Three cheers for the new holder of the Mets franchise single-season record for individual adorableness and stolen bases, Jose Reyes, who stole three bases last night, tying the record with his second and breaking it with his third.

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Way to go, Professor.

Bad Boy: Paul Lo Duca

June 25, 2007

Here at the Mets Update for Girls, we talk a lot about the inherent loveliness of the Mets. Whether it’s Reyes’ winning smile, Wright’s farm-boy good looks, or Valentin’s jaunty ‘stache, the Mets offer a little something for every girl. But until now, we’ve basically ignored a huge segment of our readership: girls who dig bad boys.

At some point in every girl’s life, she eschews the gentleman for the ingrate. Brooding, edgy criminals are just plain hot. For these girls, Reyes’ secret handshakes just don’t tickle the fallopia like they do for so many of us. But have no fear. The Mets have a player that makes Charles Manson look like a librarian.

It’s Ol’ Crazy Eyes, Number 16, Paul Lo Duca.

Golly, he’s pissed.

The New York Post describes Lo Duca in a key moment from Saturday’s game: “He was spitting daggers from his eyes, and his face was contorted in anger.” Oh Lord, that’s sexy. Tell me more. “As Lo Duca stalked off the field, he whipped his helmet, bat and elbow pad – which made it to the grass between first and second. He then whipped his chest protector and blue shin guards onto the field as a batboy scampered to pick everything up.” Sweet. As if trying to make himself appear more terrifying, he actually had batboys scurrying around. This guy is an animal. Rawr.

Lastings Milledge – funny-named, hubris-filled, 12-year-old 22-year-old Mets outfielder – has a side project that I totally didn’t know about. He’s the CEO of Soul-ja Boi Records and, even more excitingly, is a guest rapper on the song “Bend Ya Knees” featured on an upcoming album.

Some important issues to note:

He is going by “L Millz” on the album. This is only slightly worse than his actual name.

“Boi” is such a cute way to spell “boy.”

The song features some mega-potty-mouth, not necessarily uttered by L Millz, but certainly by nearby party. What will this say about the otherwise lovely-tempered, corn-fed Mets?