Au revoir, R.A. Dickey
I know, I know: a new post on metsgrrl.com. It’s been a year of sadness and despair and disappointment and just plain nothing-ness on the baseball front. I went to Europe, I wrote a book, and did a lot of other things with my money besides spend it on the New York Mets. A terrible baseball ennui took hold of me in 2012 and very few things took me out of it.
One of those things was R.A. Dickey. He was a reason I considered spending money on Mets tickets. He was a reason I sat and watched or listen to a game. As Read The Apple often said, “R.A. Dickey: Because every five days, we don’t suck!” He was intelligent and kind and thoughtful and although everyone kind of held their breath waiting for the shoe to drop, and for him to beat the crap out of his father in law or have sex on a golf course or date 17 year old girls or do something, anything that you would expect a professional athlete to do, he didn’t do any of those things. He wrote a book, he talked about Faulkner, and he made us proud to be Mets fans.
And then the Mets felt the need to denigrate him as they traded him up to Toronto. Which is standard operating procedure. This organization thinks that the fans are stupid, and that we can’t see through everything they do and everything they try to spin and everything they try to position. They have not yet realized that it is 2012 and there is so much transparency there is nowhere for them to hide any more. And when I say “they” I mean “the Wilpons.”
“People have sent me the articles about not being a good clubhouse guy and my response to that is go ask my teammates. Are there quotes around and has anybody come out saying R.A. is a bad teammate?” he said. “I don’t know if `smeared’ is the right word. I think I just feel sad about it. … It seemed beyond coincidence.”
If you don’t live here and you aren’t subjected to the 24/7 barrage of negativity from the media, you can’t understand what it’s like to finally have someone worth rooting for. He was a good guy objectively, subjectively, analytically, in any kind of old-fashioned and sabermetric sense. I understand the potential of the prospects we got in trade, but it’s tough to weigh potential against one of the few things that made your team worth watching. I don’t know why that’s hard to appreciate. (I also don’t know why I’m bothering to explain it to cranky jerks who just want you to view baseball the way they view baseball, either. Sorry about that.)
It’s been tough to write about baseball when the thing that you do is go to games and write about going to games, and you don’t go to games. But I miss writing about baseball and I’m going to try to figure out how to do it without making every post a litany of current sins against the Wilpons. But it’s difficult; they are charging too much money, and I am tired of sitting in the Promenade (or might be less tired if the seats were more attractively priced). It’s no accident that the few games I did make it to in 2012, I sat on the field level or in the Caesar’s Club (all purchased on StubHub, of course). At this rate, I have zero enthusiasm for the All Star Game at Citi Field (which is another post for another time). It’s like they want us to hate them as much as possible.