If spring training was a time for hope, Opening Day is a time for belief. So go ahead. Believe.
No one can guarantee it will ever happen. These are the Mets, after all. But the foundation exists. The Yanks have left the door wide open.
Judging by recent events, the Yanks may have to come to the understanding that their $22 million PED albatross may provide more of a boost than they ever thought possible.
Another good pass rusher will make that reunited CB tandem of Revis and Cromartie look even better. If it translates into winning, Jets fans might even forgive for not getting the QB at all costs.
Dellin Betances has looked no where near the flamethrower who made the All-Star team as David Robertson’s setup man. And Andrew Miller has had just a so-so spring.
If the Mets expect to be relevant this year, Matt Harvey will pitch plenty of pressure games. Opening Day is not one of them. It’s just one of 162.
The Giants did Peyton Hillis a big favor when they cut him. They gave him a chance to preserve his brain by taking away the one incentive — dollars — that keeps players coming back.
Don’t play them. Don’t sign them. Don’t even answer their agents’ phone calls. It’ll never happen. The teams don’t care, not really. Not when it gets in the way of a winning record.
There are bad breaks, and then there are bad breaks. Some just make it harder to win. Others destroy teams.
He’s not as sexy as Revis, for sure. But sometimes the smaller offseason moves can affect a unit as profoundly as the big ones.
Names alone don’t win games, and the ones Joe Girardi will write on the lineup card are mostly old, some recovering, others waiting for the injury shoe to drop and ruin their seasons.
It’s time to crawl out from the onerous shadow of Idzik. Assuming Revis comes free, get him, if only to offer real hope for 2015.
“I dominated when I played. There was nobody better at my position. Nobody.” Actually, Simeon, there was. His name is Michael Strahan.
If the old man ever heard the new-age, “I’m OK, you’re OK” stuff coming out of Yankees co-owner Hal Steinbrenner’s mouth lately, he’d blow his top.
A large man with a “bum knee,” as the 305-pound lefty called it, can’t help but run into trouble down the line. It is almost inevitable.