Cy And Bye And Sigh

So I haven't paid any attention to baseball in months and look what happens. Apparently back in December the Mets traded last year's knight in shining armor, R.A. Dickey to the Bluejays for some these dudes up above. That and some other collateral damage. Flip-flopping a young catcher and a washed up catcher for a younger and a washer upper catcher as well, but I guess Thole had to go because ain't no one else catching that wicked Cy Young knuckle ball. So now they got Reyes and Dickey up in Canada. Lucky ducks. Lucky geese.

We get a couple of fine young men in D'Arnaud & Syndergaard, a catcher and a pitcher, but we let go of the only thing that had 90% of the Mets fans watching games after the All-Star break last year...

...c'mon now. I'm gonna have to route for Toronto now.

R.A. Is The C.Y.

Wow! I did not follow the second half of their miserable season, but I did hear murmurings of how well Dickey pitching and I did catch his final few starts of the season, seeing him win his 20th game (a feat most statisticians deemed "improbable" in the modern era) and felt a undeserved sense of pride in simply sticking with my team. I read he is the first knuckleballer to ever win the honor of Cy Young award and to make the fairytale ever more fairy-like, two years ago Dickey was cut from the Mets, the 38 year old thinking his career may be over. Fast forward to 2012 and this happens. Who knows what's next. The Mets fan in me says come back and do it again. The human side says, say 'thanks for the memories", ride off into the sunset, and rest that wobble.

R.A. = 20 / Yuula = 103.1

RA just won 20 games, probably the only silver lining in a season that has seemed to evaporated since the No-han. So that was nice.

In other news, Yuula just woke up from an unscheduled nap, and she's on fire.