Showing posts with label 2008 Mets Suck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2008 Mets Suck. Show all posts

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Your Move, Fred.

For the Mets fan, Wednesday night was the inevitable conclusion to the endless nightmare.

It wasn't bad enough for the Phillies to rip through Milwaukee and LA to get to the World Series, but they went and won it, my pathetic attempt at a reverse-jinx be damned. Turned out I was right on the money, and that quite honestly makes me sick.

You could hash it and re-hash it all you want, but there's no way around it: The Phillies were and will continue to be the team to beat, in our Division, in our League and for now, our entire sport. And it went further than their ability to come through in the clutch or close the deal when it needed to be closed, it's their entire organization. These are heady, sound ballplayers that continually rose to the occasion. Their team is run by people who cared about their fan base, cared about bringing home a title and cared about fixing the obvious problems with the team. They had a fan base that was frustrated and disillusioned for years, and they made them believers. Now, they've been rewarded with a World Series Championship.

On our end, we've got a pair of idiots who care more about dollar signs than a winning team. We've got a GM who cares more about his neckties than his bullpen. We've got players who can get tantalizingly close to the goal, but ultimately fold at that crucial moment. We've got a team that on paper seemed so close to competing for a title, but in reality was so very far away from competing with the real champions.

And what will we have in response?

There's not going to be any sense of security for the Mets, no matter what moves are made. There's not going to be any real enjoyment. After the way the last three seasons have gone, the outlook for Mets fans will be Grim At Best. I don't want to hear about this World Series being somehow flawed, as if the 2-day Rain Delay leading into the abbreviated game on Wednesday will take away anything from the fact that the Phillies won 4 complete games in the World Series. It shouldn't, and if you believe that this was somehow a farcical excuse for a World Series (my argument on Tuesday simply being that the weather created a surreal, farcical atmosphere, and not that the game itself was a farce), well, you're deluding yourself. I can't believe how people on WFAN right now are dumping on the Rays and Joe Maddon for the way he managed the completion of the game. I can't believe how, now, people are saying they should have thrown the 6 innings from Monday out the window. Can any Mets fan possibly in their right mind still actually think that this team was somehow fit to hang with the team that just won a World Series Championship? I'd hope not.

Despite the fact that Baseball is often a What Have You Done For Me Lately kind of sport, and the vacuum in which we operate creates that atmosphere in this City, you are ultimately remembered for the History you create. This particular era has created some fleeting Heroes for the Mets, but in reality, it's created a team that's remembered for their failures rather than their success. For the Phillies, they've created memories of a team that grew together over several years until they finally found the right mix and rode it all the way to last night, when they won a World Series Championship, something we wanted to believe we were closer to than we actually were. Maybe Brad Lidge isn't going to go 48-for-48 next season, but at least the Phillies have a guaranteed closer. Can you even give the Mets 30-for-40 in Save opportunities next year? Can you even guarantee 40 save opportunities without a complete overhaul of the Bullpen?

Nobody, NOBODY in this Bullpen as it stands right now can exist on the 2009 roster without hearing the footsteps of the past. NOBODY on this team right now can think they're the team to beat. The team to beat lies 99 miles South of us. The Mets can do us all a favor and keep their mouths shut until they're playing Baseball in Late October again. I'm not interested in talk. I'm interested in results. I'm interested in finishing the job that we supposedly started two years ago.

Heart, Guts, Balls, whatever. It doesn't matter if you've got a few guys with a lot of talent. Not if you can't finish the job you started.

Philly finished their job last night.

We're still waiting. 22 years and counting.

What's the next move, Fred?

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Bad Rerun

I tried to watch some of last night's Mets game, but for some reason, SNY had decided to show a re-run of a game from last September, although for some reason, they had dubbed in the Chicago Cubs for the Washington Nationals. The Mets appeared to look and play the same.

So much for my thinking that the Cubs would take it easy.

If this post seems somewhat disjointed, don't worry, it's just that the Mets have made me a complete basket case, so my thoughts, although formed and fully valid, just don't seem to want to connect very well to each other.

I guess this officially makes Jonathan Niese the Philip Humber for 2008. At least he wasn't sitting out in the bullpen for the past 3 weeks wondering if he'd get a chance at all. I did have higher hopes for him last night, and he certainly seemed to start out well enough before the roof caved in in the 4th and he gave up a grand slam to the opposing pitcher.

It's OK, Jonathon. You're not even the first Mets pitcher to do that this season. But your timing wasn't so good.

After the game, there was too much positive thinking going on, particularly from the hosts on WFAN, Steve Somers and Tony Paige. I know that that's sort of their job, to calm everyone down, but there are arguments that they make that are just asinine, and actually ended up making me feel worse.

1) "It's a different team."
Only in the sense that Johan Santana is going to take the ball every 5th day, as opposed to yet another question mark. Otherwise, it's mostly the same team. Oh, sure, there may be some new faces out there, but they pretty much amount to the same thing as last year, same thing as two years ago. The hitters don't seem to hit when it matters most, and the Bullpen...#!$^^#%&(^*U!#$*^!_#$^%* &* #$^%_*(%.

2) "They still have a one-game lead in the Wildcard with 6 games to go."
What the hell kind of thing is that to say? Last year, at the same time, the Mets had a 2 GAME LEAD ON PHILLY FOR THE DIVISION! AND WE ALL KNOW HOW THAT TURNED OUT!!!

3) "You know, if the game were only 7 innings long..."
Now, this argument just upsets me. It's also a complete and total asshole thing to say. Fine. If the game were 6 innings, the Mets would have a 11 1/2 game lead, and if the game were 7 innings, the Mets would have a 6 1/2 game lead. But, guess what!? THE GAME IS NOT, NOR HAS IT EVER BEEN 7 INNINGS LONG! WHAT'S THE POINT OF BRINGING THIS UP? TO MAKE US EVEN CRAZIER?

Philly continues to stampede, which is apparently their M.O. come September. They know how to finish things off. The Mets? I'm not particularly confident in their chances right now. I got my playoff tickets in the mail yesterday, and I have a sick, sad feeling that I'm not going to get to use them. Again.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

This is Fun?

I had to wait until this morning to write. I was in no mood to do so after the game, where my text message to El Guapo consisted of "It's over. We're through."

We may not be through, but we're certainly not looking too good right now. After Mike Pelfrey did absolutely everything he could possibly have done to keep the Mets in the game, the Mets offense failed to show up for the 5th game in a row. I know that the team has gone through power outages like this over the course of the season, but now isn't exactly an opportune time to do so. I'd like to say this is different than last year, but I think the only thing different from last year is that we already know what it's like. We've already seen this team go through this. You get the feeling that it's wearing on them just as much as it's wearing on us. It doesn't help when happy-talking chuckle heads like Bob Klapisch write these gloom and doom articles, and it doesn't help when I get asked "Hey, what's up with your Mets?" in some snide, sarcastic tone of voice 47 times a day, and it doesn't help when a Mets fan says to me, "We're gonna be OK!" in some thinly-veiled tone of false hope, and it really doesn't help when my insane co-worker will call me at around 12:40pm and begin screaming, and I mean SCREAMING, about Marlon Anderson and Endy Chavez, one of whom didn't even play last night, and the other whom didn't see a plate appearance.

It's easy to say that once the Mets fall out of first place, as they did last night, they probably won't see it again. It's easy to say that this whole thing is officially in their heads and now out of control, and it sure as hell appears that way right now. Jerry Manuel called a team meeting last night that appeared to have no effect. At least he appears to be conscious while this is going on. Last year, Willie was so lost that the team had to meet without him. But then the Mets go out and get shut out by a guy who, not even a week ago, they torched for 7 runs in 3 innings, and in one such inning forced him to throw 48 pitches. Now they can't hit him!? He's not a good pitcher! He's fortunate to have a Major League job, and the Mets made him look like Walter Freakin' Johnson last night. Then, I get a quote like this:

We hit some balls hard, they caught some balls, and Pelfrey pitched extremely well.

Thank you, Jerry Manuel, for this brilliant insight.

Philadelphia falls behind Atlanta and storms right back. The Mets go down a run to Washington and somehow this is an insurmountable deficit. Joel Hanrahan? Who the hell is Joel Hanrahan? I'll tell you who he is: He wild-pitched the winning run home for the Mets in a game back in April. Remember him? Now, he's Goose Gossage? I don't think so. This team clearly has its head so far up its ass it's ceased to be charming or funny or something to throw cliches at. But at this point, I don't know if anybody on this team even knows how to react in any other way. Take David Wright, for example, who got one of the 4 hits the Mets were able to muster against Odalis Perez. In the 6th inning, he was legitimately robbed by Willie Harris (whom I don't have the energy to launch a full-scale diatribe against, however rest assured I hold him in the same regard as Shane Victorino) on a ball that would certainly have tied the game had it not been caught. But it was caught, and in reality, the Mets had no business allowing the game to come down to a play like that. In the 9th, Wright battled Hanrahan before predictably striking out.
Last week, I would have thought him a likely candidate to hit one out of the park and tie the game. Not now. Not with the Mets playing within the last 2 weeks of the season. Now, it's Idiot Time! And after the game, Wright gives us this gem:

This is what makes it fun. We've got 12, 13 games left to decide the season, this is what you work for, this is what you prepare for, and as an athlete, you love this.

This is fun? Really? David, last week, you fed this guy his lunch. Now, he comes back and beats you 1-0, knocking you out of 1st place. Your teammates haven't hit in 5 games, you've lost 4 of them, and your team, as a whole, appears tight and haunted by the ghosts of last September. Maybe it's somehow fun for you to lose excruciating games that your bullpen pukes up, maybe it's fun for you to get repeatedly robbed by a pipsqueak in a #1 jersey, I don't know. You must be a masochist to think this is fun right now. I'm not having fun.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Once Things Look Up...

So, something rather predictable happened on Sunday afternoon. Given a 2-run lead in the 9th inning, Luis Ayala, anointed the closer, came in and gave up 2-singles and a 3-run HR to Ed Norton, who apparently climbed out of the sewer to beat the Mets. Wow. What a team.

I guess the same thing could have happened on Saturday afternoon as well, except that Scott Schoeneweis did a sufficient job of making sure it didn't even get to Ayala.

Many people will probably tell me that these guys rebounded and continued to play well in spite of this, even sweeping Milwaukee, and winning some hairy games against Washington, with whom they'll play 4 games of massive importance this week. You know, Washington, who the Mets got off to early leads against and then watched as they came back each time, and made both games much closer than they needed to be?

It's really funny the way the Mets work. I went into this in a bit of detail after the last meltdown in Philadelphia. Somehow the Mets seem to go into this complacent mode after they go up a few runs, like, say, a 4-2 lead in the 7th or 8th inning, and don't tack on, and teams realize this and keep playing. This is why teams don't like the Mets and don't respect the Mets, and then, the Mets have a pair of games like this in the middle of a pennant race that they spit up. And it happens all too often. It's one thing to blame Luis Ayala for blowing a 2-run lead, and he should be blamed for it because his outing yesterday was an absolute disgrace. But this wouldn't have happened had the Mets gone into the 9th inning with a 5-run lead, which is probably what they should have had, given the number of men they had on base.

As I, and perhaps every other Mets fan knows, every loss, especially every loss like the two to Atlanta over the weekend brings back that horrendous reminder of last season, and the ghosts start to come out, and the bad feelings return, and the questions start to get louder and louder until we all want to start tearing our hair out and run into the street screaming. 1 game up with 14 to play. My co-worker says the Mets should go 4-10. Yes, this isn't last year's team. Yes, this is a team that's shown the ability to come back and charge ahead despite some damaging losses. But now's the time they really have to do it, and it means that Carlos Beltran and Carlos Delgado can't be giving away At Bats with a 2-run lead. Let them get an 8-run lead, then, they still shouldn't give away at bats. Washington is terrible and the Mets blasted them for 23 runs in 2 games last week, and somehow that was just barely enough. This time, the Mets don't need to just win. They need to beat Washington's heads in. I mean some 9-2, 13-4 games. Philadelphia's got the hot hand again, and you know them and their gum-flappers and their tiny ballpark. The Mets have to keep pace. Now isn't the time to start sucking each other's popsicles.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Further Down The Spiral

I'm not done.

My Postgame rant was short circuited by my overt hatred for #8 in the whatever the hell the color Philly wears, but nonetheless, there's more you can say about the events of early this morning or last night or whenever. I think my point was fairly clear, but in case it got lost in the virtual screaming and swearing, here it is again.

Last night's game proved what the general consensus in the league is: You can't take the Mets seriously, and you can always beat them if you catch them at the right moment. And last night was a prime example. The Makeup against Pittsburgh. The games in July vs. Philly. They've done it all season long, and they did it last year too. It's the sign of a team that has no guts, no heart and no Killer Instinct. Last year, it was exploited to the point of embarrassment. Teams that fall behind against good teams, and I mean GOOD teams, like, say, the Angels, when they fall behind, they know the game's over. The Angels will outhit you, bury you, and if it's close, they bring in guys like Shields and Francisco Rodriguez and get the fucking job done. End of story (Yes, I know). A team like the Pirates would piss their pants and go cry for their mommy. But not against the Mets. Teams always play against the Mets until the last out, because they don't respect the Mets, and the Mets will, every so often, spit it up like last night, and this lets teams, be they good, bad or whatever, that you'd better always play hard against the Mets, because if you can knock their starter out in the 5th or 6th, there's no guarantee that they can piece together the rest of the game. And this happens over and over and over and it's costing the Mets games, and big games against their chief rival, and ruining the confidence and the sanity of their fans, who, after the way this season has gone, can't tell up from down anymore.

To make matters worse, the Mets bullpen actually didn't pitch a bad game last night, if you cherry pick the guys you saw. Sanchez, Ayala and Schoeneweis were the ones who got tagged, in case you missed it. But then you have the chief whipping boy, Heilman, and his 9.90 ERA for August come in and throw 3 scoreless, albeit sweaty, innings. This bullpen is schizophrenic. You don't know who's going to show up! Is it the good Heilman, or the Heilman who walks 2 guys and gives up a 3-run HR? Is it the good Schoeneweis, or the Schoeneweis who gives up a leadoff triple? And this changes on a day-to-day basis. There's two starters right now who have proven themselves as bonafide innings eaters, and one of them is pushing a limit he's never been pushed to before. But can you blame Manuel for pushing him further? Consider the alternative!

Santana tonight, and if you don't think this is the biggest start he's made all season, well, then the Mets have already pushed you over the edge. The rest of us are pretty close to it.

Here We Go Again...

What would a late August trip to Philadelphia be without another ridiculous game against that stupid team in that stupid ballpark where our own stupid team somehow manages to hand it over?

It's not the Bullpen this game, although it did take quite a bit of work to blow a 7-0 lead. They can only take some of the credit. I'm putting this one squarely on the shoulders of the stupid offense and their inability to stretch out the lead. The Mets failed to score a run after the 4th inning, which has been a trademark when this team has shown its inept side. While the Box Score will show you that they only left 9 men on base, the fact that the Mets managed to hit into 3 double plays that completely undercut rallies that could have put the game away will likely be lost. The fans and the media will write about how the bullpen blew it again, but, really, how much can you blame them? This is the same thing that happened to the Mets in the game against Pittsburgh 3 weeks ago, same thing against Philly in July at Shea. They don't put the game away, they let the other team hang around, and in this stupid little bandbox and this stupid little team with their F)* $(&$^(&$^&q&^%(@$ PUNY LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT SHANE MOTHERFUCKING VICTORINI AND THEY BLOW IT AGAIN! I HATE THIS SHIT! I HATE THAT GUY! GODDAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!

Perhaps I should stop now and go to sleep. But how the hell can you go to sleep after a game like this? The only solace is that the Mets seem to throw up stinkers like this every so often, and they can, indeed, rebound. But can they? I've lost the ability to think about these things so clearly anymore.

Monday, August 11, 2008

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!!


Well, the Mets do it again.

With the Pirates in town, the Mets kick off this fly-by-nite game by looking like the team they should be and ended it by looking like the team they are. Sure, the scrutiny for this vomit job will fall on the shoulders of Sanchez, Heilman and Schmegeggie or whoever the hell else was out there, but while we're at it, let's give a little credit as well to David Wright, who came up big early and small late, Fernando Tatis, Carlos Beltran and Carlos Delgado for failing to put this game out of reach when they had the chance to, and allowing the lousy Pirates to stick around and stick around and come back and win a game that the Mets should have, by all rights, scored 15 runs and just buried the suckers.

Instead, we're the suckers, because we continue to believe the charade.

The fans will vent, and, again, they'll blame the bullpen, and they're not wrong. But the problems are greater than that. They don't get hits when they need to, the Manager plays everything too close to the vest, and there's no killer instinct. Sometimes, you go in and play a team and you bow down, sort of like what the Angels did to the Yankees over the weekend. Not the Mets. Every team comes to play against the Mets. There's no killer instinct. Everyone knows that the Mets will get lazy and give games away. They should have pummeled Florida last weekend, but no. They barely won Saturday and got hammered Sunday because of stupid moves and stupid play. And they spit it up again today. It's disgusting. I'm about to go on a Chris Russo-level rampage. This team can't beat the teams they're supposed to beat. They play down to the level of every stupid team. Now, they get 7 games against Washington and Pittsburgh. A good team would go 6-1. The Mets, if everything they display holds true, stand a very good chance of going 1-6! WHY WASTE OUR TIME! EVERY SINGLE YEAR I GET MYSELF JUICED UP FOR THIS STUPID TEAM AND THEY SPIT IT UP EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!!

Excuse me, I have to go slam my head into my desk a few more times.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Neutral

With my show having opened this weekend, my weekend was, predictably, tied up and I didn't get to see much. That being said, I see I missed absolutely nothing, short of the Mets flipping the calendar and instead of flipping to August, they flipped to June. The problems that plagued the Mets throughout the early period of this season seem to have returned en masse. The situational hitting vanished, the bullpen repeatedly shit the bed, and Ho-Jo stood there in his sunglasses and looked sharp.

San Diego is coming in this week, featuring the same pu-pu platter of pitchers that the Mets were unable to beat earlier this season. I'll be in attendance on Wednesday night. This series ought to be a good barometer of just how far, if at all, the Mets have come.

I'd write more, but, in all honesty, I'm dead ass tired and in need of a nap, and besides, haven't I made enough snide remarks and stabbing jokes at the Mets expense for one season?

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Existential Crisis

After Monday night's game, I received a phone call, at around 10:50pm from my co-worker, who was yelling and screaming about the Mets and David Wright and Ho-Jo, and summarily recapping everything that he's been complaining about for the past season or so. It's not so much that I disagree with him, I don't, but the timing and the length of the phone call, the contents of which could sufficiently be recapped in yesterday's post, got me to thinking.

What the hell am I doing?

Is this really worth it? Am I just wasting my time going to games and writing this thing?

Last night's game didn't give me anything more to write about the Mets than what I'd written Monday, or last week, or last month, or last year. There's nothing interesting going on here.

When I arrived home, already knowing the outcome of the game without having seen a second of the action, I looked at mets.com for the highlights. I could only find one, of course, Manuel and Beltran's ejections. Clearly, that was the only highlight of the game from the Mets fan perspective.

The game, already a mess at that point, continued to spiral out of control. I would guess there were about 400 people left in the stands. On WFAN, it was even worse. Callers, those who watched and those who were there, seemed frustrated and tired. People were complaining that the Mets weren't trying. We know they're trying. It's beyond the complaint and admission of last year that they weren't trying hard enough.

The problem right now is that they're just not good. This is not a good team, and I think it's making all of us just a little bit crazy right now. Even their wins over the past week haven't exactly been top-notch victories. Then again, as bipolar as the Mets have been, they could just as easily turn around and wheel off 5 of their next 7 or something like that.

But they don't inspire that kind of confidence, do they.

It still makes me wonder what the hell I'm doing this for. I have a feeling, sometimes, that I could just copy and paste one of my older posts and it could apply just as well to the team's current situation. I know it's cheating, but then again, I feel cheated by this team.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

A Difficult Decision

As per the 7-pack I purchased during the Winter, I have ended up with tickets to tonight's game against Arizona. It just so happens that I'm the lucky recipient of tickets to a game where the already struggling and power-impotent Mets get to send one of their lesser pitchers, Mike Pelfrey, to the mound against one of Baseball's Best in Brandon Webb.

This is actually the fourth straight year I've been to a Mets/DBacks matchup. That's no great shakes. But what is an odd coincidence is that this is the third year in a row that I'm going to a Mets/DBacks game that was started by Brandon Webb (the one that wasn't, in 2005, however, did involve Pedro and the Shea Sprinklers). Webb, clearly on top of his game now, did a pretty good job of shoving the Mets bats up their asses the previous two times I've seen him pitch. Two years ago, this game fell in the midst of a stretch in which every game I attended was an absolute classic. This particular game followed suit, as Webb and Pedro threw zeros at each other all night, until Endy won the game in the 13th.

Last year wasn't quite as good, although as you can see here, I had a nice view of it.

This year, lord only knows. I'm not exactly looking forward to the game. In fact, if I didn't already have these tickets, I probably wouldn't even be going. There are, in fact, people who have told me to just eat the tickets and save my time. True, there are better and more interesting things I could be doing rather than watching the Mets predictably get pounded into submission. Sitting at home gloomily masturbating might be a more productive use of my time. I'm a little torn. Go to the game? Do something else? I've been spending my morning thinking of reasons I should go. At least the weather is supposed to be nicer than it's been. Maybe Pelfrey will throw a No-Hitter. It's Jose Reyes' Birthday, I should celebrate with him.

Or should I just scream?

Monday, June 9, 2008

Blah, Blah, Blah

Blah blah blah blah blah METS blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah WAGNER blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah DELGADO blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah REYES blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah WRIGHT blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah BELTRAN blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah PEDRO blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah SANTANA blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah WILLIE blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah BENCH GUYS blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah CHURCH blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah DL TWO WEEKS AGO blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah ALOU blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah SOMEONE UNDER THE AGE OF 40 blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah CASTILLO blah blah blah blah blah blah blah BUNTS blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah SCHNEIDER blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah TATIS blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah NOT A LONG TERM SOLUTION blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah GET A HIT WITH RUNNERS ON BASE blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah 2-OUT RALLY blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah? Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Blah blah blah BULLPEN blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah SCHOENEWEIS AND FELICIANO blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah NOT THEIR FAULT NOBODY COULD GET A HIT blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah PELFREY blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah PITCHED DECENT FOR ONCE blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah SANTANA. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah GET OFF HIS BACK, HE WON'T WIN MUCH IF HE GETS NO RUN SUPPORT blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah MAINE, OLIVER PEREZ blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah NO MARGIN FOR ERROR blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah INSTANT DISASTER blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Blah blah blah blah blah WILLIE blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah HO-JO AND PETERSON blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah OMAR blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah UNDISCIPLINED TALENT blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah NO EXECUTION blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah SHORT TERM GOALS LED TO LONG-TERM PROBLEMS blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah CASTRO blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah BORROWED DUANER'S ALARM CLOCK? Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO FORGET WHICH TIME ZONE YOU'RE IN blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah HEADS MUST ROLL blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. 3rd PLACE TEAM AT BEST. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah TOTAL EMBARRASSMENT blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah IT'S NOT SO EARLY ANYMORE blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah PHILLY'S RUNNING AWAY blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah OUT OF THIS BY THE 4th OF JULY blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.