Swept by the Yankees and Yet Tragically, Not the Low Point of the Season

You'd think automatically that in most seasons, getting swept by your cross town rivals including a finale on national television and at the hands of Mariano Rivera making history,you'd have hit the low point of the season.


Does it even count as a MLB statistic considering it came against the Mets?

Oh yeah, and before I forget, letting a guy like Chien-Ming Wang, a starter so bad he seems almost tailor-made for a Mets uniform, earn his first win of the season after getting absolutely shelled in every start he'd made prior to this all season.

But when you're fielding a pathetic lineup involving a batting order oozing with mediocrity and inexperience due to injury, when you've already lost to these Yankees by a ridiculous 15-0 margin, the bar for humiliation has already been set pretty high.



You almost want to see these Mets put down, just to put them out of their misery.

It's like watching a half-team take on a full team, amateurs against professionals and whilst for awhile you can watch the valiant effort made, applaud the way these nobodies, has-beens and wanna-bes gamely struggle on, after awhile, the mind screams for a mercy killing.

Last night gave us the rare opp to see a lumbering, speed-less and well, let's face it, nearly hitless Daniel Murphy in the lead off spot. A guy who is hitting .239 for the month. THAT is how desperate and hopeless this team is offensively.



And pitching-wise it barely merits discussion. Does it matter if your starter gives up only three runs over 7 innings? No, of course not. Because you're team is going to need two or three GAMES to outscore that weighty total, not nine innings, so you can forget about winning. Not even Frankie Boy, brought in just to see a little action, can find motivation in this game; walking three and giving up a run in the 9th.