Picture if you will, a team with more All-Stars (four) than number of runs scored in the most important series of the year so far (three). And this was a series played in a bandbox in which the Mets faced mostly mediocre pitching. Your road trip has just made a stop in… the Twilight Zone.
Of course, popups against the Mets have been traveling into the Twilight Zone all year. Where will the ball end up? Landing on the ground behind David Wright? Bouncing off of Omir Santos’ glove?
Throws end up in the Twilight Zone as well. Why else would Daniel Murphy leave the ball on the ground after Shane Victorino beat out an infield hit Friday night?
Then there’s Mike Burns, journeyman pitcher for the Milwaukee Brewers, whose career took a detour into the Twilight Zone last Tuesday, when he shut down the Mets and outdueled Johan Santana. Yesterday, in Burns’ next start, he returned to reality, giving up seven runs to the Cubs. Did Burns use all the film in his magic camera? Was he mean to the demonic doll Talking Tina?
Watching Met games this year has become equivalent to the episode in which William Shatner sees a gremlin on the wing of the plane. You can’t believe what you’re seeing, but every time you sneak a peek, it’s there again, preparing to bring everything crashing down.
Picture if you will, Omar Minaya arriving in Flushing promising to bring joy and prosperity to the Mets. He works from a blueprint called “To Serve Mets.”
And now, after a dismal sweep by the Phillies, we see the grim truth.
The Mets are cooked.
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