Thursday, August 30, 2007
I Give Up.
Following the Mets third straight Baffling loss, their fourth in a row in this miserable trip to Philadelphia and their 5th overall, I'm officially at the end of my rope. There comes a point where the overall malaise seems to simply take hold and whatever can go wrong absolutely will go wrong. We saw it on Tuesday with Mota, last night with Marlon Anderson, and in today's latest debacle, just about everyone else on the pitching staff, whether it was El Duque, Sele or Wagner in the end.
I can't fathom how the Mets managed to ramble their way through a sweep in Philadelphia that is both embarrassing and unacceptable. After coming back twice, they basically turned the last inning and a half of today's game into a total mockery. The bitch of it is that Philadelphia basically did everything they could to hand this game over to the Mets and the Mets just couldn't hang on to it. I can't, and I don't know if any Mets fan right now can begin to explain the feelings of frustration and depression that this team just can't close the deal. With the lead now down to two games, with the bullpen in shreds and the rotation in shambles, heading into the #1 House Of Horrors, it's officially Panic time.
I'm through with offering suggestions, or trying to say anything to make myself or anyone else feel any better. Just throw it all out there and whatever happens, happens. We've got to live with the team we got. But I don't know if it's good enough anymore.
I'm out of energy to say anymore. I feel sick.