While his peers were dabbling in steroids, Griffey got by with natural talent and allowed nature to take its course. He wasn’t going to allow himself to cheat and disgrace the game his father had taught him. He wasn’t going to go back on his responsibility as an ambassador to the game and a role model to kids everywhere, like me.

I was a young 9 year old the first time I ever saw Griffey on tv. The good thing about TV for a sports beginner is that the camera always fixates on one player and thus the viewer is able to immediately recognize the star. Naturally it was fixated on Griffey and eventually covers of magazines, Wheaties boxes and Nike shoe-lines only confirmed what I learned that day.

More so, I remember 1995 during the ALDS, I was a New York fan back then*, and my favorite baseball player was Don Mattingly so naturally I was rooting for the Yankees. As you know the Mariners rallied back to tie the series after being down 2-0 and they won the fifth game in 11 innings when Griffey scored on a double by Edgar Martinez, all the way from 1st. It was one of those iconic moments that you will always remember because it was the final game as a Yankee for Mattingly and it shouldve marked the beginning of a Mariner dynasty, but it never came to be despite fielding a team with Jay Buhner, Edgar Martinez, Randy Johnson and a young Alex Rodriguez over the next few years.

*= how far I’ve come as a human being don’t you think?

Let’s not forget how important that ALDS was to the overall reputation of Major League baseball which was recovering from the strike in 1994.
A team that was constantly on the list of teams for contraction, Griffey saved Seattle from the fate its basketball team suffered. Griffey and the Mariners overall emergence made Seattle-ites (yeah I know), ok a measure to raise funding to build Safeco Field which is widely known in the greater Seattle region as the “House that Griffey Built.”

In the end when his career didn’t go the way he liked in Cincinatti, a place he got traded to so he could be closer to home and raise his kids (who could argue with that logic), Griffey came back to the franchise that made him famous. Last year during their final game after finishing with an improbable 85-77 record, they took laps around the stadium and even hoisted Junior on their shoulders in tribute. Griffey always had the reputation of being a wonderful clubhouse presence and many Mariners vouched for him in that respect.

He had gracefully aged with the game. He never sought steroids to make him be the best he couldve been. Perhaps in a moment of absolute honest he will look back at his career and think, what if I never had terrible luck with injuries? What if I were healthy?

He leaves the game with 630 homeruns but not the home run title like many had assumed he would. But, he leaves with so much more than that. He leaves the game with his head held high and honor intact. His career headstone and hall of fame plaque should read: Here lies Ken Griffey Junior, the real Ken Griffey. Never a cheater, gave his all to the game and all the fans who ever cared for its sanctity. Though nature robbed him of his peak years it never robbed him of his integrity.

Thank you Junior.

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