Weekly Mail September 30, 2018

Howdy:

I know I promised you guys a more light hearted blogpost this week. Unfortunately, I'm still working on the project I'd hoped to have done for his week, but hopefully next week I can get that out to all of you. For now, let's look back at the week that was.



POLITICS: Supreme Court Mess


I had just gotten in my car after work in the middle of Senator Lindsey Graham's tirade, one in which I thought we might lose the poor guy. But the real bizarre part was coming up.


You know, I was a freshman in college during the Clarence Thomas/Anita Hill hearings, and I really thought that we couldn't get much lower than the "Long Dong Silver/There's a pubic hair on your Coke" quotations that ended up in those transcripts.

But alas we did.

I nearly drove off the road when I heard Senator Whitehouse ask Brett Kavanaugh what "ralphing" referred to.  I was like Horshack from Welcome Back Kotter on that one..."oooh oooh ooooh, I know!"  That means to throw up.


And when Whitehouse asked about boofing, and the devils triangle, I have to admit I took Judge Kavanaugh's word for it that they referred to farting and a drinking game respectively. The fact that I didn't realize these were sex related terms has more to do with my obvious lack of wisdom when it comes to all things sexual and not a reflection of any perceived support I have for Judge Kavanaugh.

There was a drinking game I played once called Three-Man, which I thought could have been called Devil's Triangle (I can't remember how that game was played either, which means I probably lost badly the one time I played it) and when Kavanaugh compared it to Quarters, it brought me back to the most intense game of Quarters I ever witnessed between two of my colleagues from the Post who will go nameless.

All this, in the hopes of seating a person on the highest court in the land.

Again, I have to ask, no matter what side of the aisle you are on, there isn't anybody else out there with less baggage than this guy? Another judge who won't act as if the Democrats are like the zombies from a horror movie coming to eat his brain?

Revenge for the Clintons? I detest Hillary Clinton, and even I called bull$hit on that one when he said it. The last person who accused the other side of a vast conspiracy? You guessed it. Hillary Clinton. If you thought she was full of beans when she said that, you have to think this guy is nuts too.

I don't know if Brett Kavanaugh was the lush in high school he was made out to be. All I know is, after watching replays of that hearing on Thursday, I needed a few stiff belts myself.




BASEBALL: Farewell to our captain

I was in Metro 53 one night, at the conclusion of the 2006 baseball season, talking to a couple of Yankee fans about "Who would you rather have, Jeter and A-Rod, or Reyes and Wright."

I of course said Jose Reyes and David Wright. Of course they thought I was crazy.

And they ended up being correct about that.

But go back to 2006 and look at the numbers Wright and Reyes put up. And then consider that they were both 23 years old that year. And that Derek Jeter and Alex Rodriguez were 32 and 31.

Not as ridiculous as it now seems right?

Reggie Jackson said of Jeter back in 1996, I'd trade my past for his future. That's what I was thinking when comparing the two NY infields.

But the fact that it didn't come to pass shouldn't take anything away from what David Wright meant to the Mets organization over the 15 years he was part of it. Forget the fact that when he was good, he was very good, and he was very good when he was healthy.

He was a Met. He WANTED to be Met, even when being a Met meant losing 90 games a year, playing on a team owned by a couple of brainless crooks named Wilpon.

He could have gone cross town, maybe won a World Series or two, made a few more bucks. He didn't. He bled orange and blue.

And we all know that he did.

Which is why the outpouring he got on Saturday night felt so real.

I wish he could have stayed healthy. I wish he would have carried us across the finish line in 2007 and 2008. The fact that he didn't wasn't his fault. There was never a time I thought he was dogging it. He's about the only one who wasn't back then.

To say he got to go out on is terms would be a stretch, but he got to go out as close as he physically could to his terms, letting his daughters see him play. Giving Met fans a chance to say good bye.

And for him to say good bye to us.

You hear the term, "they don't make them like that anymore" a lot. It's an over used term. In the case of David Wright, it's the truth. We won't see the likes of him for a long time. That sucks.

But thank goodness we got to see him when we could.


BTW: Some of the nicest tributes I saw on line to David Wright came from Yankee fans. To that end I wish my Bomber fan friends the best of luck on Wednesday against Oakland. But remember, the season means squat if you don't win that game. No pressure.

I also heard somewhere that the Mets had the best record in he National League after July 1. They also stared the season 11-1.  That stretch from late April till July 1st was the worst I had ever seen them play. I stand by that.

Hey my fellow Jet fans, it looks like we are going to get that 1-15 season we all wanted last year, howboutdah?


Again, I'm hoping to have a Special next week. Still putting that together.


Sorry this is late.


Have a Great Week