What's Wrong With The Mets
This mail bag is hardly the place to find an obituary; however, better here than not. All of you manly men and womanly women for whom the Mets filled a routing void, let us pray. We pray for the Mets to hire a new General Manager, one who doesn't give $16 million a year for three years to a pitching question mark when better, cheaper deals were available; one who forgets he cannot start his season without a left fielder; one who lets a bonefide first baseman (possibly for the next decade) get swallowed up by the Yanks knowing his own, at 36 years of age, could not possibly get through the season minus injuries; one who forgot to stock the minor league pond with enough bait for a formidable trade; one who recognized the need for a closer by signing two of them, losing one to injury yielding him one for the price of two; one who hires a manager who is long on eloquent apologies and short on teaching fundamentals; one who gave a three year mega contract to a second baseman, although surprisingly adequate this year, phoned it in last year.
Our Mets need new personnel from the ground up. Stand back and observe how other teams are improving at all positions with unknowns bearing sane contracts while the Mets seem mired in quicksand. The only individual who finds this acceptable is, frighteningly enough, the owner of the team as he gives the manager a vote of confidence; and, near the beginning of the season extended the GM's contract. This reward can be compared to the farmers getting subsidies for not growing crops.
This same owner whose stadium we subsidized, must have forgotten which team he owned when he constructed the edifice to replicate the Brooklyn Dodger's Ebbetts Field, failing to give the Mets their own stadium identity. The owner sold naming rights to the stadium we subsidized to Citi Bank, who paid him in TARP bucks, our money, and now Citi, forgetting they were supposed to give mortgages with some of that TARP (at 5.5 percent interest), would rather focus on issuing credit cards (at 30 percent interest), leaving new home buyers out in the cold.
Our team, fellow sufferers, has been on life support since the day after the All Star break. All we get are post game conferences that are deplorable. Faithful fans that we are, we worry ourselves to sleep. We shun the back pages of the Post and News. How much longer can this go on? The next step for the faithful is abandonment because not only can we see down the road for the remainder of this year but, we see no potential for improvement in coming years. We're screwed!
Let us pray, dear fans, for the return of power for our third baseman. A few short years ago he was in the home run hitting contest at the All Star break. How many did he hit? Thirty? How many has he hit this season? Six? Could it be coincidence that his slippage in power coincided with the increased testing for illegal supplements? (Not him!) Let us pray for the stalwart twenty-six. Let us pray we can put our routing interests behind us for the foreseeable future without causing irreparable pain. Let us pray we awaken to a new era where the GM does not see the empty glass half full. Let us pray we can supplant our baseball interest with other sports: WNBA, X-Games, golf, and let us pray we earn as much for our living as the injured Mets pay in taxes. If baseball has a supreme being, please pay attention to the following: we suffer with the Knicks, we are in agony watching the Rangers, must we be further punished by having to watch the remainder of the baseball season in which our team does not stand a chance? If there is a mercy rule on the books of Major League Baseball, please invoke it immediately.