Knockout

Mets take another one on the chin, listlessly going down 9-1 to the Dodgers to complete another broom job. Mets, 1-9 in their last 10 games are showing no signs of life. I'm not ready to pronounce them clinically dead yet, but the paddles are charging at their highest setting. Chances are good the Dr.'s may call time of death if the Mets don't respond to one more shock.

I have questioned before; and over, the course of this season, various aspects of this ball club. Their starting pitching, in one way too old, in another, too inexperienced. Same questions about their bullpen. The outfield with an aging Shawn Green and a Moist Alou roaming the spacious caverns of Shea. Would LoDucca hold up another season behind the plate at his age? There is one thing I NEVER questioned with this team, and that is their manhood. Until now that is. Forget the sweep to the Dodgers. Losing streaks happen to the best of teams. Slumps claim the best hitter's confidence. A mistimed grandslam will make the best of pitchers shakey. What I don't and CAN'T understand is how a pitcher who hadn't hit a home run presumably since Pee-Wee ball, can turn on a pitch, nail it, and THROW HIS BAT like he's Barry Bonds as he stands there admiring the shot. John Maine saw it. You KNOW LoDucca saw it. The whole damn ballpark saw it replayed over and over. LoDucca is one of the fiestiest players in baseball. I sat there with a smug grin on my face knowing that Maine was gonna ear hole Kuo in his next at bat. Finally!! Some signs of life! Uh....not so much. Not even a hanging curve ball near his head next at bat. Unbelievable. And pathetic. Where's the fire? Where's the urgency? Where's the sac? Someone needs to have a wall-eyed hissy fit and break and throw shit in the clubhouse. Take a page out of Barret's book and have LoDucca start a fight with Heilman in the dugout. Something to show some spark. It's a little too Art Howe'ish in the dugout for my blood.

Mets get a day off then start up with the suddenly (no surprise)RED HOT Yankees. I can see the sweep coming now. Joe Morgan proclaiming the Yankees all the way back where they belong as THE team in New York.

Stay tuned for more. For now, I'm going to go chase 11 Xanex with a bottle of Captain Morgan's.