And I’m not talking Tom Petty or Johnny Thunders here. No, the New York Mets actually did it again, the second year in a row that they blew it down the stretch and let a playoff berth slip through their hands (or under their gloves). While I root for them in the NL, I wouldn’t even consider myself a huge fan since I’d still go with the Twins or Yankees in a head-to-head matchup. But we don’t have to worry about that now, do we? This year’s 3 1/2 game blown lead might not have been as severe a choke as last when they were 7 games up with a couple of weeks to go, but it still hurts, and I feel my sister’s pain all the way across country from Oregon (where Jolie bleeds orange and blue).
The Mets picked up Twins’ ace Johan Santana to avoid a repeat collapse and it still didn’t matter. Johan did his part and was magnificent down the stretch, but the bullpen sucked (as they’ve done all year) and blew 4 saves in the last 17 games and there was little clutch hitting when it counted. But to lose it at home when it’s the last series ever in your original ballpark, well that’s just a damn “sheam.” This is a team of all-stars that already changed managers mid-year when they unceremoniously dumped Willie Randolph. Besides across the street to a brand new stadium, where do they go from here to get over the hump? Can you trade for heart?