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G(r)eek Chorus, Part V

I couldn’t help noticing that both Hubie Brooks and Todd Zeile belong the category of Reacquired Mets, which is always an interesting one.

By my count (which is almost certainly wrong) there are 23 members of

this club, and a look at their mostly-not-august ranks shows how rarely

this works. What you’re hoping for is a Nice Comeback: Lee Mazzilli, Tom Seaver and Rusty Staub, though Seaver’s return got botched and Al Jackson was a story that should’ve been nice but didn’t wind up mattering much. Against that you have to set Bad Idea Comebacks: Bobby Bonilla, Jeromy Burnitz, Roger Cedeno and Tsuyoshi Shinjo. Then there are Shrug Your Shoulders Comebacks (Mike Jorgensen, Dave Kingman, Bill Pulsipher), Aggressively Pointless Comebacks (Lenny Harris, Kevin McReynolds, and I guess Mr. Jackson), Second Comings of Inconsequential Players (Bill Almon, Mike Birkbeck, Jeff McKnight, Pete Walker), Weird Comebacks (Tim Foli, Bob L. Miller, Alex Trevino) and the one Truly Weird Comeback (Greg McMichael‘s reacquisition in the same season he was sent away). To this we can add Comebacks That Almost Were (Jesse Orosco, Seaver III before the mighty Barry Lyons stepped into the cage, others I’m no doubt forgetting) and Future Comebacks (Pat Mahomes is lurking somewhere, and I’d be shocked if some combination of Edgardo Alfonzo, Octavio Dotel, Alex Escobar, Mike Kinkade, Terrence Long, Melvin Mora, Jay Payton, John Thomson, Ty Wigginton and Vance Wilson

doesn’t return one day.) Todd Zeile’s return falls somewhere between

Nice and Aggressively Pointless; Hubie’s, alas, probably goes under Bad


Frank Viola, in retrospect, was

an early warning sign that we were about to embark on nearly a decade’s

worth of screwing things up. Like a rocket, the franchise managed to

keep going roughly sideways until the All-Star break at ’91. After

that, hoo boy. It’s getting a little Torborg in here.

I still maintain that Willie Mays

doesn’t merit a historical mulligan, though I admit this is probably

because I have no memory of seeing him play and only read about him.

(The same goes for Hank Aaron, who for me existed only as a 1976

Milwaukee Brewers baseball card.) The Say Hey Kid did get an iconic

moment out of pleading a call in the ’73 Series, but it didn’t work.

Kind of like the ’73 Series and his return.

In 1979 I proudly displayed the Topps ERA Leaders card (that’d be #7 in

the set) to all the little Yankee-fan dirt-bike kids who’d ride up and

down Miller Place demanding to know what I was doing with a ten-speed

and a Mets cap. “Look at that,” I’d say, “Craig Swan won the ERA title in the NL last year! So there!” The things I thought mattered.

God I loved Tank. Yep, in an alternate universe we’re tortured by having had two

consecutive postseasons turn to shit because players spectated instead

of running — Rey Ordonez wasn’t doing what he was supposed to, either.

Todd Pratt had a bad but

endearing habit of reverting to something close to fandom, possibly

derived from his exile in pizza delivery or all those nights of

cheering for Piazza, which he did wonderfully. I’ll always remember his

only barely sane mask of fury in the game Hampton won after the

Antichrist tried to decapitate Piazza. That night Pratt was every bit

as furious as I was and then some. He cared,

and in this era, you can’t count on that: Think of the nauseating story

of Shawn Estes and a gaggle of Mets giggling and chowing down with the

Antichrist and a bunch of Yankees in a Meatpacking District steakhouse

— we’ll save whether Estes lost the battle and won the war or vice

versa for another post. Tank wouldn’t have been at the table — and if

by coincidence he’d happened to be dining there, I know he would have

tried to put an end to the Antichrist with a steak knife or at least

crowned him with a gravy boat. You couldn’t always count on Tank to do

the right thing, but you could always rely on him to do the Right Thing.

2 comments to G(r)eek Chorus, Part V

  • Anonymous

    How does one differentiate a Shrug Your Shoulders Comeback from an Aggressively Pointless Comeback?
    Are there standards? Or is it just caprice?
    Just curious.

  • Anonymous

    A Shrug Your Shoulders Comeback is one in which the player does some little something or other for the team the second time around, but in no way changes your opinion of him. An Aggressively Pointless Comeback is one in which so little is accomplished in the second go-round that two years later you have to be reminded the player was ever reacquired. (Bill Pulsipher should probably be an APC, not a SYSC, but I'm a fan.)
    In other words, yes, it's just caprice.