Time For Me To Cry??????

By Deb McIver
Posted Wednesday, November 21, 2007

That it's time for YOU to cry???????????

Time for me to cry…….. over the failure of the Mets to even SPEAK to Paul Lo Duca about catching next year.

TO EVEN SPEAK TO HIM. Except to say, by their silence, we wouldn't even consider you if Attila the Hun on crutches were the only other guy available to catch for us next year.

Time for me to cry…… over the knee-jerk, split-second, IMMEDIATE decision, after one of the hugest and historic late-season collapses in the history of baseball, to bring both the manager and the choreographers of it all back with resounding cries of support.

Nice gig if you can get it, huh, Willie? Huh, Omar? Huh, Rick? Yeah, you too, Jacket; you're not immune.

Time for me to cry…….over the fact that the Mets seem to think that they can bring back the same old tired and recycled cast of characters, and win a division and apparently, a championship, with them.

Time for me to cry..... over the thought of another year, after his excruciatingly painful performance last year, with the stupendously lackluster offense and unremarkable; no, check that, downright blindingly crappy defense of Carlos Delgado, our first baseman formerly-extraordinnaire.

Time for me to cry…… over the whole entire mess that seems to pass for a real front office in Flushing, New York.

Time for me to cry...

Look, I didn’t fall apart when the Mets blew the season in such a sudden, spectacular and thuddingly resounding manner.

I didn’t fall apart when Tommy Glavine, who as recently as a few months before, won his 300th game, folded like a cheap suit in the last game of the year, unquestionably THE most important game of the year, basically dismissed the collapse as not terrible, just something that happens…… Oh, well……

Oh well, Tommy, I guess YOU got what YOU wanted – a nice $8 million trip back to Atlanta.

Don’t have a good flight, OK? And DON’T let the door hit you in the arse on the way out of Flushing. I respect and admire you and what you've accomplished, but the door/arse thing still stands.

I didn’t even fall apart when I saw Willie’s comments a short time ago, saying what some of us have been saying ALL BLANKING YEAR, about the manner in which the team played last year……

But now, I’m falling apart. I’m really hitting bottom with this Mets braintrust, if you can call it that.

I’m finding myself questioning every move, and every non-move, the Mets are making, or not making.

I’m finding myself having little confidence in guys who, for all their gaudy stats, have proven they simply cannot perform when the chips are down.

I’m finding myself surer and surer with every day that passes that the Mets simply don’t have a clue about their team, their fans, or much of anything, really.

How can they not even talk to Paul Lo Duca about coming back next year? Take a look around baseball, my friends, and tell me there is a better option that is actually GETTABLE. Because if you can find one, I suggest you beg, borrow, hunt down and/or steal Omar’s email address, and send that name to him, hasta pronto (snicker).

Well, I guess somebody did, and that name is one Johnny Estrada. OK, at least he's a proven catcher, but Johnny Estrada?

And for Guillermo "Guilty Until Proven Guilty" Mota?

What does that tell you? What, exactly, does that tell you? Estrada for Mota. Hmmm..... I hope the old adage "you get what you pay [trade] for" doesn't come to fruition with this one!

How can they NOT EVEN TALK TO Mariano Rivera, easily the best closer of all time, about the possibility of becoming a Met? Sure, odds are, he’s going to go back to the Yankees, but HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT FOR SURE, YOU MORONS, unless you TALK TO HIM!!!!!! Could you even imagine a 1-2 eighth and ninth inning tandem of Wagner and Rivera? It's enough to make me stop crying.... ALMOST.

How do you sign Luis “Another Guy Whom We Don’t Really Know How Old He Is” Castillo, who finished the year with a knee injury, to a FOUR YEAR CONTRACT, apparently balking at the asking price of Eckstein, who is a PROVEN WINNER.

You know what the Mets are proving, speaking of proven?

That they ain’t.

Winners, that is.

How do you offer Yorvit Torrealba a four-year deal???? He is as absolutely sub-mediocre as they come.

And not even TALK to Paulie about coming back.

And you know what? I don’t want to hear ANYTHING about morals or behavior or any of that crap. The Mets gave up their right to complain about ANYTHING smacking of morality or righteousness or wrongness when last off-season, they signed one suspended, proven, dyed-in-the-wool cheater, namely, Guillermo Mota, to a TWO-YEAR CONTRACT.

Sorry, guys – I ain’t buying it.

It’s time for me to cry……..

It’s just more of the same babble, recycling has-beens and never weres for more years than I care to count.

Thinking they’ll catch lightning in a bottle? Hoping against hope that nobody else is any better than they are?

More like spitting in the wind and not expecting it to fly back in your face, if you ask me.

A fool’s errand, with foolish results.

The true definition of idiocy – doing the same thing over and over, and expecting different results.

"It is a tale... told by an idiot.... full of sound and fury.... signifying nothing." Thank you, William Shakespeare.

It’s time for me to cry………….