The Acceptance of Failure

Ladies and Gentlemen I give you the FACE of the Mets Franchise!

The Mets ended another losing season yesterday in Miami with a surprising win, only the 28th in the last 76 games that the team has played. For the fourth season in a row the Mets have been relegated to second division status, for the fourth season in a row the Mets have played embarrassing bad and losing baseball in the second half of the season. You, me and Greg Prince are having a tough time accepting this losing season after losing season but with the exception of SNY’s Bobby Ojeda the New York Mets organization has accept failure and its’ this acceptance of this losing culture that is the most damming and frustrating part of an ownership, front office, and manger that not only tolerates this mess but goes out its way to be like a soccer mom to the underachieving  players they employ, offering orange slices and juice boxes after uninspiring  loss after uninspiring loss instead of some good old fashion tough love and a kick in their double knit pants.

If listening to Terry Collins, who is slowly starting to irk me with his “the sun will come out tomorrow” press conferences after each and every uninspiring game this second half, tell me of how his team played hard and never let up wasn’t enough to make me puke, it was this Tweet from Justin Turner utility player and all important pie thrower that put me over the edge.

Of course the lemmings of our fan base were agreeing with Turner which meant I had to go and spoil it all by doing the job that Fred or Jeff Wilpon, Sandy Alderson and Terry Collins should have done, given Turner a dose of New York City reality. I would have left it at one nasty tweet but when Turner tweeted he couldn’t wait to get to spring training, I was apoplectic, and why does Justin Turner think he deserves to be a NY Met in 2013? Is throwing pies a dying art form like a blacksmith or a shoe cobbler? Again the fact that Turner is so damn happy about the events of the 2012 baseball season and to say he’ll be back in 2013 with the Mets in St. Lonesome is all the evidence I need to make my case that this organization has accepted failure.

During the A’s-Rangers telecast yesterday, A’s play by play man Glen Kuiper spoke about his pre-game talk with A’s reliever Ryan Cook who had come on to pitch in five straight games as the A’s completed the unbelievable job of ousting the Rangers from first place for the first time all season to become the AL West Champs. Kuiper said he asked Cook if he was feeling any fatigue with his workload so heavy the last week or so, Cook told him, “no one on this club is tired we have all winter to rest we are on a mission to win a championship”. Cook is 25 years old. Ruben Tejada is 21 years old and according to his manager needed some time off as the rigors of the season were wearing him down. That is the difference between a team fighting to win and a team accepting failure.

It has nothing to do with money it has to do with will, the will and mind set to win.  The Mets are severely lacking in the intestinal fortitude it takes to win a championship. The can discover oil under Citi Field making old Freddy a billionaire, it won’t matter until someone of authority steps up and starts ridding this team of the complacent  losers that permeate the Mets clubhouse,  if not, enjoy a few more years of 77-85 baseball

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The Day The Magic Was Back

When people ask me why I root for the NY Mets, I tend to pause and try to form the answer in my head but I find that it’s too complicated to explain to the uninitiated. Not just fans of other teams but mostly to those who are not baseball fans at all. Yesterday would have been the perfect day to take all the non-baseball fans I know to Citi Field and expose them to that amazing phenomenon we know and love as Mets baseball.

Yesterday was a day of pure love and total affection for a team and a player who has won over our hearts. No talk of claw backs, bridge loans, trades and overall angst of another losing season. No this day was a throwback to the kind of parties we used to throw in our old house where no one cared if you spilled some beer on the floor or scattered empty packages of Guldens mustard and your cup holder was the cracked concrete under your seat not some fancy schmanzy do-hickey thingy in front of your seat.  Yesterday was a day where Mets fans said just because we moved on up to a dee-lux ballpark in sky, that we forget where we came from and it was about time we started acting like the who we are loyal, boisterous, opinionated and most importantly knowing how to have a good time at the ballpark baseball fans that we are.

The day was about R.A. Dickey and the spotlight deserves to shine brightly on Dickey who I have had the honor of meeting a few times at Citi Field and he mesmerizes me during each and every visit I’ve had with him, and it was about who we are as Mets fans. R.A. Dickey is why we are Mets fans. Dickey’s story is our story; it’s the essence of Metsdom.  Once a first round pick ready to sign for 7 figure bonus until an x-ray shows his right elbow is missing a valuable piece of tendon which knocks that bonus down a couple of figures.  He knocked around the big leagues for a while but without much success, Dickey was ready to throw in the towel and try a new profession but something told him to try one more time. He learn a pitch that no one respects and writers belittle him that he is trying to get hitters out with smoke and mirrors but the critics are ignorant to the time and sweat equity you’ve put into making this pitch work for you.  Other men who have had success with this pitch answer your call for help and you not only master the pitch but get to the point where the pitch and your personal perseverance pays off where you are now consider the best starting pitcher in your league.  Forget Hollywood, that’s Flushing Baby!!!

That’s us in a nut shell, why is it that during the bleakest of times during a down season we all see a vision in our heads of Tug McGraw slamming his glove into his thigh and the words YA GOTTA BELIEVE!! Flashing all around in out subconscious? I imagined Casey, Mrs. Payson, Gil, and Tug looking down yesterday at the scene at Citi Field Casey telling Mrs. Payson  “Amazin’ Amazin’ Amazin’” and Gil speaking out loud “see what some toughness and believing in one another can achieve”? and Tug hovering over by the seats in center field with the crew from the 7 Line yelling “Can I get a beer here”?

I’m sure many of the younger members of this Mets team was surprised by the passion and exuberance  of the crowd yesterday for many of them it was there first time seeing the true blue and orange Mets fan doing his and her thing. Oh they have seen big opening day crowds but opening day is mostly amateur hour as a lot of the suits and ties think it’s good day too to take the corporate tickets and act like assholes.  Closing day is where you separate the posers from the die hards.

What a difference from last year’s final game at Citi Field to this year. Last year was freezing with a cold drizzle and there were maybe 2,000 folks at the game but we were there to see Jose Reyes win a batting crown and to thank him for being Jose Reyes since the odds were good he would be an ex-Met in 2012. Reyes of course reciprocated our coming out to cheer him on by bunting and then bidding the game and the Mets fond farewell. It left us stunned and angry.

Yesterday after morning rain the sun came out it was a bit muggy but not uncomfortable and the man we came to see was not only happy to see us but thank us for our undying support. So it was much better closing day at Citi Field than last year and hopefully closing day in 2013 will be even better after winning a World Series championship. Am I out of mind? No but after yesterday I just Gotta Believe!.

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WELL I CAN TELL BY YOUR GAME, YOU’RE GONNA START A FLAME, LOVE BABY LOVE I’M NOT GONNA CHOKE FROM THE SMOKE GOT ME TIGHTENIN’ UP MY STROKE DO YOU FEEL IT GIRL YEAH

Odds are that tonight will be the finale of the 2008  baseball season as Cole Hamels should make quick work  of the Famous Rays who were losers as soon the pulled in to Cheesesteak City wearing  those baseball caps for pussies as so there little ears wouldn’t get frost bit in the fridged 55 degrees temps. Just like their football cousins the Famous Rays can’t take the mild.

 

Seems the gas lines in the Philadelphia area and long from Camden NJ to Central City as Phillie fans fill up their empty beer bottles and concoct their celebratory Molotov Cocktails in preparation of burning down the city in honor of the Phillies World Series Championship. Let’s play a little guessing game, how many cars will be destroyed by fire in the CBP parking lot tonight? I’ll say 10. How many fans will suffer gunshot wounds? I’ll say 6. How many arrests altogether following the game will the Philly PD make? Put me down for 150. Or will the settle for just a good old fashion subway beat down?

 

Dan Graziano has a good “keep the core” column on the Mets and what they need to build around “the Core”

 

Bill Madden with the lowdown on Jake Peavey and the Florida Marlins closeout sale. You’d have to think that Kevin Gregg is on Omar’s winter shopping list.

 

Get your popcorn ready Icelander fans; the Broadway Blueshirts are coming to the Mausoleum tonight. I love seeing all those Ranger sweaters in the front row seats behind the Icelander bench.

 

Check out this video I found via the outstanding Uni Watch site, it’s a 1965 Mets highlight film and I use the word “highlight” very loosely as that 65 Mets added to the franchise start of futility by posting a 50-112 record, the fourth straight 100+ losing season. Also that season saw the end of the managerial reign of the Old Perfesser as a broken hip not only ended Casey Stengel’s Mets managerial career but his career in baseball period. Former Giants catcher Wes Westrum took over as manager (Westrum got the job over Yogi Berra who was on the coaching staff and had 9 AB’s that season ). Also on the 1965 roster was the immortal Warren Spahn and Tug McGraw and Ron Swoboda made their big league debuts. Again a tip of the blue and orange Mets cap to Uni Watch for the link. 

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