I have been rooting for the rotting New York Mets for 21 years. I have in essence based my life around them at times. And yet they still continue raise my expectations every year only to stab me in the heart every single year.
This roster needs to be altered to beat those scumbags in Philly. Bottom line: Omar Minaya has to get a bat in here to protect David Wright in the fifth spot. In other words, the bat he should have gotten during the offseason. Signing K-Rod was great, but it was not enough. And no, Gary Sheffield is not the answer. And can I see one pitcher on this team throw the ball at Utley's head? Or Rollins' head? Or Ibanez's head? How about showing some freaking sack?
This team can only hope to compete for the wild card, nothing more. And even that is being generous. When I visit the shiny, new, intimate (aka tiny), ignore our own history, bow down to the Brooklyn Dodgers, corporate, catering to the billionaires who don't care about the team, who give a shit about the middle class and the families, park known as CitiField in just two weeks, I expect that place to sound like a morgue.
It is an utter joke. And there is no end in sight.
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