Not Since Thierry Henry...
... has one man made it so abundantly clear that he wanted people to remember his name as Endy Chavez.
OK, that's a reference that exactly two people reading this might understand, but seriously, can you remember one role player in the past 25 years of Mets history who was able to leave such a deep impression on the fanbase?
Matt Franco? Hell of a pinch hitter, but he was kind of one dimensional.
Joe Orsulak? Was he a starter or a reserve? I can't remember.
Desi Relaford? If you listen closely at Shea Stadium, between the cheers of the crowd somewhere you can still hear Lister's "I HOPE YOU DIE, DESI!" from 2001 reverberating off the stands.
Mighy Joe McEwing? I loved the guy; scrappy as hell, had a tattoo reading "Can't Do It" on his chest for motivation, was a Randy Johnson killer. But I think it says something that the defining moment of his career came when he was traded from the Cardinals and Tony LaRussa, possibly intoxicated, demanded that he get a pair of Joe Mac's spikes before he left.
Timo Perez is the only who comes close, but he was only a role player during the 2000 postseason. His run through the postseason was legendary (aside, of course, from watching Todd Zeile's would-be home run)
(The Todd Pratts and Ramon Castros are in a different category for me -- backup catchers are semi-regular players, and they lack the versatility of the utility man.)
Endy though, my god. Two game-winners as a Met, and he was involved in countless others as a runner or some such thing I feel certain.
And then there's The Catch. I have mixed feelings about The Catch. No matter how many times I see it, I can't help but be amazed. It is truly the most remarkable catch I have ever seen, and I know now, at this young age, that it is almost an absolute certainty that I will never see a more unbelievable catch than that one.
But seeing the catch also dredges up a lot of bad memories. Memories of losing, memories of what could have been, memories of what should have been.
But that's all in the past now, and last night, Endy showed that he's ready to script more amazing moments.
Anyway, we're coming up on game-time here. My buddy Denver D's, Mr. New Rox himself, is at the game today, but unfortunately I'm not there to smack him in the face with a broom if the Mets should pull this one off today.
Mike Pelfrey... come on man, pull it together.
- A.F.O.M.G.
(Images courtesy of worldcupjapankorea.com, bbc.co.uk and allposters.com)
OK, that's a reference that exactly two people reading this might understand, but seriously, can you remember one role player in the past 25 years of Mets history who was able to leave such a deep impression on the fanbase?Matt Franco? Hell of a pinch hitter, but he was kind of one dimensional.
Joe Orsulak? Was he a starter or a reserve? I can't remember.
Desi Relaford? If you listen closely at Shea Stadium, between the cheers of the crowd somewhere you can still hear Lister's "I HOPE YOU DIE, DESI!" from 2001 reverberating off the stands.
Mighy Joe McEwing? I loved the guy; scrappy as hell, had a tattoo reading "Can't Do It" on his chest for motivation, was a Randy Johnson killer. But I think it says something that the defining moment of his career came when he was traded from the Cardinals and Tony LaRussa, possibly intoxicated, demanded that he get a pair of Joe Mac's spikes before he left.
Timo Perez is the only who comes close, but he was only a role player during the 2000 postseason. His run through the postseason was legendary (aside, of course, from watching Todd Zeile's would-be home run)(The Todd Pratts and Ramon Castros are in a different category for me -- backup catchers are semi-regular players, and they lack the versatility of the utility man.)
Endy though, my god. Two game-winners as a Met, and he was involved in countless others as a runner or some such thing I feel certain.
And then there's The Catch. I have mixed feelings about The Catch. No matter how many times I see it, I can't help but be amazed. It is truly the most remarkable catch I have ever seen, and I know now, at this young age, that it is almost an absolute certainty that I will never see a more unbelievable catch than that one.
But seeing the catch also dredges up a lot of bad memories. Memories of losing, memories of what could have been, memories of what should have been.But that's all in the past now, and last night, Endy showed that he's ready to script more amazing moments.
Anyway, we're coming up on game-time here. My buddy Denver D's, Mr. New Rox himself, is at the game today, but unfortunately I'm not there to smack him in the face with a broom if the Mets should pull this one off today.
Mike Pelfrey... come on man, pull it together.
- A.F.O.M.G.
(Images courtesy of worldcupjapankorea.com, bbc.co.uk and allposters.com)
posted by A Friend of Mr. Glass' at 12:37 PM
3 Comments:
Okay, I'll do it.
LAST PLACE YANKEES (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)!
I literally put this post up 5 minutes ago. Love the response time, Cousin Dan.
I was at Shea last night. No sooner had the words "no joy in Mudville tonight" left my lips than Easley went yard, thus setting the stage...
When Endy came up, the crowd went nuts. The millions and millions in attendance (or several thousand who did not depart after 9) started chanting his name - Endy! Endy! Endy! Endy!
We showed him the love, and it was not unrequited.
On another happy note, two Yankee fans in our section were lambasted throughout the game, especially when the number on the scoreboard next to TB went from 2 to 6. It also picked up when the "F" appeared. Endy was the one who put a stop to it, we had bigger fish to fry at that point.
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