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Friday, April 20, 2007
Can this rivalry be saved?
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
I admit it. The thrill is gone.
Hating the Queens just isn’t as much fun as it used to be.
Remember how it was back in the good old days when the NYJV Squad was that preening pack of bad old Mets who talked the talk and walked the walk? The “walk” being the one That Other Team in the Big Apple used to take early in October as they cleaned out their lockers while the Braves racked up the NL East pennants?
Bobby C. vs. Bobby V. The incessant bleating of “LAAAAA-reeeee!” by people who couldn’t score Yankees tickets and had to settle for seats at Shea. They apparently had no clue that “Chipper” wasn’t our third baseman’s REAL first name until 1999. Mike Piazza’s prize man-mullet that morphed into bleached blonde Billy Idol hair horror. Those mental chess matches former Braves coach Pat Corrales played with ex-Mets reliever Dennis “I’ve Never Ever EVER Roughed Up A Baseball No I Have Not EVER EVER And My HAND JUST SLIPPED ALL OVER THE LITTLE RED STITCHES IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, OK, JEEEEZ?!!!” Cook. [sigh] Where is the love?
There are lots of new Pinstriped Pinheads on the JV roster now: Los Carloses (Beltran and Delgado); that Jose Reyes guy who bugs me in the same way that Joakim Noah bugs me — because “quirky goofball” starts wearing thin when you’re a real adult; Paul Lo Duca, who switches team allegiance with the regularity that other guys change their boxers; Tom Glavine, who I wish had signed with any other team if not us; and the Cover Boy himself, David “Mr.” Wright, who’s been more efficient in the past at fielding marriage proposals from bridge-and-tunnel girls than any hot corner grounders zipping his way. And I can’t muster up a real “love to hate him” attitude towards Willie Randolph. Bobby V. was… well… just THAT kind of guy.
Who knows? Maybe these new Queens are just one inside pitch away from the threatening finger-point that rekindles the old flame. But as for getting REALLY turned on at the thought of hating Mr. Wright and these Amusin’s the way I used to venomously loathe Bobby V. and the Boys? Well…
Not tonight. I have a headache.
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