The Serval Zippers Sign

As my father used to say.

The Wilpons are at it again. They just don’t get it. I’ve never seen an organization so out of touch with their fan base since the Maras of the mid-’70’s. I understand keeping the grave robbers at bay. Supposedly, the lion’s share of the profits are going to charity. Admirable, if it’s true. I can even understand wanting to make a little something on it — this is America, after all.

But at these prices??? In this economy???? On the heels of another collapse?????

In honor of Yom Kippur — that’s chutzpah.

Add to this to the fact that Wilpemployees are not the most fan-friendly bunch you’ll see…well my friend Steve Keane says it much better than I…

…Plaxico?

Defiant? Unrepentant? Remorseless?

Face it buddy-boy: you effed up.

You’re the one who went AWOL, you’re the one who missed practice and went out of communication with the team that’s paying you multiple millions of dollars. You’re the one who’s pissing off the fan base that’ll be ponying up obscene amounts of PSL money — to get you those multiple-millions.

If anything has been proven with this team last year and this, it’s that the whole is far greater than the sum of the parts. The Giants are the Super Bowl Champions and they got there minus the services of their all-time leading rusher and their perennial Pro Bowl tight end. This year, they’re off to a 4-0 start without their Hall-Of-Fame defensive end and their All-Pro nose tackle. The other day, they put 44 points on the board.

Bottom line? THEY DON’T NEED YOU.

It might be a better idea for you to come back with your hat in your hand, rather than your fist in the air.

Your choice.

It was Jerry who blinked. Manuel accepted a 2-year-with-club-option deal to keep him in the fold through at least 2010. If he gets “us” over the proverbial hump, he’ll be here much longer than that. He will have become legend.

So GM? Check. MGR? Check.

Now where to go to improve the on-field product?

Top of my head, here’s a quick wish list:

Francisco Rodgriguez to be the closer.
If Omar thinks it can be swung, sign CC Sabathia.
Derek Lowe for the rotation.
Orlando Hudson for 2B.
Pick up Carlos Delgado’s option & trade for a decent LF and move Daniel Murphy to 1B.

Chloroform the rest of the ‘pen. Balance the bench.

Simple, but not easy.

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How ’bout them 4-0 Woilds Champeen New York Football Giants? They should go 6-0 and at worst should be 6-2 after 8 games. That’s bare minimum. The last 10 games are a bear & a half, so they need to get all the wins in they can muster.

GO BIG BLUE!

Whither Jerry Manuel?

On the heels of Omar Minaya’s extension, Jerry is apparently looking for something similar. Rumors abound that he’s being offered a 2-year deal at either $1.5 million (Newsday) or $2 million (The Post). The general consensus is that the sticking point is a 3rd year. Which makes sense, of course.

Just for the helluvit, let’s say that Jerry walks. He can’t live without the security of that 3rd year. Other teams saw the Mets’ turnaround — the engineering of which he can legitimately take some credit for — and dangle offers his way. Where do the Mets go?

Buck Showalter? Too much a control freak. Could be Willie II.

Gary Carter? No MLB experience, pretty much a PR move and the inmates would be running the asylum.

Wally Backman? Baggage, baggage, baggage and a possible PR nightmare. He would be the right guy to kick this squad in the pants, though.

Bobby Valentine? Apparently Bobby V told ESPN Radio this morning that if the Mets called, he’d listen. Intriguing, but I don’t see it happening.

So who blinks?

GO BIG BLUE! Giants/Seattle this Sunday. Can’t hardly wait.

OK, so the blog’s back online, the season is over (SOB!) and I’ve got a couple of minutes to post — which I haven’t had in 2 months.

As far as The Collapse, Part II? I’m shocked. I’m also not surprised. The whole last 2 weeks just felt too much like last year for the finish to go any other way. For all my braying after the last Saturday at Shea, deep in my heart-o-hearts, I had the feeling it wasn’t going to end well.

As for that Saturday…well, Johann the Maginficent was just that. A masterpiece of a 3-hitter had me howling by game’s end. Just a tremendous acquisition and the main reason Omar is just finishing up a presser for his new extension as we speak.

Next day came the crash.

I’m consoling myself this way:

The Mets will win the NL pennant in 2009.

Why? Because the Dodgers won it in 1952.

The Dodgers made one of their (at the time) infequent post-season appearances in 1949. In 1950 they lost a pennant on the last day — to Philly, no less. In 1951, they made some upgrades to the pitching staff and outfield and lost a pennant in even more heartbreaking fashion.

They then won 9 pennants in the next 15 years.

The Mets made one of their infequent post-season appearances in 2006. In 2007 they lost a pennant on the last day — to Philly, no less. In 2008, they made some upgrades to the pitching staff and outfield and lost a pennant in even more heartbreaking fashion…

Hey, whatever I need to tell myself so I can sleep at night.

On to happier matters, we have the Woilds Champeen New York Football Giants! 3-0, rarin’ to go. When they get to the half-way point, the worst they should be is 6-2 — they’ve got a few cupcakes coming up. No Plaxico? Who cares? They have almost as many receivers as the Mets have terrible relief pitchers…

Anyway, I’ll be back on a semi-regular basis throughout the winter and to gear up for The Collapse, Part III.

At the end of last night’s most exciting Mets victory, I saw something I haven’t seen in 20 years: rally caps on the Mets bench!

Johan Santana, Oliver Perez, Argenis Reyes…all were wearing their “gamers” inside out.

I think that says something about this team which we all thought was missing: comeraderie, togetherness, support. Just 3 short months ago, this clubhouse was toxic.

And people still say Willie got a raw deal?

So…

Anything…y’know…big happen in my absence?

Let’s see, when you & l last spoke, The Mets were dreadful, Willie Randolph was the manager, the Worlds Champeen Giants had just got their rings and were wondering what would happen with Jeremy Shockey and Sarah & I were in the process of buying our house.

In a nutshell, the Mets had been good for awhile, but now they’re dreadful again

Willie Randolph is no longer the manager, Jerry manuel is.

The Giants sent Shockey to New Orleans.

And the house? Aaaah, the house…

We made an offer on April 1, it was accepted on April 2, we closed on May 15. Fairly quick process, no?

OK.

So Friday, May 23 was moving day — Friday of Memorial Day weekend. I was staying home to supervise while my wife went to work.

My mother-in-law had an appointment in the City and didn’t want to leave my father-in-law home alone, so she had asked if he could help us out in any way with the move. “Of COURSE,” we say. PS – my father-in-law doesn’t drive anymore; if he can’t get a lift, he takes a NJ Transit train wherever he needs to go.

So, the movers show up on my old doorstep at 8:20 AM, as planned. Great. They’re going along loading stuff into the truck and I get a call at about 8:40 from PC Richards, delivering the Sony 40-inch to the new house. “We’ll be there in about a half hour-45 minutes,” they say. Fine.

I tell the head moving guy, “Listen, I gotta go over to the new place because I’m having a TV delivered and I’ll be back in about an hour or so.” Fine.

So I go, the PC Richards guys are already there and they bolt the Sony to the wall. It’s frikken AMAZING! We put a DVD in to test it out and …well…Michael Strahan was sitting in my lap! Unbelievable.

Anyway, I start heading back to the old place to supervise again. On the way, I stopped in Stop ‘N’ Shop to grab a Pepsi. As I’m leaving there, I get a call from my father-in-law. He says, “My wife went into the City today and thought it would be a good idea if I came down to help out where I can.”

“No problem,” says I. “We’ve got just the job for you: you can help us finish screwing in the new handles on the kitchen cabinets!”

“Great,” he says. “Now, what train station do I get off at to get to you?” So I tell him and he goes, “Oh. Well, I may not have enough for train fare.”

So I said, “OK, I’ll call Leigh (my sister-in-law) and see if she can either pick you up & drop you off down here or give you some money for the train.”

So I call Leigh and she puts my brother-in-law on the phone – he was working from home that day. So we work it out that he’ll drop my father-in-law at our old place, seeing as he didn’t know where the new place was. Meanwhile, as I was talking and driving, I realized that I didn’t have enough cash to tip the movers & cable guys later, so I headed back to the bank to get some more cash.

So while I’m on my way back to the old place, I get a call from my office. We had some notes coming due and some proceeds coming in from a note sale, but I had already had this move scheduled, so I made myself accessible via cell phone. So my boss says, “The payout didn’t go through. We’re $160,000 short.” I said, “What do want me to do?” He says, “Call Jay [my assistant] and talk him through making a transfer. His hair is standing on end right now.”

So I call Jay and he’s not at his desk. Now what? So I call my boss back and he says, “Call his cell phone.” So I call his cell phone. Not there. I leave a message. He calls me back 2 minutes later, cool as can be. “Oh, no. I handled it, no problem.” I said, “Are you sure? ‘Cause I’m here to talk you through it.”

“No, no. I’m fine. It’s done.”

OK

So by this time, I’m about back to our old place. I turn the corner…no moving truck, no men hauling furniture. Bad…very bad!

So I turn around – don’t even park – and head to the new house. My first move was to call my brother-in-law, who by now is blocks from the old place. So I said, “Don’t go to the old place, go to the new one: I’ll give you directions.”

He says, “Well, I’m almost at your door. I’m coming up to your stop sign.” I said, “OK, take a right at the stop, sign and…”

He goes “Wait! Did you just go left at the stop sign?” I had. He says, “Well, slow down. I’ll follow you.”

So I pulled over and he caught up with me and we caravanned, finally, to our new house.

He comes in and immediately starts exploring. Meanwhile, my father-in-law starts screwing in door handles and I’m pacing, wondering where the Hispanic men with the big truck could possibly have gone with our furniture.

Then, my brother-in-law leaves. Fine.

I go to call the moving company and as I’m talking to them I see the truck pull up. Whew! So they’re unloading our stuff and I’m telling ‘em where to put things and so on.

I get a call from Cablevision to install the cable/phone/internet. “I’m running ahead of schedule and would it be OK if I came over now?” Absolutely!

So the movers go along and bring stuff in.

The Cablevision installers arrive – one guy and a trainee on his third day on the job. So I show the lead guy where I want the modem installed and he asks if there was a phone line in the room. No. “Well, I have to drill, then.” I said, “You do whatever you need to do.”

I go back downstairs and I’m talking to the movers and talking to Sarah on the cell phone and I hear the smoke alarm go off. I think nothing of it – probably sawdust got in there.

Then I hear and see the lead cable guy come bolting down the stairs yelling “FIRE! WE’VE GOT FIRE!”

So he runs down the basement and turns off all the circuit breakers. Then we all go out to the side of the house where he starts yelling for a hose.

I give him the nozzle and tell him to run with it. I turn on the water and he gets the flames out.

Meanwhile one of my new neighbors saw sparks & flames coming out of the side of the house and called 911.

Turns out, he drilled right through the electrical conduit on the outside of the house where it runs into the electric meter.

And then put it out with water.

An electrical fire.

With water.

Well, the Fire Dept. showed up and made sure everything was cool with their thermal imaging cameras and J C P & L came and shut the service off from the street.

I told the cable guy, “Man, you’d better go play the number tonight, ‘cause you’re the luckiest thing on 2 legs.”

He says, “Whaddaya mean?”

I said, “Well, first of all, I don’t know how you didn’t get shot across the room when you hit the wires…”

He goes, “I was holding the rubber handle on the drill.”

I says, “And number 2, you DO realize that you put water on an electrical fire, right?”

He goes, “Man! I didn’t know what else to do…”

So we called an electrician we knew and he came and put new wires in, J C P & L came back and turned the power back on around 9:00.

And that was day 1 in our new home.

It’s been so long…

Anyway, technical gremlins have kept me from keeping The Serval Zippers Sign a going concern.

So, I have some tenative hope that this thing will keep going through the summer & beyond.

We shall see…

Anyway, hi!

The sun seems to shine a little bit brighter today, doesn’t it?

A shutout from an unexpected source will do that for you. Mike Pelfrey, the Mets first 2-game winner of 2008, showed us exactly why we should be grateful he wasn’t part of the haul for Johann the Magnificent. 7 IP, 2 walks, 4 K’s, 5 hits. I’ll take that any day of the week & twice on Sundays. Pelfrey “pounded the zone,” as the current argot goes, and showed a little moxie.

David Wright continues to be David Wright, slamming balls all over the yard. And welcome back Jose! Reyes. Performances like last night’s remind me what all the fuss was about. This man can play the game when his head’s on straight and the hammies aren’t barking.

All in all, a fitting tribute to Jackie Robinson by the home folks.

This was a win out of the 2006 mold. Hell, “we” even had Duaner Sanchez back for the first time in a year-and-a-half. Watching last night, I had a feeling I hadn’t felt since at least last Memorial Day: that this team is gonna be alright. Pedro out indefinitely? No problem: we’ve got Nelson Figueroa! El Duque in a boot? Pelfrey’ll step in and mow ‘em down! Castillo’s slumping? No sweat, just drop him to the 8-hole! I even can’t get on Willie for anything today. It just all seems good.

I know, I know, it’s against the Nationals, who aren’t exactly the next coming of the ‘84 Tigers. Still, it’s been so long since I’ve had this feeling, I wanna roll around in it for a bit.

Maine goes tonight. Take another draught from the cask of ‘06.

…but that wouldn’t be good for me and my Saturday plan, so maybe not so much.

So another Saturday/Sunday combo leaves the Mets with no wins. That’s 2 in a row if you’re scoring at home.

As for Saturday, it was a wonderful day all around. Too bad the ballgame didn’t match the peripherals. I was trying something new as I decided to take the train from Jersey. I figured I’d get to stretch out the iPod and save a couple of bucks in the process, seeing as parking at SheaCiti is up to $15 a pop! This’d be the first time I ever went from NJ by something other than automobile, so I was quite excited. I ran over to O Bagel to get a cuppa, stoped in Stop & Shop & pick up the News & the Star-Ledger, then over to the Lyons station to pick up the 10:10 to Penn Station. Changing in Summit as usual, I got to ride in one of those fancy-schmancy new double-decker trains to the City. So I get to Penn Station and hop over to the LIRR. I forgot that there are no ticket booths for the Long Island anymore, just the electronic kiosks. So for an $8.50 round trip to Shea Stadium, I put a $20 into the machine and got back a quarter and…11 Sacajawea dollar coins! My pocket weighed 57 lbs. I stood on the LIRR the 2 stops to Shea, up the Boardwalk, down the new steps — I miss the old rotunda, btw — over to gate C to leave my other ticket at the will-call for my nephew.

Once I took care of that, went up the escalator at gate C and I could smell the hamburgers frying and the Premio Italian sausages with the peppers & onions steaming and said to myself, “I’m home.” It was a kind of an “Amen”-moment, like I only have when I’m alone with my wife or among my rather large family: this is where I belong. Right here. In this place. At this moment. And I thought, “I am gonna miss this old dump when it’s gone.” It’s where I grew up, where I could first flaunt my “independence” as a teen — driving in with my buddy Tino when I was 15 & 16 and in no need of adult supervision. He was the nominal adult, all of 6 years my senior. The ballpark was ours then. The team was perpetually rebuilding and was drawing hardly anyone. But we were good for 7 or 8 games a year, until we all got proper jobs and could begin to afford the various available ticket plans post-College. By then, of course, tickets were at a premium, because we had an elite team on our hands. In the various ups & downs these past 20-odd years, there was always Shea. And of course in our memories, there always will be.

As I say, the only thing to spoil the idyll was the damn game.

Much as I hate to say it, I gotta pin the loss on Johan the Magnificent. We all knew he had a gopher, he decided to feed it on Saturday. 3 long — I mean long homeruns and a vapor-lock with a runner on third resulted in a 5-3 loss. Hey, even Michelangelo had an off day, right?

Sunday’s game was just ugly & disgusting. 5 double plays? What the hell is that?

OK, so an off day to lick wounds and mend psyches. I know I’ve been off the Willie Randolph bandwagon of late, but he finally has started saying the right things when they put up a stinker like this. Maybe he’s got an inner Gil Hodges after all…

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