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Top 10 Left Field Choices

From hauling in the last out to partaking of the first slice, he’s still Cleon Jones.

10. Jason Bay. Ohmigod, wasn’t that awful? Naked Gun awful. I’m surprised the poor bastard’s head didn’t roll into foul territory. What’s left to say?

9. Scott Hairston. The Man for a night, albeit a lousy night on the field. But Scott’s a gamer coming off that bench where few Mets sit for long. Give ’em hell, Hairy!

8. Mike Baxter. Every conversation since June 1 is better because I can use the phrase “since the no-hitter” or words to that effect. Two weeks and I haven’t fully come down. Why should I? That’s all Baxter’s doing (well, his and Johan’s). Hoping the getting better is proceeding. And I hope I never receive another offer for a reprinted $50 ticket for a game for which I turned down a real one of lesser face value.

7. Dave Kingman. A visitor to four positions as a Met, a fixture at none, but when I envision Dave Kingman The First Time, I definitely see him as a left fielder. That tenure ended 35 years ago yesterday, June 15, 1977, which is hardly ever remembered as The Day Dave Kingman Was Traded.

6. Steve Henderson. Nor is June 15, 1977 remembered as The Day Steve Henderson Was Traded For. Nor should it be. But, oh, that home run 32 years and two days ago…

5. Cliff Floyd. I thought of Cliff as Rob Emproto and I discussed David Wright’s Met future in one of the nine innings in which the Mets looked hopeless Friday night. I wondered if the Mets’ bush-league appeal of the one hit in R.A. Dickey’s one-hitter might be remembered by David at contract time the way the mob remembered Tommy’s unauthorized whacking of Billy Batts in GoodFellas, though I agreed that ultimately money talks and nobody walks. Anyway, this got me thinking about how David has spent so many postgame media scrums as the sole go-to guy and how he’s often been left to explain away Met misfortunes and I remembered what a nice relationship Cliff and David seemed to have in David’s early days, and I began to miss ol’ Cliff.

4. REO Speedwagon. Pretty left field choice for a postgame concert in Flushing, Queens, New York in 2012, no? But they rocked…THEY ROCKED! per Beavis. I was glad to see and hear them as was Rob, who’s an ace classic rock guy in addition to being a baseball wise man. I get the group that gave us You Can Tune A Piano, But You Can’t Tuna Fish is not everybody’s cup of early ’80s tea, but what I didn’t get pre-Friday was how their impending Citi Field presence inspired so much snark of the “who can even name an REO Speedwagon song?” variety. Well, there was “Keep On Lovin’ You,” which was played every six minutes during my three final high school months. And there was “Keep The Fire Burnin’” which was on my car radio frequently as I drove back to Florida for my sophomore year of college. And there was “Roll With The Changes,” which received a recurrent life on multiple FM formats once Hi Infidelity hit. And there was überballad “Can’t Fight This Feeling,” which spent three weeks at No. 1 as winter 1985 became spring 1985. Turn your nose up at the Wagon if you must, but never be proud of not knowing something.

3. Endy Chavez. (No exposition necessary.)

2. Bernard Gilkey. His 1996 star turn as Mets RBI machine is vaguely recalled, but everybody remembers his 1997 Men In Black cameo.

1. Cleon Jones. Holy fudge, I stood right next to Cleon Jones as Cleon Jones took a bite of a slice of pizza named for Cleon Jones and when Cleon Jones wasn’t enjoying his Cleon Jones pizza, Cleon Jones was answering questions about 1969 being posed to him by a small cadre of shall we say senior bloggers (within a somewhat larger cadre of bloggers of all ages) that included me, and again I was reminded of how helpful it is to shed one’s cynicism and allow oneself to be impressed should the impulse present itself.

Brother, was I impressed to be standing inches from Cleon Jones.

See, he’s Cleon Jones, who hit .340 for the World Champion Mets and caught the ball that ensured they’d forever be referred to as such. I’m me, some little kid watching on a tiny Sony as it unfolded, except now I’m older, apparently. Yet on a Friday night in the same general vicinity where that catch was made a mere 42 years and eight months ago, we came into a proximity measured in inches and bridged by baseball. Cleon talked about Gil Hodges, Donn Clendenon, challenging for a batting title, being hit by Dave McNally, dealing with a midseason injury on a slick Shea surface and Gil Hodges some more, of whom he seems particularly fond still.

As it happened this Blogger Night, my little pastime here brought me into contact with Jerry Koosman and Edgardo Alfonzo (along with Cleon they helped City Harvest do a good deed, repacking sweet potatoes for NYC food pantries on Mets Plaza); Kooz again, this time with R.A. Dickey (meeting as scoreless inning maestros); top draft picks Gavin Cecchini and Kevin Plawecki (your Mets of tomorrow, tasting a bit of their future yesterday); and Randy from The Apple and Joe from Mets Merized Online (two of the many nice folks within the blogger cadre brought together by Mets media relations). Plus I was hooking up with Rob a little later for the actual game plus concert.

Yet chatting with Cleon Jones in front of the Two Boots in center field — reasonably interrupted now and then by a double-take, a gawk and an “excuse me, but you’re my favorite player…” autograph request — six days after I saw a fictional Cleon Jones make the last catch of the 1969 World Series in Men In Black 3…good lord, Cleon Jones! Cleon Jones! It’s not that Cleon Jones was my favorite player growing up. It’s that Cleon Jones was Cleon Jones and, better yet, still is.

So he wins.

15 comments to Top 10 Left Field Choices

  • Much as we love Howie and Josh, the only thing missing from Jason’s injury was a Gerry Coleman call on the radio.

  • Kevin From Flushing

    Wow, great story! And so happy it happened by a Two Boots and not Cascarinos.

    And face value on that ticket is $25, btw. It’s yours for free, if you want it.

  • Dave

    At what point does Bay go from “he plays hard” to “he’s a clutz who doesn’t watch where he’s going?”

  • Stefanie B

    OMG I love Cleon Jones. Named my cat after him. Great man (great cat too).

    I have to agree with Dave here. Not to be mean, but isnt one of the things you are supposed to do as an outfielder is assess whether you are going to catch the ball and, if not, play it off the wall so you don’t turn a double into an inside the park home run?

  • Jacobs27

    This is just an impression, but have we ever won a game in which Hairston hits a home run? I feel like his clutchness is the kiss of death.

  • Kevin From Flushing

    Mets are 3-6 when Hairston homers. Not “kiss of death” but you’re onto something.

  • Joe D.

    Hi Greg,

    Indirectly related to the discussion of left field – perhaps the worst of all are the ones at Citi Field who last night booed Jason Bay as he was being helped off the field.

    Absolutely no excuse for such insensitive behavior and I’m glad Jon Rauch tweated such today. Unfortunately, this shameless act is a bad reflection upon all of us.

  • Ken K. in NJ

    My take on Bay is that he’s over-extending himself in the field to compensate for his poor results at the plate. I don’t recall him crashing into walls or diving ribs first into the turf while he was with Pittsburg or Boston.

  • Norm in SC

    When I think of LF I invariably think of the Kevins—McReynolds and Mitchell, after Cleon, that is.

    Get well, Jason

  • Howard from Mezz sec 12

    Nice piece! Always loved Cleon myself (freshman in college in 73…) and stopped rooting for the Mets for like 5 yrs after the M Dufus Grant humiliation of #21…

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  • Stefanie B

    Hey Howard – I was Mezz section 12 too!!! I agree about the booing. Not only do you not boo someone who is injured but never boo a Met. period.

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