Is It Over?

For quite some time, I've refrained from posting. At first, it was because I had a new job and pretty much no time during the day to keep up with posting on a regular basis.

Then the Mets started winning. A lot. Wright was crazy hot. We were just a half game out of the wild card. We had a shot. Even the baseball guys on ESPN took notice. "Fear the Mets...!" they said. So I refrained from posting, because the paranoid freak in me didn't want to screw anything up. You know, you never get off the couch during a rally, no matter how badly you have to pee.

Then we started losing. A lot. Mets mojo was hanging out somewhere in Buckhead with Andy Roddick. I thought about posting, but I didn't. Don't ask me why. I'm prone to bouts of inertia.

Then there was that game last night. I don't even know where to begin with that. I can only imagine what other bloggers have written. I'm sure it's a lot like the vitriol that's about to spew forth from my keyboard right now.

Willie, I'm afraid I've lost patience. Right now, Kris Benson is taking the mound against Chris Carpenter. The game has all the makings of a fantastic pitcher's duel, and I can't even watch. The thing is, I fear the next four days may become known in Mets lore as the St. Louis Massacre of 2005 (which followed closely on the heels of the Great Atlanta Clusterfuck of 2005).

One step forward, two steps back. That's the story of the 2005 Mets. The game last night summed up the entire season in a nutshell. Consistenlty NOT putting the best team on the field every night. Screwing around with the lineup. Coddling pitchers. Not knowing when to cut your losses. When a guy just isn't producing, and isn't going to produce no matter how many chances you give him.

I'm not saying Willie needs to go. In spite of his major screwups this season, I'm willing to give him more time. There are a few guys I am absolutely NOT willing to give ONE MORE DAMN GAME in a Mets uniform:

Braden Looper: It's time for Benitez Jr. to take a long walk off a short pier.

Manny Acta: Absolutely the WORST third base coach I've ever seen. Sending Victor "there's a piano on my back" Diaz home from third on a shallow fly ball to National League Rookie of the Year-to-be Jeff Francoeur. Just one example of the many Manny Acta moron moves of '05.

While I'm at it, Victor Diaz: Learn how to play the outfield or get the hell off my team. Manny Junior? Please.

The entire right side of the infield: One word: Overhaul.

Yeah, it's over.


Note: If the Mets now go on a tear and end up winning the wild card, you can thank me with copious amounts of cash. I take Paypal.