That may not be much. But don't go overlooking me like just another empty Funyuns bag blowing across the Mets' St. Lucie complex. I matter. I'm kind of the Omar Narváez of the rotation. David Peterson or Tylor Megill (or Blade Tidwell or Calvin Ziegler) may take my job at any point, possibly tomorrow, but rather than definitively rely on the notion that they're ready, the team has brought me in to stave them off as long as possible. Quintana is more or less the Colombian word for "operational redundancy."
But I'm more than that. I'm a tough mofo who brings it from the portside. I'm a person. I'm a person with a cool haircut, a sore rib, more career wins than Jacob deGrom, and seven organizations on my résumé. And I expect to make myself known before the Mets become just another one of those. While reports yesterday say I've been shut down until further notice, that hasn't been confirmed. ZiPS says I've got 1.8 WAR to distribute over 2023 and maybe more in my future.
That's one opinion. Well, actually, it's two. It's three if you count the Funyuns-bag thing, but I don't count that, so we'll call it two opinions.
What's yours?
