July 2007

Nutty Keith Clipfest–including bonus *foot*age from last night :)

Long game + blow out score = Loopy Keith


"With all the pitching changes, my scorecard gets very pretty."

Man, SNY’s Keith Hernandez was getting bored, antsy, and just plain nutty last night as the Rockies blew away our Metsies. I’ve got some priceless videos of Keith’s heaving sighs, but until they’re up and live, here’s some loopy Keith dialogue to get you through the day.

Gary Cohen got it right, by the way, Keith. If you only knew!:
Keith: For all you, maybe half a dozen people who are at home watching, that are interested in this.
Gary: I think you underestimate the size of our audience, that continues to hang on your every word.

On the Fourth of July, and Keith’s wussy dog, Duncan. (Score = 15-5, Rockies):

Keith (out of nowhere): I’m worried about my dog tonight. It’s firecracker night, and he doesn’t like firecrackers.
Gary: You have your dog in the ballpark?
K: No, we got people over the house. Friends that are staying at the house. And Duncan just does not like Fourth of July.
G: Oh, you mean back at home!
K: Yes, so I called Dom, who’s watching Dunky and staying over, and I said, now you just be very gentle with Dunky. He gets very skittish on Fourth of July. I wish I could be there to comfort him, but you know, I gotta work.
G: Just a working dad. (Two and two to Tulowitzki) Well, one of my dogs, Riley, hides when there are thunderstorms. I can imagine how’d she’d do with fireworks.
K: Yes, well Dunky’s 95 pounds and all male, too. And he’s a wuss when it comes to thunder and firecrackers.
G: You should be there to comfort him. (And Tulowitzki takes ball three.)
K: We don’t let him sleep on the bed. You can imagine a 95 pound dog on the bed. That’s not happening. We didn’t let that when he was a puppy. But that’s the one night of the year that Duncan gets—he usually sleeps at the foot of the bed, on the rug. He gets on my side, up as close to my face as possible.
G: I think it’s so sweet that you call him Dunky.
K: He is Dunky.

On Keith’s vision impairment. (Score = 17 to 6, Rockies):
K: Where’s the batting averages on the scoreboard? Am I missin’ something? I see at bats, runs, hits, home runs, RBIs, where’s the average?
G: At the top.
K: Oh. Am I a blind bat?
G: Right there.
K: I’m as blind as a bat.

On a lengthy Lo Duca at bat in the 9th:

G: I mean, this is very unusual, for this point in this kind of a game, to have this kind of at bat.
K: Like Bruce Willis here.
G and K in unison: Die Hard.
G: What’s the new one? Die Hard and…
K: And like it, or whatever.
G: And go down laughing?

Go down laughing, indeed, gentlemen.

I’ll work on a mini Hernandez clip fest, but in the meantime, here’s Tootsie Keith’s beautiful wife Kai, his youngest daughter Mary, and his granddaughter (by eldest daughter Jessie, whose back we can see) Maggie. Lucky guy!


Like me, last night, watching the game.

CuteoverloadPic from (where else) cuteoverload.com.

If you watched the final few innings of last night’s slaughter at the hands of the Rockies, then you heard Keith Hernandez go just about loopy.

If you missed it? Tune in later for the transcript. Would you expect anything less from me?



Aaron Sele–Use the guy.

SeleSo…What’s up with Aaron Sele? Why was last night’s ugly loss his first time on the mound in two weeks?

About a month ago, Mets Grrl, Coop and I gathered at ESPN Zone to watch the Mets lose to Detroit. Perez was far off his game. The bullpen took over–I think it was Mota–and pretty much ******. I said to Coop, "Willie should have put in Sele." Because Sele’s our middle-relief guy. The go-to arm when the starter’s having a rough night. Why else do we have him in our bullpen?

So last night, why did Joe Smith get the nod? Vargas just plain ******. Joe Smith (whom I love) rocks, but not so much with men on base. So why not go to Sele right away?

And here’s another question for you. We’re pretty much out of starters, aren’t we? Humber could come up, but personally, I’m not eager to see another uncooked arm rushed up from the minors. Let him grow.

So why not Sele? Willie’s not using him much in the bullpen. He can go multiple innings. He’s been a starter in the past. Why not give him a shot?

Okay, fine. So during the whole Mets head-shaving frenzy, Sele didn’t lose his locks right away. But hey, he played along eventually.

To recap: Willie, either use Sele in middle relief or let him start. In this pitching day and age, why waste an arm?



Baseball with the folks


I did not grow up in a baseball family. These days, however, if I’m at my folks’ house in Brooklyn and there’s a game on, they’re happy to watch. They’ve even taken to watching games on their own sometimes. So, my parents are learning. In the meantime, though, watching baseball with them can lead to an amusing moment or two.

Yesterday, Mom, Dad, and I were watching Mets/Phils. After Shane Victorino’s annoying home run, Mom asked:

"His name is Victor Reno?"

"Yeah, Victorino."

"Like Janet Reno’s brother?"

"Yes, Mom. Just like that."

Not too long afterwards, I saw who was stepping to the plate for what would be the final Mets at bat of the game.

I groaned. "Franco."

My dad replied: "Is he a pitcher?"

Okay, so not as fun as uproarious dugout dancing and antics, but I’ll take watching the game at my childhood home in Brooklyn with Mom and Dad to soften a pesky loss.

Love you, Mom and Dad!