Sorry about the infrequent updates. Became convinced my enthusiasm at the tail end of the winning streak killed it and was scared to further mess it up. Now it seems hardly to matter. Tuesday's gutwrenching loss almost assured a humiliation on Wednesday and the loss to injury of Pedro Beato didn't help. The Mets real trouble however is the offense, with too little coming from the end of the lineup and less than that from the bench so far. It sure hasn't helped that Jason Bay's missed more time than we could afford to lose already (and it's still early). His latest absence for paternity leave forced the recall of Lucas Duda, in whom Terry Collins (and Lucas Duda for that matter) has no faith.
Taking Beato's place is lefty Mike O'Connor. I tried to look up some information on him and came across the image accompanying this post which seemed only too appropriate for the mess this franchise has become. It's not just the gut-punchy losses. It's the lifeless, charmless, two-thirds empty park they play in and the sense of doom around the finances of the owners, who'd be in financial trouble even without the looming lawsuit. It's a fragile team prone to hangovers -- and until Mike Pelfrey and RA Dickey turn it around -- unable to generate a lot of momentum of their own. Maybe things improve upon the return of Bay and Angel Pagan this weekend. Maybe not.
O'Connor: Taking over the No. 50 most recently belonging to Sean Green. His next appearance will be his first in the majors since 2008 with the Nationals, the team that drafted him out of George Washington U in 2008.