‘Ode to the New York Metropolitans

M is for the many games you’ve lost this year – Twenty three to be exact. It’s not even June yet.
E is for every time you let us down. Every pop up with the bases loaded. Every runner stranded in scoring position. Every swing and a miss for strike three to end an inning. Every botched throw. Every missed play. Every homerun given up to the opposition. Every racy comment. Every dodged interview. Every single thing.
T is for the talent that you claim you have.
R is for Randolph and his lack of managerial skills, among other things.
O is for Omar, who just doesn’t get it.
P is for the pity that the rest of the teams and their fans probably have for us.
O is for the obvious – this team is in trouble.
L is for loss after loss after loss – need I say more?
I is for I just can’t take it anymore. I don’t understand it. And I don’t like it.
T is for time to make change…please…anything…
A is for this team’s attitude – just like that of it’s manager – it just plain stinks! Start caring. Start trying. Start believing again.
N is for the Nationals who will soon be ahead of us too!
S is for the shame that you should have in the way you carry yourselves – both on and off the field.