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Following last night’s game, as reporters gathered by Billy 
Wagner’s locker, talking to him about the team’s loss, Willie Randolph walked through the the room telling people…
“We’re gonna win this thing!”
Randolph, later in the night, talking to reporters directly, following the loss…
“It’s a new season. We start from scratch. We’ve come around full circle, and that’s the way we are right now…That’s the way baseball goes…Like I said, we didn’t expect to be in this spot right now, but we are, and we’re gonna have to fight through it - and we will.”
…from what i can gather, randolph talked with the team in privatly for roughly five minutes or so after the game, and i must assume what he said about to reporters is more or less what he said to his players, as well…
Moises Alou, regarding Randolph’s statement, talking to reporters after last night’s loss to the Cardinals…
“That’s the right thing to say…He’s not going to go through and say ‘I’m scared,’ or anything like that. We’re too good a team to go down like this…I have faith in this team.”
Billy Wagner, talking to reporters after the game…
“[Friday] starts a new season, and we can’t get caught up in the hype of how bad things have gone for us. We just need to think positive and believe in each other.”
Pedro Martinez, who allowed three runs through seven innings, talking to reporters after the game…
“I think we’re due to have something special happen for us…I’m expecting something good to happen…Right now, I’m a little worried with how things have developed…I hope it changes soon…Whoever played baseball has a pretty good idea that these things happen…This is a big moment for us. We’re not panicking. I don’t feel I’m under pressure. I’ve been in worse situations than this; but, I don’t know about the rest of the team. I just hope they maintain their focus, and keep their concentration going…I hope we realize as a team what we’re doing wrong and the things that we have to do to get back on track. I hope we realize it and realize it soon before it’s too late.”
David Wright, after the game…
“We’re even with three left. So, there’s two choices: Roll over, and start making vacation plans, or battle like hell and win this thing. We still feel like this is our division, and nobody in here is going to quit. As far as I’m concerned, I want to play in the post-season, and every one in here wants to play in the post-season, and if we’re going to go down, we’re going down with a fight.”
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I am a real sicko, because I still have some hope in this ridiculous team.
I can’t help notice that last night’s loss was actually an improvement, because it included good pitching, especially from the bullpen. In fact, there were a couple of good performances in the bullpen the day before (though they were mixed in with some that stunk).
Guess I’ve decided that, since I’m doomed to go down with the ship, I might as well allow myself some occasional moments of fantasy.
Nothing wrong with having hope thats what the team needs right now, well that and bullpen help.
Regardless whatever happens this team had every chance not to be in the position they are in now with 3 games left. I personally will be amazed if they come back from this, philly (pains me to say this) is on fire right now and seems to have so much more HEART out there! I hope I am wrong and the Phillies break their fans hearts just like our Mets are doing to us should be an interesting weekend.
talk is cheap. time to walk the talk.
Funny, Jimmy Rollins said something less definitive 6 months ago and Met fans still hold it against him.
Apparently the sign for a toasted Subway sandwich must be incredibly similar to the sign for “hit into a rally killing double play”……….
Talk is very cheap. We’ve been saying the right things for weeks but we’re still sitting on the ground. When will it be time for us to stand up and dust ourselves off?
Every morning I wake up optimistic and full of hope…and every night I go to bed wondering what the hell is going on.
Our pitching was great last night and our hitting was no where to be found. I shouldve expected that since we faced a pitcher we never faced before…a very worrying trend. Does this team have scouting reports?
Last year we wanted meaningful games in September and our team was so far in front that we really did not have them.
So the 182 marathon has been narrowed down to a 3 game season and if tied maybe a forth or even fifth game in October.
I will be at the game tomorrow afternoon and it will be my last regular season game in 2007 before the post season begins.
If they have home field advantage in the NLDS I will be back on Wednesday to see game ONE.
Lets Go Mets!
Willie Randolph is a joke. Hey, guess what everybody? Guess what the biggest postseason choke and the biggest regular season choke in baseball history have in common? Any guesses?
Oh, right. Willie Randolph.
Yeah, that sucked the way Willie blew two games to the Red Sox and gave up a grand slam to Damon in the 2004 ALCS. I always wondered why Torre pitched the bench coach in those situations.
Hey, say what you want, I don’t care – it’s a fact.
nice rebuttal!! “your facts are wrong”
How can you say that? He is the first manager in Mets history to lead us to back-to-back division championships…oh wait…that’s not true anymore. That right, he got the best out of his players in the past 15 games…7 game lead vanished in 15 games! But he is not to blame…it must be the players.
Hey…..are the Mets eliminated? Nope….
So shut the hell up until they are….
When they are back to back division champs, you can go dig your Mets jersey back out of the closet…
Well said, JJ. We are TIED. That means we have an EQUAL SHOT with the Phils. Oh, except that they are playing the Nats (who swept us last series) and we are playing the Marlins (who we beat 3 out of 4 just last week and against whom we are 10-5 this season..
I like these odds.
Let’s go Mets.
Hey Skillsets – long time, buddy! You might be right, but not so fast, man. It isn’t over until the fat man chokes.
LETS GO METS!
Hey, cver. I’d ask you how you’re doing, except that I already know.
I have one word for this upcoming weekend: SCOTCH.
Been there since game 1 of the season and I am not going to give up when 3 games are left. Last night was good, pitching and bullpen, and now we just have to put the hitting together with the great pitching. They’ve done it this season and it is not impossible to hope. Let’s Go Mets, fan to the end whatever the result.
Ollie’s going to come in and pitch a CG shutout tonight, making the bullpen irrelevant, and we’ll win 1-0 after getting one hit, a David Wright HR, in the bottom of the ninth. You heard it here first.
If our first hit comes in the bottom of the ninth I don’t if I would’ve made it through the whole game without breaking my TV
Hahaha, I love these comments. Where was this fight 2 weeks ago? We had a goddamn 6.5 lead with 17 to play. We have played like the 1962 mets. This team got old quick….next year I would like to see the following:
Glavine and El Duque…bye bye
Delgado – see ya
Castillo – good luck in life
Sosa -stay in the bullpen
Sele – good luck in life
Mota – someone get him some HGH
Green – Good Luck in life
Pitching rotation
1) Pedro
2) Ollie P.
3) Maine
4) Pelfrey
5) Humber
New 1B and 2B. Alou can stay just keep Endy healthy so when Alou goes down we can slide endy in there. Milledge to start in right field.
LL
Its not time to think of next year.
“Your season has come”
Ya gotta believe
Lets go Mets!
As much as I try to distance myself from what seems like a doomed season, I can’t help but to have a sense of optimism over the last three games. Maybe it is seeing what Willie said, maybe it is the fact that our pitching actually allowed less than 5 runs yesterday. But they are right. This is essentially a new season. And on top of that, if Milwaukee steps up, there are TWO playoff spots up for grabs.
I”ve been here since game one, and after all this time, theres no point in giving up after game 158. Hopefully the team can reward our undying loyalty and sweep the fish, because it seems like that is what it is going to take.
that’s exactly how I feel…. If you’ve lived and breathed this team for 158 games like I (and many of you) have, why on earth would you stop with just 3 left. You can take the torture a little longer, I promise, and then Monday, we’ll all celebrate (or wallow) … but quitting now is just silly.
Usually, I read these quotes and say, “this team is good enough that their luck can turn. We can still win this thing.” I’m just not feeling it. At this point, it wouldn’t even feel right. Either we gain a game on the Phillies, or we start Pelfrey against Lohse at CBP Monday. No thanks. I’ll take a 5 way divisional tie with 162 to play, after a few months off. I think we’ll have a much better chance then.
less chance actually, you can’t win the 2007 championship from 2008. could start Hernandez.
The negativity has to stop on this site. We have a new season that starts today a 3 game season , and we are gonna go all out to get it done
for those of you who want willie fired and omar fired and trade away everything buckled down for santana.Thats great but wait till the end of our season before you put the nail in the coffin. You guys are exactly the type or irrational fair weather fans we dont need. You stuck with this team for 5 months, your gonna give up with 3 games left. Get you ish together and get to shea tonight. This teams needs a boost and its about time the dead crowd all week gave it to them.
LETS GO METS
OK…Time to stop all the BS talk and win three straight. Ollie, Maine and Glavine…These are our top three..GET IT DONE!!!
LETS GO METS!!
Fight??? Where is this fight? Enough of this already. Come out tonight and pound on Kim. Thats the only way to get the fans going. Win a game and Saturday and Sunday will be a mad house.
Allow me to sprinkle some realism on this:
NO…the Mets can’t and won’t win this thing. Another Cerrone (and I luv ya) patch job to make the Mets community step back from the ledge. Wilie’s words mean well…..NOTHING.
This team has throwin the towel. It’s over. Philly is a tidal wave that is picking up momentum….now it just has to crash on the shore and wipe out the Mets for good. They will steamroll the Nats this weekend.
Does anyone actually take ANYTHING Willie Randolph says seriously? The team has done nothing but lose for 2 weeks now and by Randolph’s comments…..you’d think they are 10 games up. Its getting old Willie.
Your not going to win this thing. Every night I hear…its a must win, its a must win, its a must win. And you’ve done nothing but lose.
Yep…get ‘em tomorrow. And tomorrow you again..will lose.
The act is up.
why do you even watch this team then if you are just a quitter
Um, you quit on this team three weeks ago. Why are you still here? Just to complain….more…and more…..and more….
The act is up
three weeks ago? This machine broke down in May.
LOL now THAT was funny…..
Now this is disgusting:
Eventually, Citizens Bank Park’s powerful speakers took over, and blared a song fitting of Philadelphia’s 6-4 win over Atlanta and symbolic of the team’s incredible journey: “Don’t Stop Believin’.”
Oddly, while I have very little faith left that the mets will win in 3, i really do think they would win the 1 game playoff. For starters, its not at home. I can’t imagine a better feeling in the world right now than if it should come to the one game playoff and the mets totally dominate the phils. put pedro in for three innings and duque in for the next three. can you imagine being a team going up against the both of them in one night. i’d crap myself right there. baseball is not for the faint of heart. i’m w/DWright, if we’re going down, its going down fighting.
The Mets are due to sweep
You should have won this thing a week ago. Too little too late.
Just because you think it’s too late, doesn’t mean it’s too late.
The Mets started the season with a sweep, no reason they can’t end it with one.
OH…and one more thing….If you’re going this weekend…
MAKE SOME F**KING NOISE!!!! They’re partying in Philly like they already won the F**KING World Series and it make me want to vomit!!!
LETS GO METS!!!
Totally agree – we MUST get out there tonight. The Philly fans are embarassing us with the way they are bringing it. We need to make the place rock tonight from the first damn pitch on. One last weekend to save this thing.
this team is a disgrace. everything I don’t like about sports, and nothing of what i love and admire. No heart, they whine, they condescend, they lose, they lose more, they keep losing. They lose at home. They lose on the Road. They lose with pedro on the mound. They lose a one game series to the f-ing cardinals. They lose three games to a bottom feeder and get swept at home. They lose to the phillies every time they play them.
They lose lose lose.
Make a move for Christ’s sake. Show some guts. Be gentlemen.
At least Beltran can shave his disgusting ear mole that made me throw up my vicodin, sushi and Pinot Noir i was enjoying when i was forced to stare at it in high definition television.
I think I caught oliver perez staring at it in the dugout.
Last night I posed that I wouldn’t follow this weekend’s games as closely as I have the rest of the season (I’m missed maybe 15 games all season, and even when I was abroad I watched them on MLB.tv). I’m going to sleep at night in a serious funk after every heart-breaking loss. Hell, I think I may be losing my hair- and I’m only 27.
HOWEVER, I’m sticking to it, not because I’m a Pollyanna, but because I might as well see it to the bitter end. At least I can say I witnessed one of the worst choke jobs in 30 years, but I stuck by my team.
I have zero confidence that we can actually win the NL, let alone the WS. All I ask for is a pennant. I’m giddy at the prospect of offseason trades, and I do believe Randolph deserves an ass-smacking, but for now, all I want is to be NL Champion.
LET’S GO METS!
i hope omar reads this site so he can see that this off season we need…..a starter that can go 7 everytime out (more like 2), bullpen arms that have an out pitch, a real cleanup hitter, henderson fired, a 2bmen, AND NO MORE CHARITY CASES!! (mota, franco, valentin) there are more but there are the blatently obvious needs that if not addressed will lead to disaster again next year.
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
-Dylan Thomas
Well raise my rent!!!!! Lenny Dykstra reads Dylan Thomas? Nonsense, he washes cars.
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, October 2, a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.
Somehow, the summer seemed to slip by faster this time. Maybe it wasn’t this summer, but all the summers that, in this my fortieth summer, slipped by so fast. There comes a time when every summer will have something of autumn about it. Whatever the reason, it seemed to me that I was investing more and more in baseball, making the game do more of the work that keeps time fat and slow and lazy. I was counting on the game’s deep patterns, three strikes, three outs, three times three innings, and its deepest impulse, to go out and back, to leave and to return home, to set the order of the day and to organize the daylight. I wrote a few things this last summer, this summer that did not last, nothing grand but some things, and yet that work was just camouflage. The real activity was done with the radio–not the all-seeing, all-falsifying television–and was the playing of the game in the only place it will last, the enclosed green field of the mind. There, in that warm, bright place, what the old poet called Mutability does not so quickly come.
But out here, on Sunday, October 2, where it rains all day, Dame Mutability never loses. She was in the crowd at Fenway yesterday, a gray day full of bluster and contradiction, when the Red Sox came up in the last of the ninth trailing Baltimore 8-5, while the Yankees, rain-delayed against Detroit, only needing to win one or have Boston lose one to win it all, sat in New York washing down cold cuts with beer and watching the Boston game. Boston had won two, the Yankees had lost two, and suddenly it seemed as if the whole season might go to the last day, or beyond, except here was Boston losing 8-5, while New York sat in its family room and put its feet up. Lynn, both ankles hurting now as they had in July, hits a single down the right-field line. The crowd stirs. It is on its feet. Hobson, third baseman, former Bear Bryant quarterback, strong, quiet, over 100 RBIs, goes for three breaking balls and is out. The goddess smiles and encourages her agent, a canny journeyman named Nelson Briles.
Now comes a pinch hitter, Bernie Carbo, onetime Rookie of the Year, erratic, quick, a shade too handsome, so laid-back he is always, in his soul, stretched out in the tall grass, one arm under his head, watching the clouds and laughing; now he looks over some low stuff unworthy of him and then, uncoiling, sends one out, straight on a rising line, over the center-field wall, no cheap Fenway shot, but all of it, the physics as elegant as the arc the ball describes.
New England is on its feet, roaring. The summer will not pass. Roaring, they recall the evening, late and cold, in 1975, the sixth game of the World Series, perhaps the greatest baseball game played in the last fifty years, when Carbo, loose and easy, had uncoiled to tie the game that Fisk would win. It is 8-7, one out, and school will never start, rain will never come, sun will warm the back of your neck forever. Now Bailey, picked up from the National League recently, big arms, heavy gut, experienced, new to the league and the club; he fouls off two and then, checking, tentative, a big man off balance, he pops a soft liner to the first baseman. It is suddenly darker and later, and the announcer doing the game coast to coast, a New Yorker who works for a New York television station, sounds relieved. His little world, well-lit, hot-combed, split-second-timed, had no capacity to absorb this much gritty, grainy, contrary reality.
Cox swings a bat, stretches his long arms, bends his back, the rookie from Pawtucket who broke in two weeks earlier with a record six straight hits, the kid drafted ahead of Fred Lynn, rangy, smooth, cool. The count runs two and two, Briles is cagey, nothing too good, and Cox swings, the ball beginning toward the mound and then, in a jaunty, wayward dance, skipping past Briles, feinting to the right, skimming the last of the grass, finding the dirt, moving now like some small, purposeful marine creature negotiating the green deep, easily avoiding the jagged rock of second base, traveling steady and straight now out into the dark, silent recesses of center field.
The aisles are jammed, the place is on its feet, the wrappers, the programs, the Coke cups and peanut shells, the doctrines of an afternoon; the anxieties, the things that have to be done tomorrow, the regrets about yesterday, the accumulation of a summer: all forgotten, while hope, the anchor, bites and takes hold where a moment before it seemed we would be swept out with the tide. Rice is up. Rice whom Aaron had said was the only one he’d seen with the ability to break his records. Rice the best clutch hitter on the club, with the best slugging percentage in the league. Rice, so quick and strong he once checked his swing halfway through and snapped the bat in two. Rice the Hammer of God sent to scourge the Yankees, the sound was overwhelming, fathers pounded their sons on the back, cars pulled off the road, households froze, New England exulted in its blessedness, and roared its thanks for all good things, for Rice and for a summer stretching halfway through October. Briles threw, Rice swung, and it was over. One pitch, a fly to center, and it stopped. Summer died in New England and like rain sliding off a roof, the crowd slipped out of Fenway, quickly, with only a steady murmur of concern for the drive ahead remaining of the roar. Mutability had turned the seasons and translated hope to memory once again. And, once again, she had used baseball, our best invention to stay change, to bring change on.
That is why it breaks my heart, that game–not because in New York they could win because Boston lost; in that, there is a rough justice, and a reminder to the Yankees of how slight and fragile are the circumstances that exalt one group of human beings over another. It breaks my heart because it was meant to, because it was meant to foster in me again the illusion that there was something abiding, some pattern and some impulse that could come together to make a reality that would resist the corrosion; and because, after it had fostered again that most hungered-for illusion, the game was meant to stop, and betray precisely what it promised.
Of course, there are those who learn after the first few times. They grow out of sports. And there are others who were born with the wisdom to know that nothing lasts. These are the truly tough among us, the ones who can live without illusion, or without even the hope of illusion. I am not that grown-up or up-to-date. I am a simpler creature, tied to more primitive patterns and cycles. I need to think something lasts forever, and it might as well be that state of being that is a game; it might as well be that, in a green field, in the sun.
From A Great and Glorious Game: Baseball Writings of A. Bartlett Giamatti
by A. Bartlett Giamatti, et al
Why is it that I have to read this goddamn poem every year? Let some other team’s fans have to read it.
I wish the Phillies fans would have to read it instead of us, except that they can’t read.
Because you are a baseball fan, and not a Yankee fan–that’s why.
All I can think of is Rodney Dangerfield in Back To School, reciting this poem.
Okay, one comment then I’ve got to get some work done, but I have to weigh in. Here’s my only hope–that all hope was lost. Mets fell into the abyss last night, and now no one expects them to get back up. Losing this lead, and now being the underdog rather than the favorite, can be very liberating for this team.
Many of the fans have given up. The papers have declared them dead. The Phillies are now truly the team to beat.
If Randolph works it right with the players, he can get these guys to play solid, relaxed, nothing to lose ball. They do that, and I think they can sweep the Marlins. The Mets are a bad ballclub right now, but so are the Marlins.
Even if the Phils sweep the Nats and it then headed to a playoff game, for some crazy reason I like the Mets chances, as, again, the pressure is on the Phillies. The Phils are now supposed to win. They’ve been the hot team. They caught the Mets. The Mets have already choked. It will now the the Phils who choke if they can’t take care of business.
It will be interesting to see how this weekend plays out now that the psychological pressure has turned to Philly rather than us. Selling this to the Mets players is the job of the Manager. THIS is where Randolph either keeps his job, or loses it.
Time for we Mets fans, and the Mets to relax and enjoy the last three games. We’ve choked, we’ve lost. If we save the season now, what a pleasant surprise! That’s an attitude that, if it were to work out, could take them right through October.
If they think they’re still the team to beat, however, they’re going to get beat.
Okay, off to work. Matt, thanks as always for giving us fans a place to cry in our beer.
The Cardinals lost 10 of their last 14 games last year. They saw a 7 game lead shrink to 1 with 2 to play. They ended up doing OK. This thing isn’t over. A 3 game winning streak against an inferior opponent (at home) is not that far-fetched. Win 3, and we’re going to the playoffs.
They just lost 4 in a row at home to inferior teams.
So what. You can’t give up now. We play better against good pitchers any ways. We suck against pitchers we haven’t see often. We buckle down and win the division I think we will be tough to beat. I’m not scared of any of the NL playoff teams. I’m more scared of our team…we just need to get there.
This season reminds me so much of 88 just in terms of how lethargic they’ve played all summer. I remember the newspaper after game 7 to the Dodgers and Lupica is on the cover. He wrote about how the series was indicative of how they played all summer long, how unispired they were considering how much better they were than everyone else.
Look at this team, they are better than these other NL teams and they are 53-53 in the last 106 games. But at least the 88 team had won something 2 years earlier. For this team to be bored and lethargic after one NL East title is hard to fathom. Its human nature for a team that wins every year to sometimes just get bored with the season and play lazy, we’ve seen it before, but this team has been on a 1 year run of success, not 5 years. I’ll be there tonight but I’m beyond trying to figure out what to expect. I have hope, but not much at this point.
I was too young to remember all the intricate parts of 1987…what was it like that year. I know we missed the playoffs..I know it was huge disappointment, but I just wanted to know what it was like (in fan-dom).
Hey. First post here, but I think its time to make a statement. I saw this as I was reading the blog, and thought we need to get behind it. We don’t always agree, but in the end we all want the same thing. All I can say is Lets Go Mets…
from the post game thread:
“I know things are rough. I know we get on them all about everything we do wrong, but at 7:10 every night, we need to get behind them and finish this out strong. So, I ask of you, if you have tickets for the final 3 games, use them. If you can’t find, a Mets fan who wants to go and give them up. If you don’t have tickets, get on Mets.com and pay the $9 for upper reserve and go make Shea stadium rock like its never rocked before. If you want better seats, go on craigslist and buy up some of the corporate seats that are empty. All I am saying is people always complain that they get locked out of the playoff tickets because of this stupid lottery…well, here is your chance to go to the playoffs. This is a 3 game playoff series. You can be there. You have the option. It should only cost you $9 +fees if you really want to be there. If you really are a fan. Its going to be a beautiful weekend. Take the family, take a friend, take a lover…just go and make some noise. This team has been too good to us to let them down after 158 games…
Now…everybody get ready…LETS GO METS, LETS GO METS, LETS GO METS
PS. Notice there wasn’t a “hoot” in between. Its real simple, and it should start every inning for 27 outs for just 3 more days in September.”
I don’t care how inconsistent we have been this year…and all the “could’ve should’ve would’ve” that has happened…
Everyone here that is trashing the team and claiming “good riddance” then please…take all of your mets posessions and burn them because you don’t belong here. You can NEVER give up…I don’t care if you’ve lost faith…Ya gotta believe in this team…if YOU really claim to be fan.
Meaningful games in Sept…this is what its all about.
Even though they lost, I really thought that 6 run rally in the 9th the other night was going to ignite this team.
I feel that these are the problems:
1) the team has taken on the personality of its manager…mild mannered & calm but too much of the pop psych positive thinking “everything is gonna be all right.” they’ve been lulled into a state of the “warm fuzzies” like when you take pain killers.
2) Willie has misused the bullpen all year and they have nothing left. He blew out Joe Smith early. He blew out Sosa when he put him in the pen. He didn’t use Heilman enough (I believe that he needs regular work to keep that change-up down).
3) This is Omar’s bullpen that Willie’s been stuck with. Why trade Bell, Ring, Owens & Lindstrom and get nothing back? Are they great players? No, but you can’t tell me that they are worse than what we have right now.
4) Who is in control of the philosophy on pitching? If Pelfrey needs a kick in the ass to stop thinking & start pitching, why hasn’t that been done every game? Why does Sosa overuse his slider & Heilman his change-up to the point of predicability? Why does Willie use three pitchers in the 7th, not do a double switch then pinch hit for the pitcher, leaving no one but Wagner.
5) Why does this team continually make STUPID mistakes? Not physical errors but things like not hitting the cutoff man, trying to make impossible DPs when the sure out is at first, STEALING 3B WITH 2 OUTS!, not running out groundballs or pop ups, not adjusting pitch selection when the status quo isn’t working, swinging at the first pitch when we need baserunners, taking called strike three with guys in scoring position. Willie was know as a guy who did the little things. Why aren’t these things stressed on an everyday basis. If the players aren’t getting with the program, they should get some splinters.
6) How about showing some cajones? Some chin music please? Getting hits after fouling off 5 pitches.
I bought a 7 pack this year. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that tonight’s game would mean anything.
We need some “Jose, Jose, Jose” AFTER he does something good. We need some Curly Shuffle instead of Sweet Caroline. If they’re down by 5 again in the 8th, we should sing “OY, OY, OY” instead of the lame “OH, OH, OH”. We need Shea to Twist and Shout, Shake Rattle & Roll tonight. The fans have been here all along. Where have the Mets been?
Oh, forgot…
Why in God’s name did Omar sign Mota to a 2 year contract when he knew that he was suspended for steroids? We got him cheap after he crapped out in Cleveland, then he was smokin for us the rest of the way. HELLO??? Can we see a pattern here?
Then to compound the situation, why has Willie consistantly call on him in key situations when he jogs in with a gas can everytime. Does he understand what a 6+ ERA means??? Schoenweis has not been good until recently but why was he buried while Willie keeps trotting out Mota.