I kinda liked Dicky Lovelady (57) in his maiden Met appearance–there wasn’t much else to like that night other than another Met debut for Frankie Montas–but Dicky was immediately designated for assignment after that Tuesday Night debacle so that Jonathan Pintaro could his place. I kinda liked Pintaro too even as he couldn’t close the door with a six-run lead he was right there with the rest of the bullpen, walking the first guy he saw. But I liked his wavy blonde hair, his gigantic butt and his short trunk.
Pintaro showed up rocking No. 91, but he’s gone too. In his place is Austin Warren, who I’d already forgotten was here already this year, and briefly conflated with Adam Warren, the former Yankees reliever. This guy’s different somehow. Wears No. 44.
Frankie Montas is in his customary 47. Hayden Senger in his customary 30.
On the subject of gigantic butts, Austin Warren saves the Mets’ collective ass and gets a bus ticket to Syracuse for his trouble. No good deed goes unpunished.
On a happier note, according to Mets.com, new arrival Colin Poche will be rocking #83. The inventory of unused numbers continues to dwindle.
I like big butts and I cannot lie