Master Of The Obvious

Rod Barajas, upon learning that the Mets hadn’t won a series on the road since last July:

“Y’all suck.”

Thanks for the reminder.  We need it every once in a while.  And yes, even though it is Baltimore, this road series win for the Mets does, in fact, count.  Maybe it’s because they’re playing a team that’s now 17-45.  Maybe it’s because they’re playing a team that at any given moment could have five or six players passing notes to the Mets clubhouse which read:

Dear New York Mets,

Please take me with you on Sunday.  I’ll sneak out in one of your duffel bags if I have to.

Love,

(Insert Oriole’s name here)

Don’t worry, I left your name off the letter.  But hey, tomorrow’s your chance to show the Mets what you have since you start against them on Sunday.  Remember to pitch well, but not too well, if you know what I mean.  (Hisanori Takahashi, meanwhile, is kinda hoping you give up as many runs as Jamie Moyer and Joe Blanton combined … making himself look even better than he did on Saturday night.)

Oh heavens.  Did I give that away?

But seriously, seventeen and forty-five?  Hey, I know “Y’all suck”, or at least “sucked on the road since July”.  But 17-45 is a special kind of suck by anyone’s measuring stick.  That’s worse than the 18-41 stretch the Mets had from July-September last season.  Not by much, but even by recent Oriole standards that’s scary.  I mean, when does Juan Samuel activate himself and play second base … he probably makes a better throw than Julio Lugo on the play that gave the Mets their winning run.

On second thought, never mind.  If Samuel puts himself on the roster, it won’t be long before Omar Minaya trades for him so he can play center field.  Hey, there’s a spot for an aging outfielder now that Corporal Matthews is gone, right?