Yankees 2000: Promote the Curse: So Long, Stevie

(Note: A piece from Cheddar Ben follows.)

It took 7 calendar years for this day to finally come. Today, Steve Trachsel is no longer a Met.

What has taken place over the last three months is almost mind-boggling. In a market where Gil Meche gets $55 million dollars, Trachsel, fresh off a 15-win season for the best team in the National League, struggled to find work.

The Mets had zero interest in perhaps their best pitcher from a season ago. The only explanation: This guy is truly the worst. It's not like Steve Trachsel is TO. He doesn't yell at his teammates or speak out to the media.

He did however, ask off of the field in the NLCS against St. Louis. In plain English, this guy must just be the biggest pansy. Teams need pitching and teams need inning eaters. The Mets of all teams need both. Yet they showed zero interest in bringing back Trachsel. We must really hate this guy.

So Trachs is gone, bringing his boring 7-pitch repetoire to charm city where my good friend and Y2K legend J Schubes was recently spotted popping champagne in the club, to celebrate the big signing.

Young J was ecstatic. Steve Trachsel is such an Oriole. He belongs on a team that is young and exciting but has absolutely no chance of succeeding. This guy belongs in baseball purgatory. Can anyone see Trachsel making friends with any of Danny Cabrera, Eric Bedard or Adam Loewen? Of course not. Steve Trachsel has no personality.

But I'm going to miss the man we all called Shitty. Trachsel was the Mets of the early new millennium. We lost and Trachsel bored us. I said last year that a true sign that this team was ready to emerge was when we traded Kaz Matsui. Get rid of the dead weight I said.

I gotta think that losing Steve Trachsel can do nothing but help this team. So what's next? We talked about Trachsel as a Cy Young candidate last summer. How bout the Trax, now under pitching guru Leo Mazzone, winning the trophy in the American League? It could happen. And monkey's could fly out of my butt.

Mark it in on the calendar, all: February 13th is our first official day without Stevey T. RIP Stevey. We will not really miss you, but I guess we all sort of will. You'll always be a Met.

VCD,

Sip

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

So Long, Stevie

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		[ Return to Home Page ] Tuesday, February 13, 2007 So Long, Stevie (Note: A piece from Cheddar Ben follows.) It took 7 calendar years for this day to finally come. Today, Steve Trachsel is no longer a Met. What has taken place over the last three months is almost mind-boggling. In a market where Gil Meche gets $55 million dollars, Trachsel, fresh off a 15-win season for the best team in the National League, struggled to find work. The Mets had zero interest in perhaps their best pitcher from a season ago. The only explanation: This guy is truly the worst. It's not like Steve Trachsel is TO. He doesn't yell at his teammates or speak out to the media. He did however, ask off of the field in the NLCS against St. Louis. In plain English, this guy must just be the biggest pansy. Teams need pitching and teams need inning eaters. The Mets of all teams need both. Yet they showed zero interest in bringing back Trachsel. We must really hate this guy. So Trachs is gone, bringing his boring 7-pitch repetoire to charm city where my good friend and Y2K legend J Schubes was recently spotted popping champagne in the club, to celebrate the big signing. Young J was ecstatic. Steve Trachsel is such an Oriole. He belongs on a team that is young and exciting but has absolutely no chance of succeeding. This guy belongs in baseball purgatory. Can anyone see Trachsel making friends with any of Danny Cabrera, Eric Bedard or Adam Loewen? Of course not. Steve Trachsel has no personality. But I'm going to miss the man we all called Shitty. Trachsel was the Mets of the early new millennium. We lost and Trachsel bored us. I said last year that a true sign that this team was ready to emerge was when we traded Kaz Matsui. Get rid of the dead weight I said. I gotta think that losing Steve Trachsel can do nothing but help this team. So what's next? We talked about Trachsel as a Cy Young candidate last summer. How bout the Trax, now under pitching guru Leo Mazzone, winning the trophy in the American League? It could happen. And monkey's could fly out of my butt. Mark it in on the calendar, all: February 13th is our first official day without Stevey T. RIP Stevey. We will not really miss you, but I guess we all sort of will. You'll always be a Met. VCD, Sip posted by A Friend of Mr. Glass' at 1:43 PM 1 Comments: Figgalicious said... "It could happen. And monkey's could fly out of my butt." Why do I feel like I'm more likely to see monkeys flying out of your ass than a grammatically correct post? Well done, champ. 2:12 PM Post a Comment << Home				Contributors Sippy Momo A Friend of Mr. Glass' Cheddar Ben Previous Posts Cry Me a Rivera Enough Already Y2K-U: Bracketology Hoes Up, G's Down Y2K-U: Cousin Dan's Weekly Update Imagine That: A-Rod to The... The Get Depressed Power Hour Section 423: Lost... and Found Figuring Out My Fantasy Baseball League The Eighth Layer is Ennui


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