The fact that it’s Memorial Day added to the fact that my Internet has been a total dog today will mean that I’m going to make this a quick one, so let’s get to it.
Jose Reyes is the spark plug. He’s the firecracker. He’s the fuel. He’s an unlimited amount of clichéd adjectives used to make a simple point: as Reyes goes, so do the Mets. The most important thing you need to know about him is that in the last week, Reyes is hitting an even .500, with a homer, 3 doubles, a triple, and 7 RBI. It’s clear that when he first came back, he didn’t have his legs under him right away. Now that he does, here’s hoping we don’t have to hear any more awful trade talk concerning him for awhile. Jose Reyes is my Man Crush of the Week.
The Mets have what I’m calling “dead roster spots.” 2 of them, to be exact. Oliver Perez is terrible, selfish, and flat-out stupid for thinking that he’s doing himself any good for sitting in the bullpen yawning away day after day, instead of getting himself right. I never, ever want to see him play for the Mets again, and I could only hope that brass realizes he’s a sunk cost already. Gary Matthews Jr. adds absolutely nothing to the team, and maybe the Mets should realize the Angels were so willing to depart with him for a reason. He’s hitting .179 on the year. .179! This must be some kind of joke, except it’s not. It’s a cruel, cruel punishment that we have to watch him strike out with the bases loaded and 2 outs. It’s a cruel punishment that we have to hear that Jesus Feliciano is tearing it up in AAA, yet is not with the big club because of some kind of ridiculous love affair with Matthews Jr. He and Oliver Perez need to go, so that those 2 spots can be filled with, you know. baseball players. Dead Roster Spots are my Dog House Resident of the Week.
