Not quite numb, but plenty disgusted

Renting the movie Schindler's List would be more uplifting than watching the 2009 New York Mets.

And to anyone who felt the Mets should have approved the proposed trade for Roy Halladay, the great Toronto pitcher, I say this. If he was pitching, would it have made any difference? Against John Lannan and the powerhouse Washington Nationals, this team managed six singles, 17 groundball outs, and as usual, zero runs in a 4-0 loss.

First, Oliver Perez. 3 years, $36 million. Perez has now walked 17 batters in 17 innings since returning from the disabled list, and on the year he has earned $155,454.55 per walk so far. At least when he gives up runs now, he is leaving it to two or three an inning as opposed to five or six. That's a step in the right direction!

And I am so tired of Fernando Tatis. As big as he was last year with so many big hits and clutch home runs, he has been that bad this year. He hit into another double play tonight, his 12th of 2009. And Jerry Manuel had the nerve to bat him in the fifth spot. Get him off the team right now. Let him go back to Latin America and build more churches.

Now to the news of Monday. Although there is a lot of mystery as to whether this trade was really offered or not, the news was the Mets had rejected a trade proposal from Toronto where they would have acquired Roy Halladay and they would have given up prospects Fernando Martinez, Bobby Parnell, Jon Niese, and Ruben Tejada. Many Mets fans initial reaction was anger and disbelief. How could Omar Minaya not pull the trigger to form the greatest 1-2 starting pitchers punch that baseball would have seen since Koufax and Drysdale?

I do not agree. I do not and did not want Roy Halladay. Not because he isn't capable, he is absolutely a splendid hurler. But if the Mets were to get Doc, it would be for the rest of this garbage year and next year before he becomes a free agent. And who's to say the 33-year old Cy Young Award winner would re-sign here? With his outstanding resume, he would want a 5-year contract for about $90-100 million. And since the Mets will never have a large enough payroll to where they would have to pay the luxury tax (I have no problem with that by the way), they would not be able to spend money to sign or trade for some bats that can breathe some life into this offense which is hooked up to the respirators as we speak.

Instead of heartbreak in September, it came in June and July this year. Meaningless August baseball begins in one week. Even I, at the beginning of April, would not have believed it was possible.

Song pick: "Time on His Hands" James Blundell