During the Memorial Day weekend of 2000, Rey Ordonez sustained a season-ending injury when he fractured a bone in his body during a play at second base. That play was one of my biggest thrills as a Met fan.For some time now, it had become obvious to me that nothing short of a stroke or a heart attack to this feeble ninny was going to remove Rey from the lineup. Nothing else. Not those seven bouncers that barely made it to the pitcher's mound. Not those uncatchable crazy spinning foul balls that would land somewhere between the opposing catcher and first baseman. Not even Rey's tour de force showcase of batting ineptitude that this creep displayed in the 1999 NLCS, when he singlehandledly kept the Mets from beating the Braves by going like 1 for a zillion or something, thus postponing the first ever Mets - Yanks Subway Series by one whole season.
Was this guy the worst hitter you ever saw? I mean like in your whole lifetime? Let's qualify this. Sure there were hitters worse, or at least just as bad. But a guy like Esix Snead, he gets to the majors, and is so bad that he's back on the bench in about as quick a time as it takes him to whiff on three Kerry Wood fastballs. So there are bad hitters out there. Except that they don't get to use up 3000 at bats.
Want some more memories? Remember how this waste would get to play in like 20 games in a row and then would have a fit because Bobby V would give him a day off? He'd throw such a fit that you'd think he was Lou Gehrig himself, come back from the dead to belt 55 HR's for the Mets, which as you all know is impossible. Rey couldn't hit 55 HR's even if he played 55 years. And he'd be old by the end so even that's iffy.
Anyway, it would get so bad, what with his whining and all that Bobby V would have to resort to resting Rey on a day when Piazza or Olerud (real players, Rey!) also got the day off. Now I have no way of proving what I'm about to say because I'm only a fan and with no connections to Met personnel, but I'd swear that Rey was purposely rested on days when Piazza or Olerud, or both, were also rested so that when Rey threw his eventual ninny fit over being rested and not being able to get to play in 5000 games in a row as if he was the next Gehrig, well when he said that, ol' Bobby V would just say, "Hey Rey, Piazza also has the day off. So does Olerud. I'm resting all the stars. And you're a star. All the stars get the day off today. Don't you wanna be a star? You don't see Tom Seaver satarting today, either."
Anyway, I would secretly pray before every Met game that Rey would break his arm or something being that that's what I figured on it taking to get the stiff out of the lineup. Short of a heart attack which I wasn't going to wish for on account of that ain't right and I wouldn't wish a heart attack on anyone, not even the Met I hate the most, even more so than Bobby Bonilla who should read a copy of "How to Win Friends and Influence People". Well, he did break his arm and didn't get a heart attack.
Once I brought a banner to Shea Stadium that said "Pinch-Hit". I held it up in the bottom of the second inning when Rey led off that inning.