By Mike Steffanos
Game 13: Cardinals 6 - Mets 4
Several things have contributed to the light posting by me the last couple of weeks. One is ongoing personal health issues, another is related to my Mom's health problems, and I've also been extremely busy at work. The work backlog is slowly clearing up, so I hope to be posting more frequently by the end of this week or early next week. The other two situations will be ongoing and somewhat unpredictable.
Things have been so nuts that this was the first time since opening week that I had the chance to sit down and watch a game from beginning to end live. It was nice for a few innings, but when it ended I was thinking about some of the other things I could have done with my time tonight.
All kidding aside, the Mets have been playing the sort of baseball that got Willie Randolph fired last year. Jerry Manuel managed to build up some good will with the fans and the media with his personality and sense of humor, but I suspect another couple of weeks like this and much of that will be gone.
Oliver Perez' extended spring training continues. It's almost mind-boggling how fast he can lose it, and how quickly he can give back a lead that took half a game to build.
You wonder when the club will get the wakeup call for 2009. They're stumbling around in a manner very reminiscent of the first 2 1/2 months of last year, and they look like a club that is prepared to sleepwalk around the .500 mark for the foreseeable future.
I'm just disgusted. No, that's not even the word for it. They fixed the biggest problems of this team over the winter, but somehow they regressed mentally to that inability to sustain good play. It's like a kid who was potty trained months ago going back to wearing diapers. Maybe we should replace Mr. Met with Baby Huey as the mascot.
I'll be back with more tomorrow.