D Wright: The Perfect Man Part II, via Cousin

So when I tell most people that my cousin is also one of my best friends, I kind of feel like that kid who has to take his sister to the prom. It's like, no one else is willing to go, so you hang out with people that have to by default. Not so in this case, as young Sip’s infectious personality makes him one of my favorite people to be around.

So you can imagine my honor when he asked me to guest-blog on one of my daily sites, Yankees2000, as it is not only a great distraction from work, but one of my few ways to keep up with him since he moved to the best coast.

It went a little something like this (IM names withheld to protect the innocent)

Young_Sip: you there?
Cousin_Tonks: autoresponse American Idol
Young_Sip: Listen, I would like you to recap the story of your interaction with the biscuit who knows DW for Thursday’s Blog

Now, the details are a tad hazy based on the fact that the evening started a little early. But in deference to the site, I will recount as best I can. Even though I have grown a little tired of Bill Simmons and his esoteric stories of House and others, I will start it in his diary-like style. However, it reaches a point where I am too bombed to know times.

7:00 p.m. - After not wanting to go out, I get a call from JB, one of the best Goldman Sachs All-Stars since Cousin Eric, saying I should meet him for dinner. As I am looking to switch professions, networking through a GS All-Star is one of the best ways to go.

8:00 - Leave Jersey (which I am not a fan of doing, being that it is the greatest state in the Union) and arrive at Sushi Samba. The Friday night wait without a reservation at this establishment is a tad obnoxious, so we start to imbibe.

9:30 - Get Seated and after 6 rounds of straight goose, 240 dollars worth of sushi (on JB, bonuses were apparently real sweet at the banks this year), 2 promises of interviews (one for GS, and one from some dude and his gf sitting next to me).

Exact quote: “I overheard you talking about wanting a job in sales. You seem very loud and outgoing, here’s my card.”

I knew the night was off to a great start, but after just one round at the neighboring Underbar, and seeing one of my favorite sights in the city, a group of 20 dudes all in blazers waiting on line, JB drops the bomb that he and his GF are tired and they are going to head home. My city options were poops, so it seemed like this glorious night was going to end far too prematurely.

10:45 - Get a call from one of my favorite Metros saying it is his sister’s birthday party at Black
Bear, a great B&T bar in Hoboken. Now this kid is incredible. He wears only blazers, including to engineering classes when he was an undergrad with me at RU (GO KNIGHTS, GO KNIGHTS). Engineering classes are 97% dudes and 3% awful chicks, and yet the kid still came to each class dressed like he was partying with the Diddy. Alas, he said the chicks were gorgeous, and one thing about this guy, he rolls with nothing under 8s.

So I take the PATH train back to the best state, roll up, and he certainly wasn’t lying. The minute I walk in this ridiculous blonde caught my eye. I get introduced and start squawking some sick fresh game. Now at some point she drops the bomb, that gets this story Yankees2000 worthy: She rolls with none other than David Wright, your favorite and mine.

I suddenly changed my tune from throwing on the Sex Panther and going for the kill, to racking her brain about the man behind the legend. See, until this point, the top Hoboken regulars include Eli Manning (who I have seen spout some of the worst game ever. Lines include, "I dunno, I'm just a momma’s boy", in his awful Southern drawl.) He rolls with none other than Bachelor Jesse. Palmer is too pimp to be put into words, so I won’t even bother. I take a chick who knows DW and don’t look back.

So much has been said of David Wright on this site, and for good reason. He is without a doubt the real deal. He is everything Gregg Jefferies was supposed to be and everything we were happy Brien Taylor never was. Remember when you would have given everything
you own for the Gregg Jefferies 88 Score?

Part of being a Mets fan is knowing you shouldn’t get excited about any move they make, and sort of getting excited anyway. It seems to have started with the paying of Bobby Bonilla $29 million over 5, and continued with such notables as Mo Vaughn, Bobby Alomar, Armando Benitez, and it seems at this point Carlos Beltran (jury is still out) . As a Mets fan you know this list is endless.

And yet with all that being said, there is nary a Mets fan who is not positive that DW isn’t the real deal. And meeting this fine Betty confirmed other things about Golden Boy. Besides being Tiger Beat worthy, he is also an all-around great guy. He loves New York, and nothing gets him more excited than being a Met. He says he wants to retire a Met one day, and we believe him.

Not like Carlos Beltran who was willing to play for less money to be a Yankee, and who has a massive pimple/wart/goiter on the side of his face that basically precludes any chance he might have otherwise had at attaining Tiger Beat pinup status.

No, this Wright guy is different. An in-law of my brother named Jeff McCarragher was friends with a wet-behind-the-ears DW. Jeff until very recently was an announcer for the Norfolk Tides, the Mets' AAA squad. But the fact that every story this chick told me matches to the T everything Jeff mentioned, shows me that money and fame have not spoiled this kid. He just loves the game, like we do. He just happens to play it incredibly well.

He is Derek Jeter without the need to have his name on Page Six daily. This chick met him at his own charity dinner. How many people know about David Wright’s charities? Not a whole lot, because that is not his way. Anytime a Yankee even helps an old lady cross the street it is front page news in the Post, Times, Daily News, and USA Today. DW doesn’t carry himself this way. He just gets the job done. Period. On and off the field. He is the future, and the reverse of the Bobby Bonilla Curse.

Me and this Ten exchanged numbers with a promise that she will drop a dime when DW is in town. Hopefully it will coincide with a return of Young Sip to the east, and you will get a blog of our night on the town with the future Hall of Famer. Who knows if it will go down, but just confirming all that we know about our Mets hero was worth the entire night.

Scarlet Knights Go!

Cousin Tonks

(Editor's note: Please invite me if you guys hang out with David Wright. I need this.)