Call Me MISTER Frustrated!!
The Mets, the NL team that pays out the most money, have become extremely difficult to watch and even more difficult to root for.
Even hardcore fans like myself, my father and the ever-smiling Cow Bell Man are now beginning to wonder if this team has what it takes to compete. Watching this team on a daily basis has become such a frustrating exercise, that my wife will not watch games with me anymore, because the Mets make me irritable.
It's like watching jai alai in slow motion and you aren't winning any money. Painful. It's like watching a boxing match where your fighter dominates the odd-number rounds and the other fighter the even rounds.
It's like watching Eli Manning struggle week-in and week-out, except the Mets haven't won anything. It's almost as bad as the genius at the drive thru forgetting to put a straw in the bag. You just want to jump the divider and get squashed by a concrete mixer.
Had enough? I have.
After coming in San Diego semi-hot and losing to the pathetic Padres by the score of 2-1 two straight nights, I don't know if I have a game in me tonight.
Friday night, someone named Josh Banks throttled them, and last night they made Randy Wolf—who gets mauled by the rest of the National League—look like Sandy Koufax.
I said before this season started that Johan Santana would not make a marked difference on the deflated Mets franchise. So far I have been right. He only pitches once a week, and what happens when he loses? Who picks this team up?
Well, he pitched last night and he lost—his fourth of the season against 7 wins—and he had plenty of chances to help himself and could not. He even made a miscue in field that led to a run. But he can hardly be blamed for last night's loss.
Bad luck and ineptitude are the culprits. I can't make this up. There was no scoring until the sixth inning. Endy Chavez led off with a double. Johan Santana could not get a sacrifice bunt down. One attempt ended in the ball smacking him in his pitching shoulder. He was forced to swing away and grounded to first.
Padres 1B Adrian Gonzales fired to third to nail Chavez trying to advance. Jose Reyes and Luis Castillo both then singled to load the bases.
Perfect. David Wright comes to the plate. He drove a shot into left-center that appeared to be a base-clearing double.
Wrong. Scott Hairston comes out of nowhere and makes a circus catch to save two runs. Instead of a big inning, the Mets ended up with only one run. Carlos Beltran walked to reload the bases for Damion Easley who meekly grounded out.
The Mets would leave the bases loaded again in the seventh.
To add insult to injury, after Santana left in the sixth inning, the beleaguered bullpen only allowed one base runner in the final frames. So, one night the pitching lets you down and the next night the offense lets you down.
That leads me to this conclusion: The Mets just aren't that good. But I already knew that.
I just didn't want to believe it.
You Phillie fans are going to have a good summer. Enjoy that NL East title.
published from Mr. Flushing.com