A quick comparison, if I may:
Jorge Posada took himself out of the Yankee lineup on Saturday. He did this because he was batting ninth in the order, don’t make any mistake about this. Even if you believe that Posada’s back “flared up”, the litany of stories out of Posada’s camp makes his story seem fishy at best, diva-ish at worst. Upon his return, Posada received a standing ovation, and Suzyn Waldman became emotional to the point that if you had missed the broadcast, you would have thought that Posada strolled to a podium and announced he was dying.
Meanwhile, David Wright, who refuses to take himself out of any lineup for any reason (and let’s face it, he ain’t batting ninth ever with the Mets unless Tony LaRussa starts managing them), has been playing with a stress fracture in his back. A stress fracture. Not a “flare-up”, a bruised ego, or a case of the divas. A damn stress fracture. Now Wright catches plenty of heat for no reaching the standards that he has set for himself. But if we work along the Posada scale, I would hope, seriously hope, that the next time Wright bats at Citi Field that the 8,000 or so present will give Wright the loudest ovation he’s ever heard in his life. He deserves it.
And yes, after two weeks of Willie Harris at third base, but the time Wright gets back there will be only 8,000 present when Wright comes back.
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