August 1, 2014
Barbecue State of Mind
Soccer and Stank
Return to Yankee Stadium by Jordan Shusterman
Brooklyn Game Notes by Jake Mintz
It was Irish Heritage Night at the ballpark, which made for some very unusual moments. Upon entry to the park we were each given an Irish Heritage Night jersey, which looks just as absurd as you think. The color of it is simply the worst color; it looks like gold poop, or a better analogy. Here’s a picture of me wearing the jersey looking like an idiot.
After receiving our new prison uniforms, we were lucky enough to be subjected to the culture of Ireland, if the culture of Ireland is a bunch of dressed up Brooklyn kids dancing to The Dropkick Murphys. If all this wasn’t absurd enough, a leprechaun named Scotty threw out the first pitch. He’s probably a bullpen arm.
We might have to dress like it from time to time, but we are certainly not scouts. We know a bit about scouting and player development and do our best to read as much about it as we can, but to say that we are experts in analyzing minor leaguers would be a lie. So when two idiots like us can go to a minor league game and instantly recognize a player who is clearly a touch above his competition, you know that player is worth keeping an eye on. We saw three at-bats from Mets shortstop prospect Amed Rosario last night and he looked really freakin’ awesome. In his first at-bat, he blistered a single up the dingle, showcasing impressive bat speed and a considerably clean swing. In bottom of the fifth, Rosario drilled a fastball to the wall in deep right-center for a triple. Brighten up, Mets fans; you have a new toy to be irrationally excited about.
The Mets’ 2014 first round pick, outfielder Michael Conforto, was built like a linebacker, but not necessarily a good linebacker. If Rudy filled out his frame, grew an inch or two, and put some meat on his legs, he would be built like Michael Conforto. We didn’t see enough of Conforto at the plate (we were getting food during two of his at-bats), but he made a laser beam throw from the wall in left to nab a guy at third. I’m looking forward to having my phone auto-correct Michael Conforto to Michael Comfort in the years to come.
We left after the top of the sixth, but not before Auburn scored literally all of the runs; fourteen of them to be exact. When a major-league game gets out of control you can take solace in the fact that these are the best players in the world and boy can they ever hit. When you’re watching a short-season-league game go AWOL, all you can do is sit there and appreciate how good Mike Trout is at baseball.
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