The “Hollywood marriage” with Javier Baez

For a little over two months, the New York Mets and Javier Baez celebrated the ups and downs of a typical Hollywood marriage. It began with excitement. The thrill of getting to spend, what might be, the rest of your life with another.

But like far too many Hollywood marriages, this one ended as quickly as it began.

Baez will suit up for the Detroit Tigers in 2022 and a few more years thereafter. The Mets, who turned their focus in other directions in the early stage of the offseason, will be left with nothing more than a few weeks of memories both good and bad.

The “Hollywood marriage” between the Mets and Javier Baez ended with an amicable divorce

Until the Mets and Baez parted ways officially, it seemed like they could work things out. There’s no couple’s counseling for teams and players. I suppose the arbitration process is the closest thing to it.

However, in this instance, there was no arbitration to go into. The two were legally put into an open relationship (free agency in the baseball world) and it looks as if both had eyes for others.

In their quest to forget all about the Baez marriage, the Mets have turned their attention to much different players. Max Scherzer, Starling Marte, Mark Canha, and Eduardo Escobar are older and in some cases, cheaper. Something else that differs between them and Baez is their style of play. Baez is a firebrand of excitement. That’s not to say these new additions can’t be. They also bring some excitement to the diamond.

Baez, however, seems to be in a class of his own with maybe only a little bit of company in today’s baseball world. Mets fans didn’t get to fully experience it. The split took place way too soon.

We didn’t get to see Baez take on an opposing team’s reliever. He didn’t get his moment to jaw at the dugout across the field. During the carnage the Mets endured in mid-August, he was sidelined for most of it. Baez’s wild Mets ride lasted only 47 games during which he became a fan favorite after dipping into the darkest depths of Mordor through the action of his thumbs.

As brief as it was, it was longer and more productive than some singers who got together at a Las Vegas chapel with one of their backup dancers. It was a summer fling usually reserved for the stars of Hollywood.

In this instance, this summer loving happened in Queens. Tell me more, tell me more.