Utter Embarrassment

After the Mets squeaked out a victory in Anaheim (or if your Artie Moreno, Los Angeles even if your 40 miles north) and in a victory I fell asleep in the 7th inning I wake up to find out that the Mets fired Willie Randolph at 3 o'clock in the morning local time. This reaks of cowardly move. The Mets brass couldn't fire Willie and 2 of his coaches (Rick Peterson and Tom Nieto) two days ago back in New York? Wouldn't that have been the smart and logical thing to do? Instead they fly Willie and Co. out to the left coast and fire them! And now we know why these Mets have won nothing under the ownership of the Wilpon's, it's obvious that Nelson Doubleday knew what the fuck he was doing when he was part owner of the Mets.

It's time like these where I'm very happy to be a Giants fan (Superbowl nonwithstanding) they have two owners who know what they are doing in John Mara and Steve Tisch. You think they would have let Willie Randolph float in the wind like the Mets did for over a month? No, absolutely not. I remember when all speculation was that Tom Coughlin was going to be fired and you know what the Mara's and Tisch's did? They help a press conference to tell us, the fans that Coughlin was coming back AND signing a 1 year extension. They didn't do what the Mets did and let Randolph waffle for a month, nor did they hold TWO press conferences that told us nothing.

In today's New York Post writer Mike Vaccaro writes the following:
"What a crowd, these bums are, all of them, from the Wilpons at the top to Omar Minaya down below, all of them who conspired to botch this firing worse than any firing has ever been botched. Ever. You wouldn't trust these guys to run a 7-11, let alone a National League baseball team. What a joke. What a cowardly, dastardly joke."


It's hard NOT to disagree with what Mr. Vaccaro is writing. They waited until everyone on the east coast was sleeping with their loved ones, or in my case with my platinum haired blow up doll (Oh shit, did I just write that?!) were sleeping. This is on equal footing of the Baltimore Colts moving up and leaving town in the middle of the night and driving to Indianapolis in 1983. It is a huge joke fans and don't expect Jerry Manuel to right the ship either. Doing this is like sending the Lusitania to save the Titanic.

Oh and Omar, your next.