"They were cheerleading in the dugout like a bunch of softball girls," Figueroa moaned about the antics of a dugout populated by the likes of Elijah Dukes and Lastings Milledge, the Bonnie and Clyde of young Major League prospects. "I'm a professional just like anybody else. I take huge offense to that. If that's what a last-place team needs to do to fire themselves up, so be it. They could show a little more class, a little more professionalism now that they won tonight, but in the long run, they're still who they are."
You don't shut the mouths of softball girls by making a stink about it, perhaps sounding just as softball girlish yourself in whingeing. You shut those mouths by keeping them down, holding them scoreless, pitching a gem. Not by giving up five walks and hitting two Nats in the process in pitching one of the uglier games this side of Oliver Perez.
Last hurrah? Figueroa appears to have shot his 2008 wad...
And really, did it make much difference what Figueroa pitched like when the Mets were as listless as projected, another game of baseball somnambulism, errors, ugliness, losses. Another game to question why Willie even bothers to show up to manage the lot of them.
The 2007 Collapsing Mets brash style of incompetency showed up again on Monday against the Nats and the results, predictably, were as ugly as always.
Jorge Sosa was no bromide for Figueroa's implosive outing gifting the Nats 4 runs in a lone inning to make sure the rout was official.
The less said about this embarassing loss the better.
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