Ken, my cousin-in-law, believes I’m an idiot. His beliefs are well-founded as I steadfastly stuck to my prediction of the Mets winning 92 games this year. A casual look at the standings reveals the Mets have a record of 32 and 46 with 84 games remaining. That means they need to go 60 and 24 to accomplish that feat. That’s a .714 winning percentage for those of you scoring at home.
Now that I see it on paper, I agree with Ken.
A season that had such promise when they started 12 and 2 has gone horribly wrong. In typical Mets fashion, they achieve perfection in things going wrong. From the majority of the team visiting the disabled list to setting Major League Baseball records for futility, the Mets are a traveling freak show.
This team can’t even participate in a brawl properly. When was the last time you saw benches clear for a hug?
Making matters worse is Mickey Callaway trying to position the non-fight as a good way to spark life into the team. Someone needs to tell the hay seed from Cleveland hugging is not fighting. Full disclosure: I did not like his hiring. I thought he came off disingenuous and whenever a team continually harps about how impressive someone is I get the feeling they are trying to convince themselves not me.
His whole spiel about caring about the players as people also seemed off tune. In fact, his whole approach seems contrived. I prefer people who are true to themselves and not trying to maintain an aura.
He has mis-managed the bullpen and seems clueless of game situations with his decisions. Heck, he can’t even submit the right lineup card. His inconsistency was painfully obvious during the game last night. He pulls Robert Gsellman after 13 pitches because “he didn’t have it” but stays with Jeurys Familia when everyone in the ball park and watching at home knew he did not have it.
Everyone, of course, except Callaway who blissfully sat there oblivious to the oncoming crash.
Callaway has also made several blunders with the press. First whining that New York is a hard place to play and then again last night with a snarky response regarding “how baseball works” when trying to explain his Familia decision.
Hey Mickey. This is how employment works in New York: Perform and you keep your job.
He seems like a nice man but completely over his head. Once again the Mets put someone in a position to fail be it a player, coach or manager. The Wilpons get what they pay for but the fans are paying for the Wilpons. Callaway does not seem ready to manage yet alone manage on a stage as large as New York. Perhaps he needs to talk to Joe Torre or Terry Collins.
Actually, he needs common sense. The best way he could have gotten the fans and media off his back was to start his after game press conference by simply acknowledging he screwed up. “Let me just start by saying I blew that one. That’s on me. I was not thinking but this is what I’m going to do to make sure it doesn’t happen again….”
Boom. Done. Most people love those who hold themselves accountable and loathe those who think they are smarter than the average bear. Just ask any Liberal.