The second I started this piece, Neil Walker‘s bloop single over J.D. Davis‘ glove broke up Noah Syndergaard’s Perfect Game in the bottom of the fifth inning. The impetus of this piece was Robinson Cano’s inability to realize his little nubber up the first baseline was in play and failed to run to first base, let alone leave the box. However my feelings about this team have been sour for a long time. But this past series in Miami?
Oh, this series really broke me.
There’s a lot that’s going wrong with this team who left their 2018 Cy Young Winner out to dry on Friday, as the worst offense in the MLB used him as a pitching machine. Then the Mets get one-hit by Pablo Lopez, the same guy who gave up 10 runs in 3 innings just over a week ago.
And then on Sunday, Noah Syndergaard went toe-to-toe with “2019 Cy Young Hopeful” Sandy Alcantara, who threw 62 pitches in 7 innings.
The Mets began the season with a pitcher’s duel for the ages with Jacob deGrom facing off against Max Scherzer. And now we’ve come to the bottom of the barrel matchups where the Mets top arms are losing to the worst offense in baseball, and the Mets bats are going silent against Double-A pitchers.
The Marlins, on the other hand, completed their first sweep in two years. And now there’s really only one thing to do.
Mickey. I loved you, but we need to see other people. I referred to you as my dad… like a lot. And this is how you repay me? Prove to me that you helped Cleveland win in 2016, that it wasn’t the expertise of Terry Francona that brought the Tribe within a hair’s breadth of winning a World Series.
Amed Rosario has an iron glove, and cannot field his position.
Brandon Nimmo found Christ, but lost his bat in the process.
Robinson Cano seems to think he can waltz onto this team and become David Wright‘s replacement on the field and in the locker room.
This is a team that is completely dependent upon Jeff McNeil and Pete Alonso at the dish. This is a team with veterans to spare, yet they are crippling two young guys with the task of holding up this offense.
This offseason we were all sold on the idea that this Mets team could compete, that they were getting better, that Brodie wasn’t going to lie to our faces. The division felt wide open, and there was a shot at winning the East for the first time since 2015.
Instead, we have the same old Mets, with the same old problems, and the same old shoulder shrugs from the front office and the same old wishes that this team was better, more competent, that these boys would live up to the hype.
I talk a lot about unbridled optimism and the New York Mets. Each year, the Amazin’s make us believe in their abilities, that this is the year, that they are no different than the team across the river.
They are not.
They are exactly what we knew in our hearts they were.
They’re the Mets.
The Mets that lie to your face, and let you down before June.
Can things turn around? Sure, but let’s start by acknowledging that the house is on fire before talking about how to rearrange the furniture.
The first thing that needs to happen is Mickey’s removal from the Manager’s office. Do it on the plane for all I care, but get it done before showing up for the Nationals series this week. But that’s not the end of the changes, it’s just the beginning.
At this moment, I may still love the Mets, but I don’t have to like them right now.