He's basically pitching alongside a bunch of quadruple-A also- rans. Johan Santana must wonder when he was sentenced to the seventh circle of hell. Having said that, I'll now attempt to swallow my own tongue. The two-headed catching monster of Omir Santos and Brian Schneider is the most fearsome duo of backstops the world has seen since those halcyon days of Vance Wilson/Todd Pratt. Let's just say he's been a work in progress at this new position, though I still hold out hope. He's an easy out at the plate and his defensive misgivings in the outfield forced Jerry to move him to first base. This year he looks more lost than a Mormon who stumbled into a Furry convention. He kept a hitting journal ala Carlos Delgado, constantly yearning to get better. He had plate patience well beyond his years, quick hands, deceptive power, and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Last year he looked like another David Wright in the making. The artist formerly known as Daniel Murphy is an absolute mystery. Former defensive stalwart Rey Ordonez will be tasked with controlling their movements and seeing to it that they never get a hit in a remotely important spot. Luckily we've still got him locked up until 2054, at which point his knees will be replaced with remote controlled titanium-alloy robotics.
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He's slicing balls the other way, playing inspired defense (despite the Boner-Ball in the Bronx fiasco) and remains one of the few professional hitters on the team. Luis Castillo-he of the bloated and embarrassingly long contract ilk-seems to have found Ponce de Leon's famed fountain, playing with renewed vigor and zest.
We just need to feed him some Claritin-D for his allergic reaction to walks. It'll always be shakey rooting for a former Brave, but he seems like a keeper for now, a possible building block for next year's hopefuls. Newly acquired right fielder Jeff Francoeur seems to have breathed a bit of life into his stagnant career, rediscovering his power stroke and armed with a shoulder cannon capable of decapitating an umpire from the warning track. Here's what we as fans are left with, and what this means for the immediate future. Reyes, Beltran, Delgado, Putz, and Sheffield are far too much firepower for a contender to lose and still fight the good fight. They deserve a chance to right this ship next year when the professional ballplayers come back to Queens. With a King's ransom worth of players on the DL, you can't really pin this one on Skipper Jerry and the Sandy Alomar Seven. The 2009 Metropolitans are doomed, finished, kaput yet, somewhere in the bowels of my heart, I hold out hope. Looking for the circus? Take the 7 train on down to Flushing and enter the three ring extravaganza at Citi Field.
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