Mar 17 2019 01:30 PM
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I'm already in minor league camp. But hey, at least I went 4-23 in Spring Training before shipping out. That's ... well, OK, it's pretty bad.
I don't know what's going on. It seems like yesterday I was the third- or fourth-ranked second base prospect in baseball. I was a Met at 20, traded for Jay Bruce at 21, and then the Reds turned me into a AAA vet. Being buried behind Brandon Phillips was one thing. But being buried behind Scooter Gennett is bullshit. That's what I'm calling it. Bullshit. Scooter Gennett. I mean, let's be honest, being buried behind Scooter Anybody is bullshit.
But now Bruce is gone (for the second time) and there's room for me here again, perhaps even epistemologically. (Can Jay Bruce and I occupy the same clubhouse at once? This hasn't yet been proven either way.)
Just to be clear how long The Dilson Saga has been unfolding, I acquired by the Mets along with Vic Black in exchange for John Buck and Marlon Byrd. Yeah, I was the only one in that deal without a name beginning with B, but a lot seemed to be going right. I killed it in Binghamton, I wrecked it in Vegas, and (lest it be forgot from the above paragraphs), I was a Met at 20. I was the first, and still the only, Met from Colombia (which, by the way, is
So here I am on a minor league deal. The Mets have two infielders hurt, and perhaps three more have to go down before I'm playing at second. The right three too. But I'm NOT a hopeless case. I'm still only 25, and at 25, Jackie Robinson was just getting out of the army.
Centerfield liked me the first time around, so I think I might crash with him when I'm sent up to Syracuse. But I'm looking to play well enough that I don't have to wait for a cholera epidemic to get the call. Those things rarely come, and when they do, you kind of want to stay out of the clubhouse.
So ... Dilson 2019. That has a nice ring to it. What say you? Does it have something more?
