With 10 games left on their docket and expectations far removed from the equation, I feel a sense of relief that the Mets miserable season is finally coming to a close. It’s just a shame that Terry Collins last hurrah was laden with so many hardships.
The abundance of blown leads, first inning pitching implosions and a slew of unfortunate Sundays has been painful to endure. It’s as if I were watching the movie, “Ground Hog Day” without the intentional laughs.
I’ve been a fan of the game since the tender age of eight, and never have I seen a team self-destruct in such ill-fated fashion. Wilmer Flores fouling a ball off his face and fracturing his nose? Come on!
I’m sickened and saddened by what’s become of the Mets once brilliant pitching staff. Who would’ve thought that the rotation to be reckoned with would topple like a wall of dominoes two years removed from competing in the Fall Classic?
Injuries have played a big part, but some were self-inflicted wounds that I blame on the careless trainers and conditioning coaches that allowed or looked the other way as their stable of million dollar players lifted massive amounts of weights as if they were training for a title-boxing bout.
Remember when Tiger Woods desire to be a Navy Seal caused him to bulk his way out of the PGA? Well, Noah Syndergaard’s steady diet of barbells has kept him in the dugout since May 1 due to a right latissimus dorsi tear and Yoenis Cespedes 900 pounds of squatting had him sitting on the bench with harrowing hamstring results. His lack of hydration certainly didn’t help, but who needs electrolytes when you’re a professional athlete? What do I know? I just run half marathons.
Looking toward 2018 season, the Mets will need to get other aspects of their act together. Their bullpen, albeit compromised by a depth depleted starting rotation, needs some loving, and their infield must find some consistency. It seemed like every day was another case of, “Who’s on first, second, short and third?” And speaking of third, please buy a guy who can play there.
Also, stop keeping the position warm for David Wright because with all due respect it’s time for the captain to hang up his cleats. If he wants to maintain a title, why not make him the manager of the team when Collins retires at the end of this season? He’s one their own who’s highly revered and every once in a while if he feels in need of a little fix, he could always go old school like Joe Torre, Frank Robinson or Pete Rose and put himself in the line-up.
So, as the remainder of the Mets irregular regular season lumbers on, I know I said I have no expectations, but wouldn’t it be nice to end the Collins reign on a high note by annihilating the Nationals at home and win what’s left of his Sundays?