Treading Water? No, These Mets Have Already Drowned

Let's see, Mets ace Johan Santana against uh, Mike Burns, a guy who had NEVER won a game in the Major Leagues. You're not going to get a much more one-sided pitching match up than that. And to make matters look even more like a laughter, David Wright hit a two-run homer in the first to give Santana all the cushion he'd need.


Yes, Johan. Sadly, it's STILL the Mets you are pitching for...

And yet even still, it wasn't enough for the Mets. Not even close.

You could blame all sorts of people, if you could work your way far enough out of the apathetic malaise to bring yourself to care any more.


Martinez's swan dive in the 4th was almost worth the price of the ticket alone.

Not content with making an out every time he comes to the plate, Fernando Martinez performed a little Daniel Murphy-rodeo clown skit in center field in the 4th inning, falling over his own feet, face-first and letting an easy fly ball land safely over his head.

The fourth inning was filled with comedy, in fact.

After the Martinez debacle, the ever-incompetent Jim Wolf continued to baffle with his absurdist strike zone which saw Santana walk his second batter of the inning before Dan Warthen came out to argue balls and strikes and get tossed from the game on the premise of visiting Santana.

And THEN, as if the inning itself wasn't already maddening enough, Ryan Braun smacked a double over Gary Sheffield's head in left, the relay throw to home skipped past Omir into Santana's waiting glove (who had smartly backed up home plate) but then threw the ball past over Wright's head at third trying to throw out Braun gunning a triple and before you knew it, the 2-1 lead had evaporated into a 5-2 deficit.

The Mets don't just lose games, they fart them up until the smell becomes so unbearable everyone bearing witness is left gagging and puking.

That's where we are today; Mets fans leaving in droves, puking and gagging listening to the sweet sounds of silence from Omar Minaya's office. And I don't care what few prospects the Mets have left or who doesn't want to spend more money, sitting on your hands whilst the Mets season is decimated is simple negligence. If the front office doesn't care any more, what makes any one in their right mind think Mets fans will either?

And if conceding game after game wasn't enough, Jerry says on Wednesday he's going to rest Wright and Sheff, the only two Major Leaguers left in the batting order, in order to field a team against the Brewers that would struggle against a High School team.

Anyone as excited as me for tomorrow?