Silo Doors

I love when Bobby Ojeda opens the silo doors.

He’s good for that about once a season.  But hell, somebody needs to.  It sure as hell isn’t going to be Jeff Wilpon, who was down in Atlanta for the second time this season to answer questions with more questions with 18,000 of his closest enemies in Atlanta (Seriously?  18,000 people?  Far be it from me to question the ways that people in Atlanta spend their disposable income but hell the Mets drew more than that in those days they really stunk, er … last week.)

But Ojeda was classic after a 9-3 loss to Atlanta to pretty much end the hopes of those last holdouts in fantasy land … blasting everything from Oliver Perez to Ike Davis’ lazy toss to second to Angel Pagan barking at the umpire after a called strike three (“Gee, can’t be my fault … getting tired of seeing that” … LOVE IT!)  Don’t forget that Ojeda was fired from the Cyclones by the same regime because he had the audacity to speak his mind, and now he gets paid to do it to an audience in the hundreds of thousands yet dwindling by the day.  Irony is a beautiful thing.  And Ojeda’s rant was melodic.  Somebody has gotta speak their mind.  It was a rant the type that will get that roster to sit up, take notice, and most likely complain that Ojeda doesn’t know what he’s talking about. 

That’s how you know he’s right … when the team starts whining about it.  And I hope they do.  I hope they hear every word of it and bitch and moan until Mary Poppins comes home.  Let’s separate the whiners from the men who actually want to play this game and be accountable for their mistakes.  And when spring training comes next season, let’s get whoever wants to whine and bitch about Bob Ojeda, Darryl Strawberry, Keith Hernandez, or any announcer that dares to dole out some “harsh truth”, and present them with a one way ticket to the New Jersey Jackals to play for $25,000 a season.  And that includes the manager who’s responsible for a good portion of this mess and came up with this gem after the game:

 “We haven’t for the most part been very good offensively all year.”

Well there’s an excuse to run the “Breaking News” graphic!  What’s next, Snoop?  Israel and Palestine haven’t for the most part been getting along in the last hundred years?  The Beatles for the most part played musical instruments?  David Eckstein for the most part is on the not-so-tall side?  Please, Jerry!  Don’t hold back your keen insight!

I want everyone to remember this game come next spring and Oliver Perez is working on a new pitch in Port St. Lucie, Jose Reyes is two-three weeks away from taking live batting practice, Jeff Francoeur is smiling ear to ear for reporters because he’s learned a new approach at the plate while fishing with Howard Johnson at Lake Batting Eye, Ruben Tejada is locked in a death battle with Luis Hernandez for the 25th roster spot while Luis Castillo works on a new “Get the ball out of the damn infield” drill after losing 30 pounds, winning the second base job, and replacing his knee with a recycled garbage can … and Carlos Beltran petitions the league for the use of a golf cart in center field. And you leave me angry comments asking why the hell I’m so damn negative all the time and that I should buck up and be a man.

That’s when I point to this lifeless game and all the ones before it authored by 25 men for whom October can’t get here quick enough, a manager who is best suited to be the team dietitian because he’s really really nice but can’t come up with a strategy better than the Disjointed U, and a front office and ownership that thought that it was all injuries last season and that they just needed a little pick up from Jason Bay and some healthy bodies … but Bay is off currently phoning his Canadian buddy Eric Lindros for post concussion syndrome advice while Lindros keeps answering his banana.

That’s why.

So keep the doors open Bobby O.  Make sure your aim is true.  And wake me up for R.A. Dickey’s next start.