Mainely Terrible: The Mets are Fish Food
The Metropolitans franchise chugs along the road to oblivion.
Is there a lower point than rock bottom?
Not content with being Major League baseball's running punchline, the MinayaMets add new chapters to their legacy every week. This is a team built to shower their fans with indignity after indignity. Lately, every night it's something new and, if you're lucky, you might see two new things. John Maine started the game by throwing something like 50 pitches in the first inning, 48 of them balls. I don't remember seeing that. And Rod Barajas decided to go for second base, down 3 in the 9th with no outs. Either he is overestimating the impact of his spinning class, or Rod is just trying to show that he can play the goat too. I do remember things like that happening, and I call them Mets baseball.
There is so much badness, it feels like we need to take stock a couple months into the season, if only for psychological reasons. I trace the current phase of Metastrophe back to Minaya's failure to bolster a rotation featuring 2 guys coming off of surgery, and Oliver Perez. There are villagers deep in the Chinese countryside that could tell you Perez is hopeless. And why Beltran didn't have the surgery earlier I still am not sure. Now the club's franchise player, whose hit to the noggin last season may have knocked the MVP out of him, well, many times he seems to have forgotten how to make contact with the baseball (though last night's 2 for 3 with HR is a hopeful sign).
More changes will be afoot since this team can't possibly think it can tread water until the return of Beltran magically makes them into contenders. That this year's club is worse than the sum of their parts somehow feels like progress. And while Jerry might not want to answer the phone after midnight, I fear that fans calling for his head will only be temporarily satisfied; the firing of Manuel will only be a band aid on a wound gushing blood. It may save a few pitcher's careers, yes but, well, the club still sucks.