Well, well, well, well, well…I’ve been away for a while. I miss anything?
I kid…I kid…
Let’s see, where to begin. How about the beginning of September?
First things first: my mother-in-law. She came out of rehab and with just a couple of minor adjustments, she’s walking around normally — if cane-aided. Really fantastic progress. Hip number 2 gets done tomorrow and we can only hope it goes as well as the first one.
Our week at the Shore was marked by sunshine, brilliant blue skies and waaaaaaaaay too many black flies on the beach. We did get to have a couple of phenomenal meals and at least it didn’t rain…
We kissed summer goodbye on the 11th with our neighborhood’s annual block party. Fun, beer, music, great friends & neighbors — a true summer song. I look forward to it every year…
A new tradition was started in our house as well. Sarah & I hosted what I modestly called the 1st Annual Woodstone Road Guitar Summit. I had all kinds of friends come with the intention to jam, and jam hard. We played for about 5 hours. That was a most wonderful day.
Met-wise, September played itself out as you would expect. Some wins, more losses and come October 3, a second straight sub-.500 finish. This time, Jeffy Wilpon told us things were “unacceptable.” Soundas familiar, right? Only this time, he backed it by cashiering Genius Jerry and Omar Deadmanwalking simultaneously the day after the season ended. Call it the “Noontime Massacre.”
With the JerrOmar creature slain once and for all, the search began immediately for replacements. From the gitgo, “everyone” (by which I mean radio talking heads and MSM wonks) said the way to go would be to hire Sandy Alderson — the architect of the great Oakland teams of the late-’80’s, the chief steward of the San Diego success cycle in the middle of this decade and currently at work in the MLB office weeding out the shysters, grifters and grafters attached to so many prospects from the Dominican — as GM.
If only for appearances’ sake, Jeffy announced a field of 32 candidates, which was miraculously whittled down to 6 within a week. Surprisingly, of the 6, there was only 2 truly cringe-worthy contenders. Logan White, Rick Hahn, Josh Byrnes, Allard Baird, Dana Brown and Alderson all sat down with Jeffy & interim/GM-in-waiting John Ricco to present their vision for the future of the Mets. It was obvious from the beginning that Brown was only included to fulfill the execrable MLB minority-quota deal. Ever the optomist, I was envisioning Baird getting the nod, seeing as he’d be cheap and malleable: another Jeffy plaything. Baird was the idiot-boy who, when handling the tiller of the KC Royals, steered them right onto a reef. Of course he would be the Wilponian choice.
But once again, I allowed myself to be surprised: the field went from 6 to 2 in the blink of an eye. This past Friday it was announced that Byrnes and Alderson were the 2 finalists. Byrnes had his return interview yesterday, Alderson’s was today.
Call me an “Alderson Guy.”
He’s got a track record. He’s got respect. He’s got brains. He says the right things about how he wants to go about rebuilding a ballclub. He’l emphasize the farm system and the scouting department, while — if he’s not exactly the father of sabermetrics in MLB front offices, he’s at least an uncle — bringing a statistical bent to the hallways. He’s a Dartmouth Law graduate and an ex-Marine who saw time in Viet Nam: in other words, he knows what he’s talking about and won’t hesitate to tell Jeffy where to go if he has to.
He’s also got an interesting phenomenon in his favor. In New York, there’s a recent history of executives who have had success in other cities, who are now working for the league office (whatever league that might be), taking over the reins of a struggling outfit.
George Young with the Giants in 1979
Frank Cashen with the Mets in 1980
Mike Keenan with the Rangers in 1994
Donnie Walsh with the Knicks in 2007
Alderson would bring it full circle.
It’s an exciting time.
The Son Of Alder shall be heard, his voice bringing the tumult!