Oh No He Didn't

(Note: Ched's all about the ladies, but he's keeps it hood below following a quick one from A.F.O.M.G.)

I was just minding my own business, just taking a little mental break from work over at the SNY website when I saw it. Something so blasphemous, so sacrelicious that it demands mockery here.

"Moises Alou is like Samuel Jackson now in 'Unbreakable.' He can tear a muscle or break a bone navigating the buffet table in the clubhouse -- never mind left field or the basepaths."

What did sweet Jose Reyes -- the one, the only Mr. Glass in a Mets uniform -- do to deserve such little recognition?

Granted, he's stayed healthy from an almost implausible 2.33 seasons straight now. Granted, Moises Alou very much would deserve this moniker if we had to blow the whole thing up and start over again.

But c'mon, nicknames are sacred. You can't just go calling any Tom, Dick, or Harry "The Babe" or "The Big Unit" or "Three Finger" -- nicknames belong certain people, and to certain people they shall stay.

So, Michael Salfino, quit whoring around the Mr. Glass nickname, would you?

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Separate from the unpleasant matter discussed above, Salfino's piece is quite interesting. He does sort of jock Ched's piece about bringing in Bonds, and does offer a particularly compelling thought on the subject:

"Yes, I know [Bonds] wears the scarlet 'S' now that no longer stands for Superman. But it's going to be a bigger spectacle for the organization to lose without him than it would be to win with him -- and win with him they would."

Tough to argue with that logic.

- A Friend of Mr. Glass'