By Joyce Mandelkern
The more things change the more they stay the same. And when it comes to the 2008 Mets, that is not a good thing. I wish I had something new to bring to the table here folks. Truth is, I don't. I've said it all before. Unfortunately, I said it all last year and since the same can be said this year, it makes it even worse.
I keep trying to tell myself that we are only 6 games in and rationally I know that I should not throw the season out with the bath water. The problem is, I'm not a rational person when it comes to my Mets and this team took me to the limits of my sanity last year. And now this. Every time I think the Braves and the Phillies can't possibly find any more new and unusual ways to beat us, they prove me wrong. Every time I think that this will be the game that my Mets will step up, turn the corner, show me what they are made of, they prove me wrong.
I watch every pitch, every play with such passion and intensity that it literally hurts. I want to forget last season, but they just won't let me. How can we move on when they won't let us? They haven't given us any reason to believe that anything has changed. And I want to believe, I really do. Give me something, anything at this point and I'm with ya.
I'm not going to get into the specifics of the games we have lost - what would be the point? There is also no point in calling for Willie's head - it is not going to happen, at least not now. All I am going to say is that I am disappointed and frustrated. This is not like the old days, when we had no talent, and it was almost amusing to watch them play and lose. This is a talented team coming off a major collapse, picking up exactly where they left off. Even if in the clubhouse they are not worried, they have a fanbase that has had enough of this nonsense. And that is the only thing I can speak to. I need to see a change. I need to see us beat the teams in our division, especially at home, on our last opening day. Is that too much to ask? Forget team doctors, they need a team shrink. Better yet, maybe they need a team mom, who can sit them down and read them the riot act. It is called tough love.
If I don't stop now, I'll be ranting until game time tonight. Thanks for listening. I'm going to go bang my head against the wall now.