Fred Wilpon Needs Season Ending Karma Surgery, Shake Shack Hit By Ebola Virus, Mr. Met Undergoes Neck Transplant

Those are the rest of the headlines I expect to see this season.



What's next? we asked.

We watched Jose limp off the field. We noticed Carlos Delgado succumb to old age. We saw Luis drop the Pay-Rod fly ball. We said good bye to Carlos Beltran. We cringed when Luis slipped down the stairs. We watched David Wright get brained. We knew it was over when and just about every single position player was injured.

Sure, we thought, take all those guys. Take the whole 2009 season, even if you have to threaten 2010 too. Just leave us Johan Santana, the best pitcher in baseball and one of the best in Mets'
history. Just let us watch him once a week and we'll probably show up next year too.


Possible future Mets addition to the rotation. Still better than Livan.

We asked for too much. The baseball gods have now taken their final victim, and the Wilpon's will now feel the full curse of Shea and the 40% ticket price hike they thought they'd get away with.

Sitting in my armchair, it recently occurred to me (as I watched Johan Santana turn in labored and un-Santana like appearance after appearance) that perhaps something was wrong health-wise with our ace. This apparently never occurred to the Mets or their training staff or their GM, who was busy rooting out lobbyists in the media and other guys he actually hired. Because they never intervened, or seem to have questioned a guy who pitched injured in his final start last year and therefore is a guy who is likely to try to gut it out. So now we have no ace, and can only hope and pray for the best. Crossing our fingers hasn't done much this season, but what choice do we have?