Here We Go
Because Spring Training couldn't last forever, the Mets regular season opener is upon us. Tom Glavine goes to the mound for the second-consecutive opener, and my fear is that this season will begin -- and end -- in a similar fashion to last season. The worst part is that I feel much worse about the season now than I did when Spring Training began a couple of months ago.
Mets ownership has once again been guilty of overstepping their bounds, and it's really beginning to frighten me. Boss George across town oversteps his bounds, but in doing so he reels in Gary Sheffield or Jason Giambi. The Wilpon's stick their puss in the pot and come up with Scott Erickson. Jae Seo's once-bright future with the Mets has now been clouded by the Mets ineptitude, and I can't help feeling that they're going to bungle all of the things that seemed so promising back in February.
I'm happy to see Orber Moreno getting a shot in the bullpen. I'm happy to see Roger Cedeno get a fresh start somewhere else; a clubhouse favorite, Cedeno prohibited his family coming to Shea so as to not subject them to the maelstrom of disgust spewing forth from the Mets faithful. I'm happy to see Tyler Yates make the club, but not at the expense of Grant Roberts' return to the bullpen and Seo's return to the minor leagues.
I'm excited for opening day. The Mets are tied for first place, but those "meaningful" September ballgames seem so far away.