A Letter To The Mets

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A Letter To The Mets
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Dear New York Metropolitans,

Let's see where to begin......

My first game was baseball game was the Pittsburgh Pirates vs the New York Mets in the year of 1993 at Shea Stadium. I was just a young boy who played little league baseball, growing up in Queens. My father a Bronx Native, was a die hard Yankee fan. When I got older I asked him, "Why did you take me to a Mets game instead of a Yankees game?" He gave me 2 reasons, 1. we lived a lot closer to Shea than we did Yankee Stadium and 2. it was cheaper. To my dad I want to say thank you. Ever since that games I was a die-hard Mets fan, and baseball was my sport. I wanted to go to the MLB, I wanted to play for the Mets even if it was for just there minor league system but two things happened. During practice I wasn't paying attention to the ball and got hit above my eye, 14 stitches total. Then the next thing was after the Mets went to the World Series, they started to suck. I lived with letting go of Bobby Valentine, I lived with Steve Phillips being general manager. I lived with Bobby Bonilla playing cards in the dugout, and I lived with Art Howe as a manager. I lived with losing a stranglehold on the NL East to the Phillies, and I lived with blaming Willie Randolph for the teams woes and not Omar Minaya, Mr. Wilpon or even the team. The worst is I lived with you creating a stadium in honor of someone who never played for the Mets, then on top of that there is nothing that resembles the blue and orange of She Stadium. I lived with all of that, but I just cannot live with Mr. Wilpon not caring about the Mets winning, leaving on Jerry Manuel as a manager, and Omar Minaya has a GM. What is going on, its ironic because my first game was the Pirates vs Mets. Now its like the Mets are becoming the Pirates. A team poised for bad things, a team poised for wanting money more than they want wins. New York Metropolitans I just want to say, this can no longer work out. You will always be in my heart, but you are making me close my book on baseball forever. The day you fire Jerry Manuel and spit on him on the way out will be the day I come back. The day you give Oliver Perez a one way ticket to Japan or some out of country league, is the day I will come back. The day you realize Johan Santana is not meant to play on the Mets due to the lack of run support is the day I come back. The day you trade Mike Pelfrey and start rebuilding this team is the day I come back. The day you tell Omar Minaya don't let the door hit you on the way out, is the day I will come back. The day you stop torturing Queens, NY and all the fans outside of it is the day I will come back. Until then New York Mets take care and be good, as I have cried to many times and have had my head face down and not up, this will not work out. I love you and forever will, but this will not work out until you get your life together.

 

Take Care,

Mike Rodriguez

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