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Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Just Like Olden Days: Hicks Molest Johan While Mets Go Through Motions

It's that time again. Time to trot out old photo shopping.Time to lose to the Br*ves.

In my memory, the Mets of the late 1990s and early 2000s used to lose habitually to the Br*ves too, but often times it was a bitter struggle to the death.  Often times, the Mets were just the less talented team.  Your 2010 (and '07, '08, and '09) Mets are a different story.  They don't know how to hit or score.  But instead of focusing and doing the little things right to make up or this, they loaf and get distracted, make mental errors and take days off.  They look to walk with the pitcher spot up next and two outs.  They la-di-da to the ball in the outfield on base hits, allowing the opposition to take extra bases.  They take their time on potential double plays. The Mets never threatened in this one, so you couldn't call it a heart-breaker.  What hurts the heart is that, supposedly, these Mets don't lack for talent, some $120 or $130 million of it.  They just have no idea how to win a baseball game, and on nights like last night, don't look too troubled by this flaw.  This isn't that remarkable since they are well paid, and it is only a game.  But you'd think anyone who performs a great deal of their job in public under so much scrutiny and relative accountability would show a smidgen of pride, perhaps altering their approach at the plate or making plays as crisply as possible so that the little, less visible mistakes don't add up to yet another loss.  There's no fight in this team and the 2010 Mets are done.  They aren't worth your time and they aren't worth mine.

Good god y'all. Success is a nuisance. (The Pretty Good Sports Show stolen from Metsradamus by way of CSTB). I don't know what the fuck that is, but I do know that it looks like Jason Bay is going to have a lot more ice cream date time with Ron Artest than expected.

If you're tempted to pity Jeff Francoeur after reading this, just think of how cruel sportswriters have been to enable Frenchy's fantasy that he is anything more than his current production suggests. I wish him well, but he belongs in the minors somewhere, where maybe he can catch on as a fourth outfielder on a fourth division club (just not mine!).

What are we Mets fans supposed to do for the next two months?

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  • At 3:59 AM, Anonymous jdon said…

    The mets organization is a carbuncle on the ass of major league baseball.

  • At 10:12 AM, Blogger I.M. Forme said…

    jdon, i noticed you're back in the saddle. welcome back. misery loves company.


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