Today is a sad day for many girls... and boys... from the Western World: Mike Piazza has announced that he is getting married. The bride: stunning brunette, Alicia Rikter, former Baywatch babe and Playboy Centerfold. Between Mrs. Benson and the new Mrs. Piazza, well, is it any wonder why major players want to sign with the Mets?Piazza, matinee idol, greatest-hitting catcher ever, brought style, sparkle, star quality, and even a couple postseasons to Metsville. For a time, he, perhaps more than anyone else, made rooting for the Mets respectable. And given that the Yankees were winning pennant after pennant at the time, we really needed him.
But he is not called The Poser for nothing. Just think of how many more runs and RBIs he would have had had he simply ran it out down the first-base line. And how successful the Mets would have been had his teammates not followed his lead. In fact, we would have beaten the Yanks in the 2000 Subway Series had they not styled so much on the base-paths. I honestly believe that.
And he has no position. He's a catcher by default, although I've heard that he calls a good game. Yeah, it was tough to swallow him making the failed move to 1B the adventure that it was. But, all told, he just couldn't field that position. Or any other. In 1999 and 2000, his deficiencies behind the plate were camoflagued by an awesome infield. Since then, they have been revealed for all the world to see.
Was he really worth $90 million? Well, no ballplayer is. But, when all is said and done, the positives do outweigh the negatives by a considerable margin. I just wish the Mets had not been so damn painful to watch from the Subway Series on. But since Piazza sparked the team like no one else beforehand, and since he seems to have NOT a part of the Leiter/Franco fraternity, I cannot hold him too responsible. At times, I admired him so much that I changed my facial hair whenever he changed his. And his behavior after 9/11 was admirable, as are many of his statements re American society. A flawed superstar, perhaps, but a superstar all the same. One of the select handful of truly likable Mets of all time. I hope he goes into Cooperstown as a Met.
My favorite Piazza memory? At the plate, with Mora on third, final regular game of the 1999 season. Clontz throws a wild pitch. MORA SCORES! Pandemonium on the field and in the stands. And Piazza was so locked in, so deeply focused on his at-bat... that he didn't realize the game was over! It was such a beautiful moment. And I was there! Cheering like a madman and hugging strangers. That's why they play and we watch.