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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Duaner Dishonored, Omar Calls Sanchez Last Cab on Mets Dime

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Duaner Sanchez' other nightmare came true this morning.

Well that was a bit surprising. Omar bit the bullet and got rid of another under-performing Met mainstay. In all frankness, though we were all rooting for a return to form, Sanchez has made me cringe every time he entered a game since his comeback. It looks like Dirty is all washed up.

Hubbuck's quotes give a taste of Omar's reasoning, besides the money thing. Omar is thinking his "young options" are the way to go and Sanchez has not improved enough...the second part is certainly true, but who's really thrilled about the other pen options? Not I. I think they needed to get another high ceiling guy and lose Pedreadful Feliciano. Fanboys want Will Ohman. But we'll see.

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Rubin reminds me what that little guy who smacked a pinch hit grand slam's name is, you know Nick Reginald Evans.

As in Reginald Martinez Jackson, Mr. October, who had 563 career homers.

Evans says there's not much to the story. His grandfather was a Yankees fan, so Evans' father Wally followed Jackson's career.

"That's the CliffsNotes version," Evans said.

Kind of seems to know sort of what Cliff Notes are. But there wouldn't be Cliff Notes to a story that there is not that much to. So I'm not sure. Still, Nick shows a level of cultural sophistication I wouldn't expect from a ball player.

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6 Comments:

  • At 4:59 PM, Anonymous Dirty Putz (Cver) said…

    I really was fond of Sanchez and he sure made us forget Jae Seo awfully fast, didn't he? Another thing I loved was how he wore those long pajama-like pants and seemed to be so rubber-armed that he could pitch nearly every day and not even ice his arm after games - or was that part of his downfall. The question now is whether Omar has cut his losses or sold just as his stock was about to rise again (after the long rehab period).

     
  • At 5:14 PM, Blogger I.M. Forme said…

    Yeah, and after watching this:
    http://blogs.nypost.com/sports/mets/archives/2009/03/manuel_talks_sa.html#comments

    I don't know what to think @ the state of Omar's communication with the gangsta.

     
  • At 5:53 PM, Anonymous Dirty Putz said…

    For better or worse, Omar's the GM and has his "people" that help him call the shots and they probably have more impact in the decisionmaking than the field manager does, for better or worse, whether it was Willie or now Jerry. I guess the bottom line is those that giveth Duaner can taketh Duaner away. It's something like that t-shirt "I watched a guy rehab for 2 years and all I got out of it was this dirty putz".

     
  • At 11:26 PM, Blogger I.M. Forme said…

    what would the pedro tshirt say? "my team signed pedro martinez and all i got was him sitting under a mango tree"? In the cold light of day, he did nothing for this team. The midget died for nothing.

     
  • At 12:40 AM, Blogger Jaap said…

    You know, none of this would have happened if that git had ever learnt how to pronounce his own name properly. Bring back Ambiorix!!

     
  • At 1:22 PM, Anonymous jdon said…

    He had no business jumping off a plane at midnight and chasing after a piece of ass in Miami at 1in the morning. Dominican food, my foot. Too bad. He has an electric arm, even if he did look like Pigpen.

     

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