Our Newest Franco

As readers of this blog know, Franco, my barber, is one of my favorite people ever to walk this earth. I've spoken of him before and will continue to do so for a long time to come. The man will have a seat at my wedding. Amazingly, I have been in touch with him longer than any person in the world, 20 years, not a part of the Momo family.

So I got my Franco. This weekend the Mets got their Franco.

We signed Julio Franco to a two year contract, a deal that will end on his 61st birthday.

In all honesty, I love this move, it may be my favorite of the offseason. Here's why.

1. This guy can hack. He is a very solid right handed bat to compliment Carlos Delgado. We could hit him against tough lefties, giving Delgado a day off. This move also gives us a solid righthanded bat off the bench.

2. What a circus act. This dude is, at 47 years of age, closer to the age of Sippy Sr. than Sippy Jr. Wouldn't it be awesome to have this guy around when he was 50?

3. This guy will teach our kids a whole lot. He's easily the most jacked physical specimen since David Robinson patrolled the middle for the Spurs. This guy will work his spanish charm on Reyes and Beltran. You might say he is the anti-"Mr. Glass".

4. He is not John Franco. In the midst of drunken conversation someone told me that the Mets had signed John Franco, thinking that that is what happened. Thank fucking god. Holy cow do I hate that guy. He is the worst, the absolute worst.

With Julio on board we can bump Johnny baseball down to #3 greatest Franco's ever to don a Mets uniform behind Julio and pitch hitting specialist/Kurt Russel nephew (meaning he is some how related to my girl, Kate "Huddy" Hudson), Matt Franco.

Who doesn't remember that game winning hit against the Yanks? One of the better Mets moments of our lives. (Editor's note: I was at that game. Like the Mets-Braves game immortalized in an earlier column, http://yankees2000.blogspot.com/2005/11/memories-of-ootgcoat.html, this Mets-Yankees game was truly O.O.T.G.C.O.A.T.)

So not a lot to talk about now. I just watched Monday "Late Afternoon" Football. This West Coast shit is bugging me out. Thankfully, In & Out Burger has become an instant West Coast sponsor of Yankees2000, and I am definitely pleasantly full.

But gosh, this game ends at 9:00 and I am exhausted, for no other reason than that it feels like it should be 12.

I don't know. A lot of shit is weird out here. PTI @ 2:30 is still my #1 wacked out thing. But, hey, I'll take it. I don't think I have taken off this one pair of sweatpants for more than an hour since I've been here, and I am very happy about that.

This girl who I took out on Sunday, a Boston gal, and little sis of a Camp Cedar legend assumed that I was a Yankee fan, being from NY. It really bothered me.

You know what else bothered me? Mr. Anonymous' post. Listen pal, first off, sack up and identify yourself. Second, this is a family site here. Let's keep the "ass raping" and such out of any messages. As for your "Law and Order" analysis, I suggested fighting, not killing. Maybe 2nd degree assault, but murder? Come on now...

Seriously though, if you are a Yankee fan and happen to read this site, there is something going down. Either you are a friend of mine, that makes you one of Justin, Maciej or Big T, or you were referred this site by someone. But why would you read it? Sure, I guess it is a means for fueling conflict, which is fine, but if that is the case put your name out there. Or at the least put the first and last name of two of your best friends growing up.

We have a lot of changes to make boys.

Vaya con dios,

SM