Cutnpaste: – Ike Davis, Justin Turner, Jose Reyes, ST, Boys of Summer



While the team has some youth in Reyes, Wright and Pagan, their number of potential stars with many years of cost control remaining hovers around one. That one player is Ike Davis, and he’s the key to their fortunes beyond this year – and also the subject of much debate and consternation.


Justin Turner:


Mets player of the game – Justin Turner is hoping to get a utility job with the Mets. His single in the sixth kept alive a 3-run rally and he drove in a run in the seventh on a double. He was on deck in the ninth when Russ Adams grounded out to end the game.



Jose Reyes is not going to be a Met next year. This is not credited to sources or people familiar with the situation. Just to common sense. OK, perhaps there is a 5-percent chance Reyes will return, but that probably would take both a new owner who could afford to pay him and a new general manager who values to a higher degree what Reyes does best. Pretty much any other scenario makes Reyes the new Carmelo Anthony — he either is going to be moved before the trade deadline or sign somewhere else as a free agent. I spoke to five non-Mets executives and asked where they thought Reyes would be in 2012 and not one said the Mets. An NL GM synthesized the group’s thinking, saying, Reyes staying a Met “would be a huge shock.”




This is spring training’s engine, humming precisely the same way in 29 other camps. Bus rides and baseball games, all hurtling along on a six-week sprint to opening day. Some managers move languidly through February and March, like Joe Torre used to. Others sweat the days, the minutes, even, always with something to prove. That’s the world Collins lives in. It’s both a blessing and a curse, being so addicted to adrenaline. Collins was fired in his two previous gigs precisely because he had too little Torre in him – too intense, too angry after losses, hopelessly out of touch as his players’ respect for him dried up.


Boys Of Summer:

I’ll never forget the winter of 1947. Because of the Dodgers’ plan to sign Jackie Robinson as the first African-American in the majors, we avoided Florida and spent training camp in Havana. This was the great postwar Brooklyn team of Pee Wee Reese, Dixie Walker, Pete Reiser and Hugh Casey. Our manager was the indomitable Leo Durocher. Gil Hodges was back from a long stint in the Marines. He was our second-string catcher. (We were a year away from recruiting Roy Campanella.) It was Gil who introduced me to a rookie from Compton, Calif. “Ralphie,” Gil said, “meet Duke Snider.”


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