By Joyce Mandelkern
To say that I'm disappointed would be an understatement. To say that I'm embarrassed, frustrated, and aggravated would also be an understatement. This team, this season, has me reeling. I no longer know what to think; because I am seeing things I never thought I would see in a baseball game. And I'm seeing them over and over again. All from one team, all in one season. Actually, make that half of a season, but who's counting?
I walked out of the Cardinal series so proud of my Metsies. We're going to be alright, I stupidly thought. Won that tough game in Pitt, more proof that we have what we need to make this difficult situation work. I'm an idiot. I admit it. I choose to believe over and over again, contrary to what I see that we can win when we have to, when we need to. Historically, I have absolutely no reason to believe this of my Mets. And yet, dummy that I am I continue to believe and even worse, hope. There really is something seriously wrong with me.
I don't ask for much. I understand we are severely depleted by injuries. I understand that physical errors happen. I don't understand mental errors and base running mistakes. I was under the impression that these guys have been playing this game since they were little boys. If I know which base you're supposed to throw to, or cover, and when to hit the cutoff man, shouldn't they? I even know that when you don't catch the ball and it goes past you, you should run after it instead of standing there. And I was never allowed to play Little League. And even if they didn't play organized baseball as children, aren't you supposed to learn this stuff in the minors? Call me crazy but I thought you were supposed to have the fundamentals down by the time you made it up to the bigs. Ya know, the basics, like don't pass the guy ahead of you on the base paths, step on the actual base pad when you're running the bases, when the bat makes contact with the ball - run. Little things like that.
I have toyed with the idea of giving up on this season and saying that it's just not our year. It wouldn't even be our fault, really, with all the major long-term injuries. I just don't have it in me to give up. It's not in my make-up. There is a lot of baseball left to play and things can't get much worse, so they have to get better. I keep asking myself if we've hit rock bottom yet so I know that the only way to go is up. I can't do this alone. The Mets need to help me. The other teams in our division have been somewhat cooperative, surprisingly enough.
I have a few misgivings. Even if we get our guys back, who knows how productive they will be? I fear that Minaya is counting on that to save our season and that is why no deals will be made. Which begs the question do we give up top prospects to make a deal in hopes of saving our season? At what point do we panic and should we even panic? All that goes through my head is Kazmir-Zambrano. I haven't recovered from that one yet and I don't want a repeat. I also don't think Wilpon really wants to increase the payroll regardless of what has been said publically. I think he too prefers to count on Reyes, Beltran and Delgado. I don't know about you, but I don't trust Ollie one little bit and Maine has yet to prove he can stay off the DL long enough to help us since having his surgery. Will Putz return in good form? Your guess is as good as mine. And the biggest question of all is will we be so far out of the race by the time we get these guys back that their productiveness will be inconsequential? It's just a big mess. But hey, that's why Omar gets the big bucks. We just pay the big bucks to watch this mess of a team.
This would be so much easier if we were 10 or 15 games out. But like everything else the Mets do, they make it difficult on us. They keep it close enough for all of us to start believing in them and hoping that they can hang in there and keep it a race and pull through. Then they get swept by Philly and make us miserable and ready to throw in the towel once again. I don't know what to think or believe anymore. Every time I think they stink, they come back and show me how tough they are. My head is spinning from them. I think I need the All Star Break more than they do.
Will the real New York Mets please stand up?