In what was probably the lamest-looking Met injury since Mike Piazza ruptured a groin on an inside pitch in 2003, Ike Davis hit the disabled list today with what officials are calling an ankle sprain and bone bruise suffered while waiting for a pop fly to come down from the sky the other night. Couldn't he have have gotten hurt diving into the stands or legging out a triple like a real jock? Whatever else is wrong with the Mets these days, Ike wasn't ever part of the problem and his absence, even if it's only for a few weeks, is going to hurt whatever expectations you had for the Mets. Fernando Martinez, who isn't currently injured, was recalled to take his place and reportedly in Denver in his No. 26 jersey.
In case you didn't see it, revealing article by the incomparable Paul Lukas of ESPN today examining the tossed-off manner with which the Mets adopted the ugly black uniforms they've been wearing for 13 years now. By all means read the article but don't let me spoil the secret that it was motivated by a combination of greed and Yankee paranoia, poorly thought through, and carelessly executed. Given the fact that the man seemingly most responsible for this debacle was arrested the other day and charged with stealing from his bosses — you can't get away with that in Flushing anymore — and otherwise brought shame and disrepute to the organization given his alleged involvement in an illegal sports gambling operation, you'd think the Mets would move to distance themselves from the literal and figurative darkness the whole black jersey represents, but the Mets never learn.
My friend and frequent MBTN contributor Paul the other day suggested he was rooting for Francisco Rodriguez's option to kick in with the idea that it could represent the obligation that triggers the Wilpon's ultimate financial ruin and forces them to the selling block and poorhouse. He wasn't joking and I'm beginning to see the light myself.