Announcer Gate Continues, A Familiar Foe Surfaces

Now it makes sense.

I knew that when I gave kudos to the Mets for their "rare moment of clarity", I should have know that it would be just a moment … as fleeting as a healthy Johan Santana. For you see, while the Mets stepped in and advised WOR not to replace Howie Rose, it seems that a "Mets official" was all for 'OR's plan to "shake things up" … and perhaps he even spearheaded it. Who is this "Mets official", you ask?

Do you need to ask?

That's right, the Golden Sperm itself, Jeff Wilpon … anxiously awaiting something to do since he hasn't ordered the destruction of a clubhouse good luck charm or appeared in a Harlem Shake video in a few months:

According to sources familiar with talks between the team and WOR-AM, Wilpon is pushing to find a replacement for Josh Lewin, who partners on Mets broadcasts with Howie Rose. (…) With the Mets moving up the dial from 660 WFAN to 710 WOR, after the former booted them for the Yankees, Wilpon is apparently unhappy with the situation. And with just weeks until spring training, the situation is still unresolved. –Howard Megdal

Megdal goes on to paint a picture of a man who obviously thinks that to make up for the fact that the Mets have been booted from WFAN to go play with Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh, he'll draw listeners to WOR with a former Met such as Cliff Floyd or Darryl Hamilton (and outlines the reasons why someone like Floyd would never come and do this.) So let's get this straight …

The Mets don't offer Jose Abreu a contract because they have five mediocre first basemen and it "didn't really seem like a point of need", but he looks to replace a top notch broadcaster even though they have five great ones and it's definitely not a point of need. Now ask yourself this … who do you think would bring more listeners to Met games on WOR, Cliff Floyd or Jose Abreu?

As for Golden Sperm, I'm going to go and wonder how one man has enough power to be able to screw up so many aspects of a baseball organization, and all because that sperm won the lottery. But not before I bang my head against the wall and drink a bottle of ipecac to calm down.