Not much to say, but there is some closure to be had from the game, on the bright side.
1) This team showed what it was made out of today. Cotton candy. Yesterday was a last gasp not a rebirth. I guarantee there is not a single Mets fan who can say the Mets deserved to win the NL East or get into the playoffs. The Mets did not deserve to win. Their stars failed. Their scrubs failed. Their management failed. The batboys are the only one's who did their jobs.
2) It was painful, but the Mets have to have finally exorcised Agent Tomahawk Chop, the toothless wonder, from this team. Baseball is an amazing game, a team sport that is still possible for one individual to play an inordinate role. Toothless' totally dickless "effort" should convince everyone of what I have been saying for years now, that Gl*vine is done. He can not survive on his guile or preparation alone and he is inferior at this point to Jamie Moyer, or any other young pitcher the Mets could replace him with. Don't expect to see that name on this site again, he is dead to me. If he is re-signed, Omar is not the GM we thought we had, and I will picket Sterling Enterprises myself.
3) If Charlie Manuel is the manager of the year, what does that make Willie Randolph? Sorry Willie lovers, the question has to be asked. Willie's claim to the job is not his strategic abilities. And his motivational abilities have to be called into question. Will he get fired? Hard to tell. But the stigma is stuck to him, and the Mets brass will want that stigma gone. The fish feed focused its cameras on Wilpon who looked like he was pondering which heads will roll.
Although I think the Phillies deserve their tainted title, they shouldn't get to high on themselves since without a monumental collapse they'd be nowhere. It occurs to me that all the Mets cockiness in the early season motivated and eventually rubbed off on the rest of the NL East. The Marlins are way out of line with their cockiness. They truly suck. And they have earned our hatred.
The embarassing starting pitching.
The listless and untimely offense.
The clown car bullpen.
The big-mouthed non big game closer.
The muddled management.
The not ready for prime time stars.
The head scratching lack of mental preparation in the field.
It's all history now.
So the season of bitterness has come. Followed by the cold winter. But spring is just around the corner!