By Reuben Mitrani

The worst thing happening for the game of baseball is the big market to small market divide, a problem that is affecting baseball far more negatively than steroids. While steroids is a problem that by a casual observer cannot always be noticed (sometimes it is even ignored), the divide between larger market teams such as the New York Yankees; New York Mets; Boston Red Sox; and Los Angeles Dodgers, and smaller market teams such as the Baltimore Orioles; Minnesota Twins; or Oakland Athletics cannot be overlooked.

The game of baseball has become so rich and the players are looking for a larger piece of the pie. This sounds fine, but the best players are beginning to require contracts so large that no small market teams can possibly afford them. This causes teams like the Twins, Orioles, or Athletics to trade away their talent before it comes time to pay the big bucks. This is seen in this winter's four biggest trades; Miquel Cabrera and Dontrelle Willis to the Tigers for 6 prospects; Dan Haren to the D-Backs for a bundle of prospects; Johan Santana to the Mets for four prospects; and the soon be finalized Erik Bedard trade to the Mariners for prospects. The teams trading these players away cannot afford to pay them, and this creates a severe divide in opportunity for the teams with less money.

Major League Baseballl needs to do something about this problem. While I am not insinuating that they should install a salary cap, perhaps they should put a cap on maximum player contracts. The Player's Union would never agree to this though, leaving immediate options bleak for small market teams.

I am not saying that the Mets should not have paid Johan Santana, nor that the Yankees have paid Alex Rodriguez, I am simply recognizing that there is a problem in the game of baseball that is going seemingly unnoticed and some sort of attention needs to be given to it. As Mets fans, we are fortunate enough to be on the winning side of this problem, but that means that there is all the more reason to help raise awareness towards a solution. If the Mets win the National League East and the World Series this year, will Braves and Phillies fans use our far superior budget as an excuse? Maybe. Is it unfair for the Mets to take advantage of their superior resources? No. Is it fair for the Twins to have to allow their best two players to leave this season because of a lack of sufficient funds? Absolutely not.

This problem could possibly be solved by increasing the luxury tax in baseball. This and further increases in revenue sharing, would help to level the playing field in baseball. Until the owners agree on such terms, this problem in baseball will not go away and may possibly get worse with even bigger budget free agents hitting open-market next winter.

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By Abby Mudd

It hit me again this morning, as I walked outside, this time for real. It was sunny and there was a gentle breeze in the air. There was a crisp fall smell in the sky and there was only thing today could be, October. For those of us who live and die by 162 games, 9 innings, and 3 strikes. We knew what time it was, the time for the game's most magnificent to play under the bright lights of a stadium, with miles of fans in a sea of the teams colors floating backwards endlessly, and the distinctly recognizable smell of excitement blowing around with the bright colored leaves on autumn's most glorious night. New York's most beloved team was head to the climax of every baseball fans dream, October baseball, the playoffs.

Except----wait, it then occurred to me sure as day for the first time, in perhaps a definitively clarative state, that my boys of summer, the bringers of spring, were the knights of October, no longer, not this year at least. I mean after all it is hard to believe, a team with such talent, could blow a seven game lead with fourteen left to play. This statistic seems unfortunately epic and unthinkable. And just barely 24-hours after this has occurred, it is still impossible to fathom in my mind, that this indeed reality. It is not some fan fiction creation, nor is it a figment of my worst and most dark nightmares. This is real, and it is no fairytale of any means. My beloved New York Mets, who did by the way, take up a carefully calculated 63 cumulative days of my time, in a 6 month period, had once again did the seemingly impossible. And this time, not in a good way. Against last place teams, They blew it. Dropped it. Sucked it up. I could go on, but I'll spare myself and you. Vanished was their almost guaranteed division title. That's when I realized, and perhaps one of the things our Mets forgot--in life there are no guarantees, and no game is over till the final out.

As a child growing up in "Red Sox Nation", I often heard, "They will break your heart, kid" And of course they weren't talking about future relationships, at least not that of the traditionally romantic kind, and they weren't even talking about the Mets, at least not specifically. Having the memory of the 86 Mets, pass by the time I started to get into baseball, things weren't so great for the Mets. I did not know what, older generations meant to me when talking by the Mets, when they said, They will break your heart sweetheart, and sometime it will hurt more than you can possibly imagine.". I remember the time, a man who probably in 20s said this to me, at a rest stop when I was about 8, and I was enthusiastically talking about the Mets to some person or another. Being, a sully little 8 year old that I was, I replied, "No they won't!". After all, at this point the Mets didn't had many exceptions to live up to anyways. "You'll learn in time, you'll learn in time", he said to me. "You'll see", the "old" Met fan, said to me. I would later learn, in baseball like in life, the game of of playing with no expectations doesn't last, once you start succeeding and once the your team starts winning.

And so, it would be a few years, later. I'd learn. 1998. That year seems ironic to me today, of course. And probably for those of you who remember, what that season entailed, of course, it wasn't nearly as bad, but losing to the Expos, and missing the post season by one game, wasn't the easiest thing to live through. And in 1999, it taught me about the post season for the first time. What a great place it was to be in the glowing nights of October baseball, a full moon over the stadium, a thirst for victory in the air. Robin Ventura's grand slam single, still has a loving place in my heart and even though we lost to Braves, the excitement of it all, made it okay. Still, when it ended in six games, and my eyes began to collect with tears, I knew there was a hope of a next year. And I learned for the first time the meaning of, "There's always next year, kid". And what it really meant.


And 2000, brought, what was my mine, and probably many of my readers first world series. Siting 4 rows behind first bass as a Met fan, in Yankee Stadium, during game one, and after the Mets loss,, and objects of debris became following other Met fans around in snow like flurries, around me tears began to fall down my face. A boy just a few years older than me, turned around and said to me, "There's no crying in baseball." And indeed, I'd heard it before. Yet, after they lost the series. I ripped down, in my 11 year old angst, all the Mets stuff from my wall, which soon made it's way into the waste basket. After that I sunk into a baseball slump, something only which time and lots of wins would heal. And after that I got use to losing. The next spring, I faced the season with no hope. No tears were shed because disappointing acquisitions, errors, lose after lose after lose, and basement seasons were becoming second nature to being a Met fan again. And when you listened to every game, and they one three games that week, it was, well a damn good week. And you were happy, probably happier then you were at pretty much any point in the last thirty days. As the Red Sox gained more wins around me, I stuck with true orange and blue. Despite the fact, it was still a miracle when they won a game. Mike Piazza and Rey Ordonez, figures of my childhood and childhood heroes to me, were getting old and tired. But I, myself, was growing too old for heroes, and now I was thirsting for wins. After all, saying I loved the Mets was getting embarrassing, especially as the people around you became more and more knowledgeable about the sport. It's hard enough being a girl who likes sports sometimes, and it's even harder when you team royally sucks.

And in 03, I saw hope for there was talks of a young Dominican shortstop, who loved the game, who played with talent and spark and pep. And there was talks in the future, of a man named Scott Kazmir. Of course, we don't even need to go there, at least not now, we all know how it ends.

Of course in 2005, I had hope for a good season, at least a little. In fact, if I remember, I had my hope in Jose Reyes. Yet the 2005 season was a roughly painful one. I remember two years ago to this day, a Mets fan, I have long since lost touch with. Told me, "Don't worry next year is ours. And for a long time after that as well. We are having our glory years. Don't worry. Parades are around the corner" and I believed him. And sure enough, 2006 came and he was right. I feel into a deeper love affair with the New York Mets than I ever had before. The New York Mets filled up my soul with the hope of a spectacular season. And they delivered. The very vigor of the team invigorated me. And sure as the day, the Mets rolled right into the playoffs. Their youthfulness, and their shear love for the game was evident to all who watched them even those who despised them. I started to love winning, my Met fan pride was everywhere. I'd tell anyone who'd listen to me. I loved the boys of Queens, and they loved us, their fans. And even though, I don't need to go into the events of game 7, right now, I don't think my fragile tainted soul can take it anymore. But as our October dreams ended, something in my heart reminded me. It was going to be okay, after all as long as the seasons change, a new season of baseball was just around the corner.

I am not lying when I say the first day of the season, I signed my heart away to the Mets. I gave myself fully and completely to them. I remember the first day of the season, like it was yesterday. If I could back to that day now, I'd probably stop myself to be honest. The last 6 months have flew by, and the Mets have become somehow related to every part of my life. For this year, they became every part of my life. For this year, they became my own. I started to feel like part of the team, in a way. I mean at this point, I'd like to believe, after some of the performances I saw, I cared about them more they than they cared about the game themselves. Their wins equaled my happiness, and their losses equaled anger and unhappiness for me. Of course it's always been this way, after all I sold them my soul and heart on the first of April, and it was all right. For awhile at least.

Yet then, something happened, and still I am not sure how it happened. Well, you see, the Mets started playing like I live my life, I hate to say. Half-assing my way through life, I have such a mind, yet I never have opened a book to study in years. When they said, we are so talented we get bored. It reminded me of myself. When you think you have a lock, you get lazy. And when I saw the Mets starting to play, like I live I got scared. I am honestly ashamed to say, that I live sometimes like they play. Yet I see it, I understand how they did it, your so confident in yourself you don't even bother. And that is how they lose to last place teams. And that is how I fail classes. That's why right now, instead of writing the essay part of my exam on public policy, I am writing about the Mets. It seems that Mets have a lot more in common with me today than I ever thought. I think inside of all of us, a part of us, just wants to say, (and forgive me for swearing), fuck it. Let's be lazy. Let's not work our hardest, and let's just slide for a little bit. Of course this is not an excuse for anything. Over the years I have learned a lot about life via baseball. And perhaps this right there, is the most important for me, and perhaps for everyone yet. Just because something is easy, if you lay and down and not even try, and play without spirit no matter how talented you are, or how smart you are, at the end of the day you are going to lose, everything you have. That's how the Mets blew the 7 game lead, and that's how I failed all my classes sophomore year of high school, even though I graduated from college at 18, I know my failures and not giving 100%, cost me my admission to an Ivy League university. Just like the Mets, being lazy, because they get bored, cost them the playoffs. It cost me too, and it costs all of us.
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by Adam Rossi

After a week full of cussing that would make the Osbourne household look like an abbey, throwing of inanimate objects across a room, and numerous haymakers to innocent pillows I re-introduced myself to a feeling that I hadn't felt since October 23rd of last year. A feeling of pure heartache, like the kind you get when you realize a great relationship is about to come to an end. Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. Any break that could have helped didn't happen. The signs were all there; a ball rolling down the third base line only to stop right near the foul line, looking up and slapping every Mets player and fan in the face. A call by an umpire on an unnecessary play to end the game and negate what could have been the tying run. A monumental comeback that seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye. These signs all pointed to one thing...it's over. It didn't matter whether the Mets were still in first place or not, things did not look good.

It was a feeling I had felt countless times before. The same feeling I had back in 1999, after being swept by the Braves in a key September series leaving the Mets in a deep hole. Or when the NLCS rolled around and the Mets were quickly on the wrong side of a 3 games to 0 series. Or again in Game 5 of that same series when the Braves took a lead in the 14th inning. Then again the very next night, when the Braves got off to a quick 5-0 then 7-2 lead. The same feeling I had last year as I watched Yadier Molina hit a long fly ball over the left field wall. It was as if someone had taken my heart, smashed it with a hammer, then ripped it apart like a picture of an ex-girlfriend. But at the same time, I never gave up hope because for some reason I knew it was not the end. I stood by the motto that every Mets fan has grown up living by, "Ya gotta believe". And then it happened...the Mets came back in 1999 and won the Wild Card. They battled back against the Braves to get the series to 3 games to 2. They rallied in the bottom of the 14th inning to win Game 5. They overcame the large deficit in Game 6. They loaded the bases in the bottom of the 9th last year. Even though some of the final outcomes ended in even more heartache, it just goes to show you that nothing is over until the final out is made and all the games are played, and no matter how grim things look, you cannot give up on this team. That's what it means to be a Mets fan.

To be a Mets fan you have to be tough. You can expect success, but you must be able to accept failure. More often then not, this is the case. The names Jim Fergosi, Bobby Bonilla, and Mo Vaughn all remind us of that. We don't have the fortunate history of our cross-town rivals. We don't have the luxury of boasting about historic names like Ruth, Mantle, Gherig, and DiMaggio. Instead, we take joy in looking back at the performances of players like Ron Swoboda, Mookie Wilson, Todd Pratt, and Endy Chavez and we feel disgusted when we hear names like Nolan Ryan, Amos Otis, Jason Isringhausen, and Scott Kazmir. The team may be looked at as the "baby brother" of the New York baseball world, but to the fans they are the kings. And despite countless feelings of disappointment, we never give up and we always come back. Being a Mets fan shows a lot about who you are as a person. You're thick skinned, prepared to take on whatever challenge life brings you, and while you may have may doubts you still have faith that you will succeed.

So as the Mets leave from a disastrous series against the Phillies in which the baseball gods clearly said to us fans and the players "You cannot win" and head to Atlanta, which might as well be the depths of Mordor for them, I only have one thing to say...Ya gotta believe!


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By Peter J. Pompilio

Coming into the 2007 season the Brooklyn Cyclones had one goal on their minds, and that was to win the New York-Penn League (NYPL) title. After getting swept by the eventual champion Staten Island Yankees, (who are two time champions, winning in 2005 as well) the Cyclones made a lot of changes. No more Joe Holden, Daniel Cummings, and Joe Smith, and no more of George Greer’s managing to distract them. The 2007 Brooklyn Cyclones are a completely different team this season.

As the 2006 season began, it wasn’t a happy Opening Day for the Cyclones as the Yankees destroyed them 18-0. It was the beginning of a terrible stretch for the team, as they went 1-8 in June, and were unraveling at the seams. Injuries hurt the team and a lack of pitching was not helping them either. Even an appearance from former Mets Alay Soler, and Cliff Floyd could not help the team muster up wins. After July 10th though, that all changed. The Cyclones went on a barrage, scoring runs at will. The Cyclones went on a team record 12 game win streak, and by end of August they were within striking distance of a wild card spot. Greer and his team didn’t give up, and had two huge come from behind wins, two days before the end of the season. After a loss the next game, the Cyclones faced a win and in situation. In a game for the ages, the Cyclones prevailed and clinched the NYPL Wild Card, after missing the playoffs completely in 2005. In the 1st round, they faced the Yankees, who completely owned the Cyclones all season. Game 1 was at Keyspan Park, and it wasn’t the Cyclones night as they lost 5-1 to the eventual champions, before eventually losing the series.

Coming into 2007 there were a lot of changes for the Cyclones. New players in Raul Reyes, Will Vogl, and Micah Schilling looked to rejuvenate an offense that lacked a big bat. With veterans Jake Eigsti and Jason Jacobs returning to the team, it looked like the offense could be tops in the NYPL. As far as pitching goes, Grady Hinchman and Josh Appel were the only guys left in an already shaky bullpen. But with new acquisitions, Steven Clyne and Dan McDonald it seemed like the pieces were falling into place. The team was still lacking a manager though. So who’d they turn to? Well, it was the man who led the team to its 1st ever NYPL title, and the brother of former Met Edgardo Alfonzo; Edgar Alfonzo. The team was now in place and ready to show Brooklyn what they had.

The 2007 season started with a bang as the Cyclones faced off against the champion Yankees. It was a great game with both pitchers giving it their all. But the Cyclones prevailed on this night winning 5-1, and getting revenge for last years 18-0 defeat. As June ended, the team was sitting at 8-4, and in first place in the McNamara division. So far this month the team is 17-5, and is 25-9 overall. They hold a 6.5 game lead on the Yankees, and are clicking on all cylinders. Case in point, on Saturday July 21st, they scored 11 runs on 18 hits, almost tying the season high (13).

The Cyclones have the best record in all the NY Penn League and are in the top 10 in batting and ERA. It is an exciting time to be a Cyclones fan, and one can only hope that they will keep up the pace heading into the NY Penn League playoffs, and win their 2nd NY Penn League Title.

LETS GO CYCLONES!!!

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By Adam Rossi

As the season rolls on and the Mets continue to fight for their second consecutive NL East title, the focus now seems to be on Tom Glavine, and when he will get career win number 300. Needing only two more victories with two and a half months left in the season, barring injury, it seems inevitable that it will occur shortly or at least by season's end. In any case, whenever a team can go into the post season and throw a pitcher out on the mound that has 300 career wins, a World Series MVP Award, and a Cy Young Award, they should feel very good about their chances. But can the Mets say that about Tom Glavine this year?

As most Mets fans know, despite being 11 games over .500 and 2.5 games ahead of the Atlanta Braves for first place, the 2007 season has been quite a roller coaster ride. While there have been many positive surprises and exciting moments, there has also been inconsistency and bad luck. The same can be said about Tom Glavine's season. So far this year, Glavine has pitched a complete game, one hit shutout (albeit a six-inning, rain shortened game), an 8-inning performance in which he allowed only two hits and one run. He has also gone at least six innings in 17 of his 21 starts. However, he's also had outings in which the Mets have given him first inning leads of 3-0 (at Detroit) and 6-0 (at Los Angeles Thursday night), and Glavine was not only unable to record the win, but not even get through the fifth inning. Thursday night the Mets spotted him leads of 6-0 after the first and 9-4 after the top of the 3rd inning, meanwhile Glavine was unable to record an out in the bottom of the 3rd inning. Against the Yankees at Yankee Stadium, the Mets handed Glavine a lead three different times in four innings and Glavine was unable to hold them (the Mets lost the game 11-8). Also, in an early April matchup against John Smoltz and the Braves, Glavine threw 114 pitches and lasted only 5.1 innings to take the loss. It seems that the recurring theme in all his less than stellar outings is that they have come against playoff caliber teams. In fact, against teams with a .500 or better record (also included are the Phillies, who are 57-58, but trail the Mets by 6 games in the NL East) Glavine has posted a 3-5 record with an ERA of 6.67. The Mets are 6-7 in those games. Meanwhile, against teams that are under .500, Glavine has a 5-1 record with an ERA of 1.80, and the Mets are 7-1 in those games. Of course it is much harder to defeat winning teams than it is to defeat team that are struggling. There's a difference, though, between losing to a good team and constantly struggling to beat them.

Come October, the Mets won't be playing teams like the Reds and the Nationals. Glavine is going to have to step on the mound and face teams like the Dodgers, who he allowed 6 earned runs in only 2 innings last night, and the Braves, who he has failed to beat in three outings this year. With the uncertainty of Pedro Martinez's health, and the fragility of Orlando Hernandez, it is essential that Glavine start pitching like the future Hall Of Famer that he is. John Maine and Oliver Perez have pitched well, but there's no guarantee they can keep it up. Maine has already showed signs of coming back down to Earth in his last two outings. The Mets need Tom Glavine to be the number one starter they thought he would be at the start of the season, otherwise, their hopes for a World Series could be in trouble.

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By Dan Nguyen

For anyone who has watched Sponge Bob like I have (I know you do Baron), you most likely have seen the episode where Sponge Bob sings “The Best Day Ever” song. As lame as that sounds, July 14th will be the Global NYM Fan Group’s best day ever.

At Global, we have built bonds and friendships through Facebook and July 14th was the day that we actually got to see the faces with who we created these bonds with. I was especially excited to see all the people who I talked to during in-games and late nights. I wanted to meet the people who accepted me as a regular of the group and found me as a friend.

Let me give you a small run-down on how my day started. I woke up late and didn't leave my house until 12:30. I wanted to get to the tailgate by two, but my friends wanted to grab a bite to eat at the Joshua Tree. After a little eating and drinking we left and I went to my favorite nerd shop, Midtown Comics, on 40th Street. After my nerd shopping was done, I finally got on the 7 with my friends and made it to Shea safely. I was told the meeting place for the tailgate was at Gate A in section G3 of the parking lot...and that’s thanks to Jersey Dan and Matt Kaufman who called to confirm. I finally arrived at the tailgate around 4:45, and there familiar “faces” such as Josh Springer, Steph Dutton, and Mike Rossi greeted me. Seeing and speaking with them I already felt like I was at home, like we were talking on Facebook. I then got to meet my fellow MLB Group Admin Abby. I didn’t get to talk to her that much, but we have talked a lot on Facebook, and it was just awesome meeting her. I then started to mingle with the other members like Victor who is now known as the infamous terrible towel user. I also got to meet Heather "Wild" Wildenberger, and she had to be the loudest person there besides Jersey and Zac. She was awesome to meet and it was awesome how she got into the faces of the Yankee fans that parked right next to us. Zac and Dan eventually came back from their beer run and boy was it a blast to finally meet these two. Zac and Dan are two people that have endless energy and can spice up anything, and it was truly an honor to meet them. We then got to meet Ray Dice Chan aka RAY DICE CHAN RAY DICE CHAN!!! I then got to me the man who runs the group with the VIP, Michael Peters. Peters was going just as nuts as Dan and Zac were.

We hung out for hours mingling, singing “Meet The Mets,” watching Zac do air humps, hearing Zac's proposal to piss in front of a car, taking group photos, and etc. We then finally hear of the arrival of the one and only CEO and Founder Matt VIP Regan, who was fashionably late. With his arrival our tailgate was complete. All or most of the regulars showed up and we partied on like rock stars.

One moment I’ll never forget is when we were walking toward the stadium yelling, “Lets Go Mets, Awhoo!; Lets Go Mets Awhoo!” We were about 30 strong but we had the strength of about 300. While we walked up the levels to get to our section, we all got to know each other even more. I got to talk to all the members more and get to know them and they made me feel like I knew them for years. I was isolated from the group during the game as I sat with my two friends who came to the game with me and took time out of their weekend to come and enjoy the game. I am sorry to all the members for not spending the game with them but it was one heck of a game. I did get to meet another regular of the group though, as Ali Jaffrey got to the game right before the first pitch. We then ragged on the Braves and Yanks and watched an awesome game. When the game ended, it was sad for me, as I couldn’t hang out with the group for the post game, and I had to leave abruptly.

That was the whole day for people who missed out on the game. At the end of this day what has this Global game brought us? It brought us a whole new bond. A bond stronger than the one we’ve built on Facebook. I know I may be going to deep here but this is the way I felt as I watched the actions of the group. I felt my bonds with my fellow friends in the group have grown stronger and have seen a new light. I know what they look like now. I know how they sound, act, and feel. With this historic day, it just brought us closer as a group and brought us further as a global family. I’m glad I spent the 25 dollars for this day, because in retrospective there is no amount of money that can give me an experience like I had today.

A note to all my friends-
I would just like to thank you guys for giving me the chance to get to know you and make friends with ya. I’m glad that I made friends who have the same passion as I do, even beyond the Mets. I feel like we have grown closer, even though it was just one day. I’m glad this day came and I’m glad I finally got to meet you guys. Thanks everyone and may we do more games or meet ups in the future.

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by Peter J. Pompilio

It was reported Wednesday night that former Met Rickey Henderson, best remembered for playing cards with another player during Game Six of the 1999 NLCS, has been hired as the Mets NEW hitting coach, replacing Rick Down. He began his duties Thursday night when the Mets played the Cincinnati Reds.

To this fan, I find this move atrocious and mind-boggling. Why would you get rid of Rick Down, who has been one of the best hitting coaches in recent memory, and who coached the Yankees back in the early 90's, and hire an out of shape bum like Rickey Henderson? What is Ricky Henderson going to do with the Mets players, play cards with them? Jesus H. Christ, what was Omar Minaya thinking?

I for one HATE this move and I feel that Down got a raw deal. I don't think it was his fault that the bats weren’t on fire. You can’t blame him for Beltran and Delgado not producing the way they did last year. Both guys are in a slump, as Delgado is batting just over .230, and Beltran is hitting around .270. The rest of the lineup though, is still producing. I mean look at what Reyes did in the All Star Game, going 3 for 4 with a run scored. He has really turned it on this season, and in my opinion he is going to steal 70-75 bases (he is at 46 as of today). Others are starting to heat up as well. David Wright seems to be hitting the ball better, Shawn Green is still producing, and hell even Ruben Gotay is getting hits left and right.

In other news…

The Mets do need another bat though. With Milledge coming up he could possibly platoon in left with maybe Easley, or that bum Newhan until Alou comes back (hopefully in early August).

The trade deadline is coming up in 20 days and I see the Mets making some deals. I think they should try to get a deal for White Sox OF Jermaine Dye or another powerful bat (Adam Dunn anyone?). I think both players could be HUGE for this lineup.

They should go after some players in free agency after this season, in particular Eric Byrnes. His defense is spectacular, and he is a decent hitter as well. Omar should invest in him and maybe a new second baseman. Not to say I don’t like Jose Valentin, but I think they should put Easley there next year or try to get a 2B who is a free agent this off-season.

My whole point of this blogpost is this. The Mets need to start hitting the way they were last season or this will be a very LONG summer, and it could prove to be the Mets downfall. I still think Rickey Henderson is not the answer, and Rick Down should still be the hitting coach.

That’s my opinion and I’m sticking to it.

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