Meet my Mets

In honor of the Mets giving David Wright an 8 year, 138 million extension, my favorite ten Mets of all time.

10. Carlos Beltran:

As a young player in Kansas City, Beltran did everything well.  What I found most impressive was that he never got caught stealing.  There was a while where he was the most successful base stealer, percentagewise,  in the history of the game.  The Mets got Beltran the old fashion way, offering him a trunk load of money.  While it is a little less fun to have your team just buy players on the open market, it was nice to see the Mets finally getting the superstar.

Like many people on this list, Beltran had an up and down tenure with the Mets.  He was great his first couple years, but struck out to end the Mets season in 2006 with a world series berth on the line. Wainwright's curveball floating past him will forever be seared in my mind.  Sadly, his knee went out after that, and the Mets and their medical staff were too incompetent to handle it.  He did get some redemption to his final season, bouncing back to have a vintage season minus some speed.  The Mets were able to turn him into a young fireballer, Zack Wheeler, at the trade deadline, who hopefully will make his own appearance here some day. 

9. R.A Dickey

Unlike Wright, Dickey won't be a Met for 8 years and possibly not even for 8 days.  Still if you throw the world's coolest pitch and name your bats after fantasy novels, you deserve a spot on the list.

Dickey's career has always been interesting.  He was drafted by the Rangers who cut his bonus by 90% after realizing he didn't actually have a ligament in his arm.  Being a convention pitcher didn't quite work out, so he learned to throw the knuckle ball.  It took him nearly a decade of bouncing around from team to team, but he finally mastered it with the Mets.  Dickey winning the cy young this year is about as cool as baseball gets.

8. Turk Wendall.

I don't like players who take the game too seriously, but I love the ones who take their lack of seriousness  seriously.  Wendall hopped over baselines to get to the mound to avoid bad luck.  He wore the number 99 and signed a contract for $9,999,999.99, and would have played the final year for 99 cents if the player union would have allowed it.   He is also is the only person on the list that I've Met and have an autograph from.  He showed me how to throw a curveball.

7. David Cone

I was four the last time the Mets won the world series, and can't say I remember it.  My first memory is of the '88 team when  losing to a heavily underdog Dodgers squad*.  I'm not sure why David Cone became my first favorite Met.  It may have been his dominance as he went 20-3 that year.  Perhaps, I just associated his name with ice cream.  The mind of a 6 year old works in mysterious ways.  

*This should have been a warning sign.

6. Johan Santana

Omar Minaya was a terrible gm, but his persistence occasionally paid off.  He traded for Santana, a pitcher who gone from a freely available rule 5 draft pick to the best pitcher in the game, without giving up anything of value.  Santana was a good for a while, but blew out his shoulder and missed over a year rehabbing.  He came back last year though  and did something the Mets failed to do in their first 8,000 tries.

Along with the "miracle Mets", and "ya gotta believe", having never thrown a no-hitter has always been a part of Mets lore.  Sure they had plenty of great pitchers, but they all through no-hitters after leaving the team.  I wanted to see the streak end, but it needed to be style.  Watching on the mlb network as Santana*, having  battled back from a career threatening injury, no hit the cardinals, was a more than worthy epitaph.  It was also reminder that even if my passion occasionally wanes when the Mets struggle, it will always come back in time.     

*Along with his manager, Terry Collins, have a nervous breakdown about running up his pitch count  

5. Mike Piazza

I was walking home from the park when a kid told me the news.  It couldn't be true, could it?  Another kid confirmed it, but I didn't fully believe.  I ran home and turned on the WFAN, the way I got my news in those pre-internet days.  Mike Piazza had been dealt to the Mets.  They picked up one of my favorite players, a star in his prime.  A 62nd draft pick who had become the best hitting catcher in the history of the game.  The Mets were a contender now.  I don't think I've ever been more excited about a transaction.

Piazza was never quite as good as when he was a Dodger, but there were plenty of great moments.  The Mets got back to the world series. He hit a key home-run in the best game I've been to in person, a back and forth win against the Yankees when interleague play still had its novelty.  He had a 3 run shot to cap a huge rally against the Braves, and hit the first home-run in NY after 9/11.   All in all it was 105 million well spent.

4. Bobby Jones

There was a while where the Mets were not a very good at baseball.  Okay fine, a horrific train wreck of suckitude.  Besides being terrible, the team was old, expensive and unlikable.  Bobby Jones gave me someone to root for.  Someone who always won more than he lost, no matter how bad his teammates were.   Other than his rookie season, he never lost more games than he won for the Mets.  When he finally pitched in the playoffs in 2000, well past his sell by date, he threw a magnificent one hit shutout.

 

Now as it turns out if you look Jones up on baseball reference, he was never actually that good.  He was helped by a great pitching park, run support, and good luck.  He had a short and unimpressive peak.   But why would you trust baseball reference over my memory of his glory days?        

3. Jose Reyes

There is nothing complicated about liking Reyes; he is just fun to watch.  He  flies around the bases and the field, and always seems like he is having a blast.  It was a shame he went to the Marlins, but one can't really blame him given the Mets lack of effort to retain him.  I was hoping that there could be a reunion after the Marlins had their next fire sale, but sadly that implosion happened even faster this time around.  Still, I can look forward to running circles around the Yankees 19 times a year for the foreseeable future.   

2. Jeff Kent

I always was a bit of a contrarian growing up, which made Kent was my type of player.  Kent never quite fit in;  he said what was on his mind and did things his way.  He was a good player, but took a lot of blame for a team with a myriad of issues.  I was an overnight trip with camp Apollo when the deal sending him to Cleveland finally happened.   Kent went on to have a borderline hall of fame career, while the players the Mets got quickly imploded.   I was pleased that the Mets ended up getting that one dead wrong.        

1. David Wright

If you are building the perfect franchise player, Wright would be a good model.  He has been a Mets fan all his life, growing up near their triple A team.  He is likeable, humble, charitable, and a model citizen.  He is a five tool player, able to hit, field, run, and throw.   He wants to remain a Met for life, and proved it by signing an extension through 2020 last week.

 

The last six years have been terrible for Mets fans.  The next eight may not be much better, but at least they will have Wright.     

               

Back to School

I have this odd feeling.  I think it is being well rested.  If only daylight savings was a daily occurrence this whole work/school/life/sleep balance would go much smoother.

So business school.  Thus far, other than the sleep deprivation, I am really enjoying myself.  I am taking two classes accounting and organizational behavior.

Accounting is well accounting.  Some of it is new, but much of it are things I have learned before.  The professor has a very particular order of teaching things, which has limited correlation to their actual logical order.  The professor can be entertaining, but it is a dry subject taught in a lecture format and she has a tendency to repeat herself.  She does focus on the ability to read financial reports rather than create them, which is a worthwhile skill.  We are supposed to move more more into managerial accounting in the 2nd half of the class, so hopefully it will get more interesting.

The professor in the OB is great.  He repeatedly has told us to not care about grades, and only worry about learning*.  He is willing to adapt the class to the students and what is going with their lives.  He is obsessed with the concept of self awareness and teaches the class through that frame.  We have done numerous self assessments to learn more about our values, leadership, and skills.  It is the type of thing that requires buy-in from the class to work.  One of the very nice things about grad school is that everyone really wants to be there, so it does in fact work.  It has been valuable to have a better sense of self and talk about it with partners and groups in class.  Becky even is getting something out of this as I bring many of the exercises home.  She has been enjoying her vicarious MBA.

*I've had a little trouble with this as I wanted to actually try for good grades this time around.  Plus it is killing my competitive instincts. 

My classes all have the same 54 students, and will throughout my first year.  It is a fascinating and diverse group of people and it has been great to get to know them.   I'm not sure if all MBA classes are like this, or mine is just particularly personable bunch.  It is nice to have the support and encouragement of  group of people at similar points in their life.*  It is a good start to the next three years.

*Support comes most often at Cornwell's, the unofficial bar of B.U.

 

Break Time

In the course of keeping a blog updated, I ran into a slight problem.  See my laptop got a boo-boo.  The screen developed a crack and started oozing its inner contents. The screen now features a myriad of pretty colors, but the usability is bit on the low side.  I can plug it into the TV, but that is a little awkward for daily use.  And while I love my ipad, I haven't quite mastered the art of writing long rambling posts on it as of yet.  Therefore the Other Side has grown dormant.

I considered getting the laptop fixed, but the cost of having someone fix it isn't all that much less than replacing it.  I could do it myself, but unfortunately I am not quite as talented at fixing things as I am at breaking them.  Given that I was starting grad school soon, I went out and got a new one.

Buying a new laptop is always a difficult and stressful experience for me.  You remember that part about being good a breaking thing?  Small metal boxes filled with intricately laid out electronics is a specialty of mine.  Sadly laptops don't come certified as Joel proof.  You would thing that specs would include the processor speed after a laptop gets dropped a couple times, flipped thrice, and spilled upon, but alas they do not.  I'm left with a few options.  One is to get a Toughbook, a laptop built to hold up in a combat zone.  These however are exceedingly expensive, the price of several regular laptops.  Besides, while it may be able to withstand missile strikes, I present a whole 'nother challenge.  Another method is to go for really cheap laptops, assuming they will break anyway and I'll be replacing them soon.   This is rather annoying though and not necessarily cost effective.

I ended it up with U410 Lenovo Ultrabook which represents something of a midgrade.  Lenovo's are pretty sturdy* and this one features two hard drives a 500gb one for general use, a 32GB SSD designed to make your most common computer activities run really fast.  Plus it is a blue, so it has that going for too.  We shall see how it holds up.  In the meantime, I intend to resume our irregularly scheduled one way conversations.

*Though certainly not Joel proof.

The decision

I haven't had a lot of tough decisions in my life.  I chose my college haphazardly based on bad geography, randomness, the desire to start something completely new, and the process of elimination.  I decided to get a MBA because it helpful to do interesting stuff and make lots of money, and I want to do interesting stuff and make money.  I chose to apply to evening programs instead of full time programs because I had a job I was reasonably happy with.  I chose which schools to apply to based on what I could get into and what I could convenient get to without moving.  None of these were really that difficult to decide in the end.  I didn't expect choosing a school to be that difficult either.  I had a rough pecking order of which schools I wanted to attend, so it just mattered what I got in to.

Except Northeastern wanted to make things difficult.  They saw my profile and didn't process my application for the evening program, but rather strongly encouraged me to do their full time program*.  To the sweeten the offer they agreed to cover over 80% of the tuition, enough where quitting my job became a viable option.  All else being equal I would prefer to do a full time program.  All else isn't equal though, which leaves the dilemma.  The below are some of things that have been running through my head lately.

*I went to an evening MBA session at Northeastern where an admission's employee encouraged to ignore everything said about how much better evening programs are than full time programs.

Money:
Well, one school requires that I quit my job (or at least work only part time) and the other lets me keep my salary, but the monetary differential is actually not that clear. With BU I'll get some money a year from my job* but not enough to make a huge dent in the bill.  With Northeastern I'll have little to no income for the first year, but the vast majority of tuition will be covered.  Year two I'll have a 6 month paid internship at NE, which makes the finances more even.  Year three I'll have graduated NE and can make a MBA enhanced salary while at BU I'd still be working on a degree.  On the other hand BU has a significantly higher avg starting salary per graduate.  On the other other hand that number is for the full time program and doesn't necessarily apply to the full time degree.  You can start to see my problem here..

*The money from work actually gives an incentive to take as long as possible to finish.

Length:
One of the big factors in Northeastern's favor as a full time program will be over in two years, while a part time program will probably take three or four. 

Sanity:
One I'll be working full time and going to school on top of it.  The other one I'll mostly be a student.  I believe I can do the former without it disrupting my lifestyle too badly, but I'm almost positive that I'm wrong.  Certainly only being a student will allow for much lower stress level and a much higher ability to do things.

Location:
This is about even.  They are about equidistant from our apartment and from work.  This, however is the category that eliminated BC and I really didn't want to have to trek up there every week.

Facilities:
BU has a really nice gym.  Access to it may be the thing Becky is most excited about in terms of me going to grad school

Course options
Northeastern requires full time students to take one of three tracks, none of which I'm especially interested in, though you do get some freedom among them.  BU has more options and is more easily tailored to my interests.

Career change
This is generally easier in a full time program where you can full access to recruitment and can use the internship to get experience in a different field.  As I don't really want to securities lending forever this is a definite plus for NE.  

Recruitment process
Northeastern has been better in nearly every aspect.  I should probably not decide a school on which schools admission department I like better though.  Still BU being impersonal seems to be a fairly common complaint.

School quality:
I was disappointed with the quality of my undergraduate education.  I could have done better and while I don't regret going to Bradley, I don't want to make that mistake again.  While Northeastern is a fine school, I feel like if I go there I'll again be going to a school that is below my abilities*.   BU is more on the level of where I think I should be.  

*One of the nice things about having a blog is that you don't have to worry about being humble.

Quitting my job:
This tends to depend on the day.  I'll tell Becky now when I get home whether it was a Northeastern or a BU day.

Career
There seems to be a general feeling that full time programs are more respected than part time programs among employers.  However, there are definitely people who appreciate one's ability to balance the workload with working full-time

Network
Northeastern strength is that they have really good connections with employers.  They are mostly focused on the local market though.  BU seems to have the stronger national base.

And so on...  I have a week left to decide.  Feedback welcome.  Or perhaps a lucky coin?

Upcoming Events

The problem with 8 part posts is that one gets behind in posting actual life events.  It is going to be a busy few weeks.  Here is what is coming up.

Tomorrow is the fall application deadline for Boston University.  Thursday is the deadline for Northeastern and Suffolk.  Boston College deadline isn't until May 1.  These days are relevant as I'm applying to the evening MBA program of these schools.  Note that these are all Boston schools, and I will not be leaving the area any time soon.   The school I'm really hoping to go to though is the one that is best at googling my name.

Saturday is Draft Day for year 12 of Dove Hunting.   I'll spend the vast the majority of the day* sitting in front of a computer typing into a chat box.  I'm not sure that it is my favorite day of the year, but it as least in the discussion.  Bonus points for none of the day being spent in a hospital room with Becky this year.

*Last year the draft took about seven hours.  We made really good time.

Sunday we will host our monthly gaming activities.  We will also be celebrating either the color green, pi(e)s or perhaps just green pies. 

Some time next week I'm hoping to resume sessions of Risk Legacy. Legacy will get a full post at some point, but the short explanation is that your moves in the game have permanent affects on the game board.  Through the course of play you write and place stickers on the board and occasionally rip cards up.  It is like risk, but awesome.

The weekend after that I'll be heading off to Orlando to visit my sister and catch a couple Spring training game assuming I ever bother to buy a plane ticket.

Two weeks after that is the start of passover.  I'm going to try to host my first sedar for gentiles since my college days. 

There are also two puzzle events in April.  Boston Area Puzzle Hunters League on the 21th of April and DASH the weekend after.  I think I'll be able to partake in BAPHL and will be helping run DASH. 

A Weddings Adventure Part VI: Manhattan West Coast Style

We reluctantly left Mexico on Wednesday and made our way back to Los Estados Unidos.  This time we stayed at a Radison, which was a significant upgrade upon the Travellodge.  It even had a sleep number bed, which rectified my problem that hotel beds are always too hard.  From now on I'm going to have to try to always stay at a hotel that has one*.  Not feeling too adventurous, we ate dinner in the hotel restaurant, where I got steak which was easily better than any I had in Mexico. The meal reminded us both that we were back to American sized portions, and that we needed to carry wallets around again.

*Unless the hotel comes with a hammock.

Thursday was our one free day to roam the streets of Los Angeles.  Figuring out to spend a day in LA proved to be a bit of a logistical challenge.  Everything is spread out and expensive, and neither of us had any great interest in the trappings of Hollywood.  We ended up finding a $5 all day trolley that connected various hotels including ours to a few tourist destinations.

The first stop on the trolley was Manhattan beach, where at least some of the local rich and famous live.*     There was a pathway with various local shops along it.  Up a street on one side were colorful houses that cost more than we are likely to make in the next few decades.  On the other side was the boardwalk, beach and ocean. We ate lunch at a bakery that offered enormous sandwiches and delicious mini cupcakes for dessert.  There was also a cute independent bookstore whose kind is rarely seen anymore. We went down the boardwalk and watched the surfers for a while. This allowed me to explain the entertaining art of watching people fall to Becky.  There was a pier that led to a free aquarium, but it was closed.

 

*For example there dwells Nomar Garciaparra and Mia Hamm who Becky's grandmother asked us to stalk on her behalf.

Becky and Honey on the pier

Next up was the Manhattan village, which turned out to just be a fairly generic mall.   We wandered around for a while in the various chains that can be found in most similar places, We ate some barbeque for dinner, the good kind where they have paper towels on the tables.  Then we went to see the Muppet movie*, which seemed like a very LA thing to do. 

*The night did have a striking resemblance to what my friend Rich's idea of heaven must be.

A Weddings Adventure Part V: Wedding in Paradise

We weren't just in Mexico to rest and relax in the sun.  We had important business to attend to.  We had to go to a wedding*

*On the beach, where we could rest and relax in the sun.

As we were getting dressed we started hearing music coming from the beach.  This was unnerving as we were concerned we were going to miss the ceremony.  We finished up and rushed down the hundred or so steps to get down to the beach.  It turns out, Jason, a groomsman, was just warming up his guitar, and we were amongst the first to arrive.

Paddy, our flight companion, was standing by the canopy, with an iPad in toe.  You see an iPad is not merely a device for taking funny pictures, but it can also be used to store text, say for a wedding ceremony.  Yes, Paddy wasn't merely in the wedding, he was presiding over it.

There were about 45 people at wedding.  Most were people from Alaska or the pacific northwest who worked in fishing in some capacity.  We were part of the Boston gamers*contingent.

*That is how everyone in their families knew us.  The Boston people who played games.

The groom and his groomsmen lined up and waited for the bridesmaids to descend the steps.  The bridesmaids wore sage dresses along with necklaces and earrings that Becky had designed.  As they made their way across the straw mats and reached Bo, he gave each one a high five.  Then Lia came down, accompandied by her father, and wearing a dress* that both of her mother and grandmother had worn before when they walked down the aisle.  No high five for her though, guess she wasn't special enough.

*Altered by Becky and Ellen, who had to take apart some parts that were ripping earlier in the day.

Paddy's ceremony was closer to a best man's speech then a traditional ceremony.  He talked about how Bo was like a big brother and how Lia was always perfect for Bo. Lia's dad, Eric, handled the more spiritual part of the ceremony.  He, being more of a traditionalist, read off of a laptop. They also included some personal touches.  They took sand from their Alaskan home and combined in with the sand on the beach to symbolize how they are now forever twined.

Bo and Lia wrote their own vows and managed to do it without seeming hokey, an impressive feat.  Bo promised to get a dog and occasional go for a morning run or do yoga, along with the love and cherish parts.  When Lia was done she stuffed her cue cards into Bo's pocket.  They exchanged rings, the groom's ring having been found in Mexico for $10 at a flea market. "By the power vested in me by absolutely no one," Paddy pronounced them husband and wife.  They proceeded with a kiss that I'm not sure has ended yet.

The party took place later on a patio upstairs.   The resort chose the DJ, which resulted in some interesting entertainment selections.  For instance, they set up a screen which featured MTV style music videos.  But don't think it wasn't personal, as Bo's and Lia's names were plastered on the screen, superimposed on whichever video was being played*

*We spent much time trying to figure out which one was Lia and which was Bo.

The best man, Logan, gave a toast, followed by Lia's brother Micha and Lia's dad*, and  .. On 2nd thought it would probably just be quicker to name the people who didn't give toasts, as there were over a dozen toasts.

*Eric talked about the time where Bo didn't realize that he was in the car and accidentally mooned him.

We sat next to some friends of Lia's from Seattle who she thought we might get along with*  The food wasn't particularly memorable other than some delicious cheese filled rolls.  Some of items did reappear in the restaurant in later days as part of their waste not philosophy.


*What you just bought Through the Ages?  Yes I am familiar. 

Micha stole the dance floor.  His technique would best be described as a robot with rhythm.  There were also a group of locals partying with us as well.  While in Mexico, Lily, Lia's sister, had become smitten with a guy she met.  Bo and Lia ended up inviting him and three of his friends to partake in their festivities.  Not to be outdone, Paddy, changed into a speedo and returned to the dance floor.  He then proceeded to lift to his girlfriend*, Anna, up, carry her to the pool, and jump in.  Having done his adult duty for the day, he was free to reign wild.

*Now fiance as he proposed later in their Mexico stay.  After Anna didn't object to being thrown into a pool in a dress there was little chance she would say no.