The Duke and the Victim
It looks as though the final chapter in the sad, bizarre story of Victor Zambrano, Metropolitan, has been written. Without disclosing the pain he was in to the Mets, the dumbass went and tore his elbow tendon against the Br*ves, effectively ending his season. Apparently, he was crying and talking about how there was too much pressure put on him by the fans and by the circumstances of his trade to the Mets. Hopefully, he will be able to recover and even pitch again, somewhere where there is less pressure, and in a place where someone can teach him how to pitch. Last night's unbelievable second inning run-off was nothing like I've ever seen. But it was a fittingly strange end to a story that begin with a truly bizzare trade.
Who's to blame? Well you can't really, at the end of the day, blame the Victim. It's not his fault he's not bright enough to be a major league pitcher, and get paid millions to play a kid's game, or safeguard his career from preventable disasters. Should his teammates have told management what they knew? Maybe. But as far as I'm concerned, there is a villain in this story.
A little history reminder...
"Before the Mets obtained him, Zambrano had experienced flexor tendinitis in his right elbow. Although the Devil Rays X-rayed the elbow, they only disclosed the results to Mets' doctors, not allowing them to examine the X-rays. And then on Aug. 19, 2004, three weeks after the trade that brought him to New York, Zambrano was placed on the disabled list with a strained right flexor muscle and he did not pitch again that season."
Trading for this guy to bring him to New York has just got to be one of the dumbest moves in major league history. It gets dumber everyday, and yesterday it got a whole lot dumber. Two words: Damaged goods. Two other words: Mentally Soft. [NOTE: I do not need to mention a certain rising star lefty now toiling away for the D-rays; that is only part of the story]. But at the end of the day, it was inept managment that indirectly caused the (probable) demise of Victor Zambrano's career. And that inept manager's name is Jim Duquette. Who knows to what extent the rest of the organizational chucklehead's, such as the Mullet Man and the Wilpons, played in the travesty, as they have backed away from the decision like cowards. But the guy who pulled the trigger has to be tossing and turning in his bed down in Baltimore tonight. And hopefully this organization is past making moves of historically dumb proportions.