Heyman : Mets Re-Introducing Candidate To Breathe Down Omar’s Neck

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NY Baseball Digest’s Mike Silva has it on good (albeit anonymous) authority Mets GM Omar Minaya is a lousy listener. This winter, Minaya might want to feign fascination with what others in the organization have to say, if not learn to work by committee, as SI.com’s Jon Heyman reports former Amazins executive Sandy Johnson is returning to the club as a VP of scouting. Quoting a “mid-level” mole, Heyman warns the addition of Johnson, “sets the stage” for MInaya’s firing, 3 years and 3.5 million remaining on his contract or not.

Mets COO Jeff Wilpon is said to have thought it imperative that Johnson, who had a big hand in building winning teams in Texas and Arizona, return to boost the front office. Johnson had previously expressed to the Mets that he was likely to retire. Johnson was said by one club official to have been given basically “a blank check” to return, signaling the Mets’ desperation to keep him. The vast majority of Mets scouts had their contracts renewed within the past few days with no raise, said to be the result of a bad economy and the team’s poor performance.

The Mets also are looking for another senior baseball executive to join Johnson and assistant GM John Ricco and form a strong triumvirate under Minaya, who is said to by people in the organization to be on thin ice after the Mets’ disappointing season. Some Mets people believe that Minaya and manager Jerry Manuel won’t survive a poor start in 2010, and that the presence of Johnson and Ricco gives the Mets an alternative should Minaya be fired

Chuck Biscuits, RIP Among The Undead

Posted in Rock Und Roll at 12:11 pm by

(photo by Ed Arnaud, used sans permission)

JGTWO reported the passing of drumming virtuoso Chuck Biscuits last week, following a long battle with throat cancer.  Though Biscuits punched the clock with latter period stints in Social Distortion, Danzig and the Circle Jerks, his tenure with DOA and cup of coffee with Black Flag are what earned him his iconic status. Chuck was 44.

Chuck was easily one of my favorite drummers of all time and anyone who saw him play —- even with lesser lights — felt pretty much the same way.  Ever heard the claim made that you’d go to see a band purely to watch the drummer?  I did that a couple of time, simply because of Chuck. He was one of the rare drummers who elevated a merely good band to great, and on some occasions, took someone pretty mediocre and at least made them interesting.   Our thoughts are with his family, friends and colleagues.

(ED. NOTE : There’s a fair bit of contention surrounding the James Greene post and several persons are insisting Chuck Biscuits is very much alive. If that’s the case…in the words of Emily Litella, NEVER MIND).


Empire State Of Lying : Calcaterra Calls B.S. On MLB’s Jay-Z Coverup

Posted in Baseball, Hip Hop at 9:11 pm by

If you’re like me, upon hearing Jay-Z and Alicia Keys’ scheduled performance of “Empire State of Mind” prior to Game One of the World Series was being delayed to Game Two due to poor weather, your first thought  was “big deal, Mushnick won’t be calling Hova a drug dealer until Friday”. The eagle-eyed Craig Calcaterra of Circling The Bases is a tad more observant than you or me, however. pointing out what several thousand Ohioans already knew —- Jay-Z was booked to perform at Columbus’ Schottenstein Center tonight.

My guess:  someone here in Columbus told Jay-Z’s people that they’d sue him for breach of contract if he didn’t show up for tonight’s show and he begged Major League Baseball to let him move his Alicia Keys thing to Game 2.  Whether it was Jay-Z or baseball who, in the first instance, thought that the good people of Columbus would stand idly by while he dissed us for New York is unclear, but as always, the wholesome Midwest triumphs over the forces of east coast decadance and evil.

Kenny Smith On The Knicks’ 2010 Free Agency Hopes : Keep Dreaming

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œWe™re not even close to being a throwaway, Coach Mike D™Antoni tells the New York Times’ Howard Beck, refuting widespread speculation the entire 2009-2010 season (tipping off tonight in Miami)  has already been flushed down the toilet while Donnie Walsh clears cap room to pursue LeBron, D-Wade or Chris Bosh next summer. œWe™re ready to try to make the playoffs and have a great season. And hopefully, the fans will enjoy what we™re doing. And if you believe that, Mike’s got a Newsday online subscription one of his colleagues would like to sell you.  From Beck’s Wednesday article :

Because of the N.B.A.™s salary-cap rules, the Knicks cannot outspend any other team to land a superstar. In fact, James and Wade can make millions more by staying put. D™Antoni is tremendously popular among N.B.A. stars, but his charm and his wide-open offense will get the Knicks only so far on the recruiting trail. Ditto for the mystique of Madison Square Garden and the lure of Madison Avenue.

At some point, the Knicks presumably have to show some progress and some promise, and the ability to help a superstar realize his championship ambitions.

œThat™s the logic, said the TNT commentator Kenny Smith, assessing the free-agent decisions of James and Wade. œBecause the criticism of your move is: Did you go to win? And if you™re going and you can™t win, then why did you move?

He concluded, œYou 100 percent have to go somewhere and win, and have a chance to win.”

Can the Knicks make a compelling enough case? Will they be more attractive to Wade or James or Chris Bosh than the other half-dozen teams that are projected to have substantial cap room?

Smith, who was part of two championship teams in Houston, is not convinced. He considered the Knicks™ roster and their coach, their arena and their city, and concluded simply, œThat list isn™t enough.”

The McCourt Divorce : No Need To Take Up A Collection For Frank Or Jamie

Posted in Baseball, History's Not Happening at 1:17 pm by

Shortly after we’ve learned Fred and Jeff WIlpon actually profited from the Bernie Madoff Ponzi Scheme, details from Jamie McCourt’s divorce proceedings againsts Dodgers co-owner Frank reveal an alleged net worth of some $1.2 billion. No more jokes, presumably from T.J. Simers, wondering if his standard of living would drop were he to switch jobs with Frank for a week. Amidst claims from Jamie’s lawyers that Frank, “will continue to enjoy the marital life of luxury, reside in the fabulous homes, enjoy the lush gardens, the pools, the spas, and all the other amenities of the family properties. He will continue to travel in luxury on private jets and stay in the grandest hotels,” Dodger Thoughts’ Jon Wiseman insists “the McCourt’s have torched themselves in the Los Angeles community.”

From player payroll to Dodger Stadium ticket and amenities pricing, the explicit acknowledgment of where so much of their money goes, their unrepentant selfishness and greed, is going to bring exponentially more skepticism to any future Dodgers-related decision they make.

I’m not trying to say it’s shocking that the Dodgers owners are greedy “ or that they are unique in their greed. I’m just saying that they’re no longer going to be able to cover their greed with a pretty picture, and that does make a difference.

Some fear the divorce proceeding will hamper the Dodgers’ offseason plans, and for good reason. On the other hand, isn’t this the time when you buy the kids a nice pony to take their mind off the ugliness?

The Fightins To Phair Weather / Phaux Phillies Phans : Phuck You

Posted in Baseball, Blogged Down at 4:37 am by

(three unidentified gentlemen who who don’t need or want your patronage, Mets fans)

As mentioned previously, at least one prominent Mets blogger is on record as advocating his comrades in arms take up the cause of the Philadelphia Phillies in the ’09 World Series rather than root for the Yankees. Chamomiles Davis of The Fightins has taken such sentiments into consideration and replies, “take that support and cram it far, far up into your ass. We don™t want you rooting for our team. Fuck off. Really.”

In 2000, the Mets and Yankess met in the latest incarnation of what pundits call œThe Subway Series. The Yankees won that series, and I was happy. Do you know why, Mets fans? Because I rooted for them. And do you know why I did that?

BECAUSE I HATE THE FUCKING METS. ALWAYS AND FOREVER. I WILL NEVER, EVER, EVER ROOT FOR THE METS TO WIN ANYTHING AS LONG AS I LIVE. I don™t care if they™re playing Satan for control of the Earth. Goooooo SATAN! In short, screw the New York Mets with a rusting rocket ship. So why the hell would you root for our team?

Y’know, when he puts it that way, I can’t remember why. A pox on both houses, then, the Nu Stadium and CBP. May both venues and all who inhabit them (CSTB contributors aside) be reduced to vapor when an MLB-sanctioned stunt to promote the upcoming “2012” goes horribly wrong.


Agassi : Meth Turned Me Into Felix Unger

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I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to watch “Advantage Agassi” the same way ever again. The Times published excerpts earlier today from Andre Agassi’s soon-to-be-published autobiography, Open, including detailed revelations about the 1992 Wimbledon champion’s experiences with crystal meth.

In his book, Agassi recounts sitting at home with his assistant, referred to only as Slim, and being introduced to the drug. œSlim is stressed too … He says, You want to get high with me? On what? Gack. What the hell™s gack? Crystal meth. Why do they call it gack? Because that™s the sound you make when you™re high … Make you feel like Superman, dude.

œAs if they™re coming out of someone else™s mouth, I hear these words: You know what? F*** it. Yeah. Let™s get high.

œSlim dumps a small pile of powder on the coffee table. He cuts it, snorts it. He cuts it again. I snort some. I ease back on the couch and consider the Rubicon I™ve just crossed.

œThere is a moment of regret, followed by vast sadness. Then comes a tidal wave of euphoria that sweeps away every negative thought in my head. I™ve never felt so alive, so hopeful ” and I™ve never felt such energy.

œI™m seized by a desperate desire to clean. I go tearing around my house, cleaning it from top to bottom. I dust the furniture. I scour the tub. I make the beds.