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Kenny Rogers’ Mets career: One minute on a scalding stove

rogers.jpgAllow me to share a bit of AIM away message wisdom. I swear, it’s relevant. My best friend forever (bff), Ski, once posted Albert Einstein’s famous quote about relativity:

When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute, and it’s longer than any hour. That’s relativity.

What prompted this thought for me was a story I produced Saturday night regarding the probable retirement of southpaw Kenny Rogers, he of the Rangers (thrice), Tigers, Yankees, A’s, Twins, and, regrettably, my Metropolitans.

I say regrettably because in 1999, Rogers issued the dreaded walk-off walk in Game 5 of the NLCS against the hated Braves. It was a scene all too predictable. The Mets, in the opinions of many, were actually better in 1999 than they were in 2000, when they went to the World Series. They just couldn’t get around the little hurdle we call the Bravos, which, fortunately, was taken care of for them by the Redbirds in ’00.

Rogers, for his part, was a midseason addition via trade to the Mets that season, having retreated with his tail between his legs to obscurity with the Oakland A’s after his miserable stint with the Yankees in 1996 and ’97. Word on the street was, The Gambler couldn’t handle the Big Apple’s bright lights with  the Yanks. So, of course, who else would the Mets have on the mound for the deciding pitch of their season than an aging midseason addition who had already proven he didn’t care for the spotlight?

piazza.jpgBitter, much? Perhaps. But this is my experience with Rogers. This is my my one minute on a hot stove. Mike Piazza’s Mets career is my fleeting hour with a pretty girl. Did I actually just write that? That’s for another post.

For Rangers fans, I’d imagine it’s a mixed bag, perhaps more good than bad. The perfect game thing is pretty sweet. I wouldn’t mind seeing one of those for the Mets, considering no Amazin’s hurler has ever spun a no-hitter (let alone a perfecto). Leaving them high and dry for the Yanks’ big bucks — only to come crawling back — was not nice, nor was the camera incident. Rogers channeling his inner-Rodman was entirely less entertaining and kind of frightening in the passive-aggressive way he went about it. Why not just kick the guy in his family jewels, Kenny?

For Tigers fans, I’d imagine it was heavenly bliss, despite the eventual outcome of the ’06 World Series. Rogers cheated pitched his tail off that postseason, rosin smudge not withstanding.

When Rogers is an old man and the Mets have choked away suffered another handful of untimely teamwide slumps in many a September, I might wonder about Rogers. I might wonder about the relativity of sitting on millions of dollars upon retirement. Enjoy it, Rogers. Enjoy it.

Xavier Nady: Soon-to-be journeyman

When the Mets were apparently steamrolling their way to a World Series title (lol) in 2006, they flipped outfielder Xavier Nady to the Pirates for reliever Roberto Hernandez and throw-in Oliver Perez. A taxi accident involving setup man Duaner Sanchez necessitated the deal.

Mets fans, by and large, were pissed at Sanchez for being in a Miami-area taxi at 2 a.m. and equally upset the Mets had given up on Nady, whom they had taken a liking to. Fans in general tend to favor mediocre players who distinguish themselves with the occasional big play (see: Chavez, Endy).

Prior to joining the Mets and Bucs, Nady was a touted prospect in the Padres’ organization who never realized his potential.

2008, his age 29 season, was a breakout campaign, of sorts, for Nady, enjoying a previously unseen spike in on-base tendencies and power.

This drew the attention of the cherry picking Yankees, who, in looking to bolster their roster, dealt for Nady.

Then came this offseason, one which saw the Yankees first trade for 1B/OF/DH Nick Swisher and then sign first baseman Mark Teixeira. Now, rumors abound the Yanks will trade either Nady or Swisher — probably Nady, due in part to his career season and Swisher’s defensive flexibility.

X-Man, welcome to the ranks of the journeymen.