Tuesday, June 24, 2008

(U) R.A. DICKEY.

I wasn’t going to post anything tonight. But the 7 year old in me started giggling earlier in the game, when discussing the unfortunate surnames of two of the Mariners pitching staff, Mr. Putz and Mr. Dickey. You know what? There wasn’t a lot to be happy about tonight, at all, so yeah, we were going for humor in anything we could find - including the renaming of Mr. Dickey (whose name, unfortunately, is not Richard) around the third inning. I felt that was deserving of its own post, so, here it is.

I knew it was a bad sign when the MTA employees were yelling through their megaphones not that we should be sure to fill up our Metrocards before the game, but that the express train did not start leaving until after the game had ended, so not to come to the station before then looking for an express.

The 7 train was backed up. People walking out of the subway as though they have all the time in the world. People not understanding that if you don’t have a bag, you don’t have to wait in the bag check line.  Why are you standing there with your chicken fingers, getting cold, if you do not need to purchase a drink? Can you not just walk around the beer drinkers and head to a cash register?

So I was cranky before I got to my seat, and expected it to get better, which of course it did not. And not only did it not get better, it just got worse, and worse, and worse. I have never heard such boos, not that I exactly have any kind of barometer here, but it is what it is. Remember all that energy we saw in the dugout in Colorado? Forget it. We’re back home and back to status quo, which is a bunch of rich spoiled brats sitting on their asses and pouting. While I am glad Jerry went out there for Carlos, and I am even glad to see fire in Carlos, and yes, the calls were questionable and the behavior of the umpire uncalled for, I think what the Mets were angry at was MALAISE.

And Oliver Perez being a complete spaz. (Can I say that? Is that non-PC? Please let me know if it is.) Oliver, you are dead to me.

TBF and I have a savings account for things like rock and roll tours and playoff game invoices. We had started discussing whether we were using this money to fund the STL/KC trip, and after the weekend, I said, “Let’s wait until August to make that decision” because I honestly believed the Mets were at a turning point. Who am I kidding? No, seriously. They don’t care. They don’t want it. They get paid millions of dollars no matter what they do.

I could deal with this team being filled with terrible players. But it’s filled with good players who are playing terribly and old creaky has-beens who are acting like they are still something special. Maybe Jerry is a better manager than Willie, maybe he isn’t. All I know is that I don’t think anyone can truly manage this bunch.